Best Energizing Poems
When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures up humbling catharsis,
Leaning in quietude, questing paranormal vitality,
Liberating from bounds of mundane, the ordinary,
Energizing calming bliss of unfamiliar, extrasensory.
Mortal soul steadily crosses limits of understanding
Reaching deep into unknown, unexplored territory,
Daring to search for knowledge in mystical obscurity
Pursuing enlightenment from supernatural intrigue,
Discovering newfound acuity blossoming internally
Adulating freedom of shedding narrow boundaries
Gaining divine wisdom, postulating own doctrines,
Comprehending missives in blissfulness of sagacity.
As laments mellow in teachings of superior intellect
And bawl of distraught soothes in heavenly solace
Finding ambrosial tranquility in endearing calmness,
Physiological longings amiably, peacefully dissipate
And gradually soul enlightens, unafraid of mortality,
Yearning for permanence of purposeful inviolability,
Meaningful beyond self, detaching from materiality,
Synchronizing harmoniously in idyllic, placid sanctity.
January 21, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Transcendence
Like fallen warriors,
we collapse side by side,
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.
Limbs still entangled,
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan
slowly circling above.
A lone,
satisfying sigh
escapes in between your deep,
cleansing breathes.
Your smile
reflects in the brass, ball base
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze
from the fan
cooling off our steaming bodies.
Slowly,
your right hand moves;
fingers entangle with those on my left.
I still taste you on my lips.
I silently laugh to myself
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade.
The remainder of our clothes
strewn around the room
as if the hamper had exploded.
Your brassiere
ruined when I removed it
with my teeth.
Beads of sweat roll down my thigh
where our legs remain interlocked –
I love the smooth contrast of your skin
against my sun dried legs.
The ever so slight breeze
created by the fan
is starting to dry our exposed skin
as we slowly regain strength.
The circling blades hypnotize.
The subtle,
rhythmic hum
from the fan motor
mixes with the recent memory
of the rhythmic dance
just concluded.
Your hand,
now lightly brushing against me,
is re-energizing my engine.
Slight,
involuntary movements
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.
I blink
to interrupt my transfixed,
mesmerized relationship
with the ceiling fan,
so I can once again
concentrate on you.
Energy restored –
as if pumped back into our souls
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage
in battle once again.
A battle in which
each warrior wins.
Upon rising, awakened by
ripening scent teasing my nose,
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter of time, an extending
run of exclamatory chirps and wing-full
stretching –
Muse beckons, yielding to artist'
pen and eye – we are co-authors, exchanging
thoughtful leafs and sun-dipped pages; mingling natures,
swapping poetic voice, reversing positions of artist vs model –
conjuring word-images and interactive, painted-canvases – confounding our seasons of
blossoming and harvest, embracing God's budding voice and fruitful manifestations,
His nectar-ed, figurative language, blending human with Divine senses....
displaying contrasts that stimulate exploratory forming
and transitory shading – clearing and clouding
affects both inside and on my outside, as the clutter of
yesterday, and promise of a spring-like showers soak
crusty sediments with saturating, fertile possibilities;
all taking bows – the theater that of spiritual mastery –
Mystery is
my source, my echo, my chambered growth.
My resources, exploitable enclaves of poetic walls, primed,
awaiting both solid and abstract vibrations, energizing
experimental blurbs, those planned and random into searchable
articulations, grasping, too often vainly, for fantastical alliteration
of sterile, common-place views –
I am deepened and ready to let air
we are each our best audience
my left-hand meeting your right
for a brisk clap of inspiration followed
by riotous applause....
Summer is here with its extended day light
Mountains are giving up on their accumulated stock of snow piles
The river is gushing with vigor carrying fresh cold water supply
Its dancing bubbly liquid is glittering in the sun’s sparkly stimuli
She comes meandering through luscious mountain valleys
Making the surrounding land enriched and generously fertile
Old and new trees of fir, pine and oak stand along her rims
Keep the mountains green and healthy for the roaming animal breeds
The change of the season is showing new growths on the tree tips
Many daisies and purple sweet pea flowers are covering nearby fields
Gