Best Energise Poems
Extrovert eyes express cimmerian connotations,
hidden within silent chambers of an introvert mind.
Thoughts twist and turn, but disguise frustrations,
as a melancholic heart struggles to remain kind.
Drained by energies from those who fail to understand,
soul seeks solitude to energise back into life,
Searching for a comfort zone in the promised land,
before insanity cuts deeper than a poisoned knife.
Confined to dogmatic chains results in confusion,
as faith becomes an enemy within critical cultures.
Torn between paradise and social seclusion,
soul seeks solitude from vociferous vultures.
Complicated compromises mean hearts will be broken,
yet introvert wings yearn to be free so they can soar.
Life is a balance of words voiced and left unspoken,
if only it was as simple as walking through that door.
The Silent One
Simple Musings
18 July 2018
A poem is never merely still born,
It has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives a life of its own
Independent,well able to stand alone;
On others it can,influence,affect
Energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
Or lie dormant,yet not dead,but waiting;
Watered by another's mutual bond
resurrected,to live again,again.
STORIES TO LIVE BY
Oh! tell me tales that lift the spirit, energise the soul
Inspire a faith that gives the strength to drive toward a goal
Let not the story of the nation be a book of shame
That current generations may seek solace couched in blame
Though there may be dark chapters of our history beset
With episodes of evil we now view with deep regret
True annals yet tell stories of bold quests by those of daring
Who ventured forth with courage, thought of self-preserve foreswearing
To conquer craggy peak, cross frozen continent and sea
And some of grace faced tyranny, risked life to set us free
Let victimhood and pointed accusation not prevail
Nor guilt and self abasement write a gloomy new folktale
As every day a page is turned to quicken and advance
Our lives, should we not be the author of our own romance
Then one day hence we may recount in parable or fable
A legend that all may embrace to hearten and enable
WHY IS MY LIFE SO MESSED UP
EVERYTHING SEEM TO BE GOING WRONG
I GUESS ALL ODDS ARE AGAINST ME
SO I'M SHOUTING LORD HELP ME SEE
ONLY CHRIST KNOWS WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH
AND SO HIM I'M REACHING OUT TO
LORD RE-ENERGISE MY LIFE
SO THINGS COULD WORK OUT NICE
THESE FEW DAYS FELT LIKE HELL
JUST LISTEN TO THE FUNERAL BELL
THEY HAVE ALREADY PRONOUNCED MY RELATIONSHIP DEAD
BUT THROUGH JESUS CHRIST IT WILL RISE AGAIN
JANUARY
Delightful display
Of snowdrops bowing white heads
To the sun’s glory.
FEBRUARY
Green buds now appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energise us all.
MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.
APRIL
Bluebells standing proud
Beneath trees now sparsely dressed
With freshest green leaves.
MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes through forest and copse -
Cuckoo’s arrival.
JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.
JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.
AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.
SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.
OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.
NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejewelled.
DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
Laying in the darkness
Quietness of night upon me
Slow meditative breaths
Relaxing each part of my being
Harnessing my innerself
Exhaling all the frustrations
That can take hold of me
Inhaling new energies within
Tranquility come lay next to me
Let me feel your calm and peace
Embrace me with your warmth
Let me feel all the love you give
Hold it with me while I sleep
Be present in my dreams
A place where I am totally free
I wake completely rejuvinated
Thats the effect you have on me
Open yourself up
feel the pulse of life.
Allow it to course through
your body and meld with it.
Embrace the feeling
and flow with it.
Allow it to energise you
until you throb.
Now let go,
permit yourself
to be free,
as free as a cloud.
Only now are you truly one
with the Universe.
Feel it, accept it
and say I am Sensation.
written 12/30/2015
Enlivening hymns
that inspired,
Exalting emotions
breathed life into,
Your great pen
as I longed to read,
In my dreams
to you connected,
Enlightened my mind
your words with my heart rhymed,
Trust my letter reaches and allures
your soul sits beside me here,
Dear poet Shakespeare !
Your poetic grandeur and
Philosophical splendour,
Dramatic literary playwright,
Howsoever hard I tried,
Unable to cope up current time,
certain forms of poetry
I could never write,
Is it the form
that mattered,
Even if may the
emotions lie shattered,
Invigorate and energise
whisper softly to apprise,
Dear poet Shakespeare!
Did you ever learn notes ?
Or naturally became
to be known as quotes?
Should I nurture my mind
to shape verse into a kind ?
Or let smoothly flow
the way heart may guide ?
Can you once holdon to
my pen and teach me write ?
Just in order to put up
ideas shining very bright,
Dear poet Shakespeare !
Written on 6/6/14
Contest- Letters to poets
Sponsor- Monterey Sirak
Wrongful Imprisonment
I am bowing again, in prison, no advocate to plead my case;
Forcefully constrained: by years and years of hardship and lack.
Believing, this was meant to be; this was all I was meant to be;
Who will render help to me? Who will compassionately deliver me?
Who!?! Who will relieve me of these chains? Who will set me free?
Who will truly inspire and influence my ideas to flow freely again?
If not you, who? If not you my psyche; who, who will ease this strain?
And revive, reactivate, reinvigorate and re-energise this slothful brain.
It has been a long sentence; the longevity of this imprisonment has expired;
Psyche, you have to arise, rekindle the fire; for betterment, wholly desire.
Divorce the priceless treasures of bronze shackles and the iron chains;
A new day dawns; a better purpose awaits; visualise beyond the boundaries.
No limits! None! No limits to my imagination, no limits to my life’s ambitions!
I have been paroled, I have another opportunity; I must fulfil my destiny.
I must fully reverse the effects of African degradation and slavery!
I must transform by renewing my mind: when I think liberty, I will be free!
End
By: Dion Penville
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Mrs Claus made a viagra eggnog
To energise ol’ Santa Claus Yule log
His frozen south pole recovered large-scale
Wagging frisky as a puppy dogs tail.
Mrs Claus dumplings hubby does adore
Her stew warms up her Santa’s inner core
Gravy so thick that it sticks to their lips
Leading to bliss of a lingering kiss.
Whose voice is this that awakens me from a deep sleep,
irresistibly pushing me out of my comfortable bed?
It only spoke once, this voice so deep,
but it echoes countless times in my head.
Its noble sound so electrifying, soothing, strong.
Now I’m brimming over with cheerful whistles all day long
like a bird that escaped from the fowler's snare,
I don’t have a care.
Whose voice is this that suddenly opens my eyes?
My visual senses energise,
with a strength of vision that’s new.
And, lo, a spectacular view!
I see an eagle with piercing eyes
flying high in deep blue skies.
Suddenly the eagle and I are one,
swept in ecstasy toward the sun.
To the heights of heaven,
I see a pearly gate with a mirror and the number seven.
I’m in awe as I see
a man in the mirror looking back at me.
He holds a pen and a book
with magic words and I take a look.
Then he speaks with that voice so deep
telling me to go back to sleep
and promising answers as life goes on
in my dreams and in a song.
A Collaboration By: CP Collins and Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 21, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
Degradation of the soul is my lifeline. Burning flames suck out the sublime traits, of overlords stretching to take their turn in front of the lingering hatred of conformity. Your pitying powers of guilt spread over my skin, smother my well-being in sensations of over-bearing heat, lick at the open wound of my heart, as they spit the bitter taste of your fears all around. A creeping shadow forms around these bitter feelings, acts as my blanket to cover me in the warmth of their recognition, to re-energise the chemicals rushing towards their neutered end, speeding so fast they race through the kaleidoscope of my dreams. Slipping through under the cover of hollow emotions, I allow their desires to take the place of society’s army; I allow them to ride over the top of any control cells, letting chaos rain, reign over my tethered passions, the temerity of my hopes and any other sullied temptations of my heart, my soul, my whole existence. This blackening shadow, this over-riding wholeness of insanity, this enlightening feeling of impossible emotions destroys the comfort of nothingness which bears no ill health, kills all that’s near or dear and seeks company neither desired nor recognised. The banality causes the body to spread as the mind shrinks, causes the dumbing down of thoughts as ideology all but disappears, traps my silent thoughts in a veil of happiness that is neither permanent nor of any consequence, resulting in love that is dead from the waist up. This comfort, this conformity, this emptiness is not mine. I reject these and any other offering from the trough of this anaesthetised gene pool. I reject these temptations, these sterile gifts for the conquering feeling of chaos, for the feeling of an unrecognised and unchartered future, for the uncertainty of the mind, for this love of life – pleasure and pain.
Sunsets
Beyond doubt I’m sure there could never be
Displays as lovely as sunsets to me
Changing kaleidoscopic shades of red
As sun descends to rest his drowsy head.
God’s evening scene at its glorious best
We upon earth are stupendously blessed
Sky is most picturesque at eventide
While world awaits moon and stars energise.
Though at times grey clouds blot out the sunshine
Because it’s raining somewhere and that’s fine
Downpour of rain’s vital for revival
Creatures of earth and mankind’s survival.
So whenever there’s a stunning sunset
The artist with His colourful palette
Paints the sky in the most delightful way
Treasure for pleasure at close of the day.
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24th April 2023
In solitude you control
what you do when,
for how long, and why.
You have time-out for contemplation
to muse on, reflect on, and deeply ponder on
what is happening in your own life, in isolation.
Solitude is you alone, but its not lonely,
if you are your own best friend,
if you have too much to do to miss company,
if you know you need time away to stroll and amble,
to rebuild, re-energise and revitalise
your joie de vivre.
Solitude re-jigs, re-boots, unwinds and de-stresses.
It improves concentration, refreshes.
It boosts productivity and restores control again.
It is selfish, for self, by self for self benefit.
Solitude fosters and fertilises creativity,
allowing it to germinate, sprout and grow.
It is peaceful, and allows peace to be found in quietude.
Taking solitude in, imbibing it,
savouring its morsels, sips and crumbs,
is a soul revelling in solitary confinement.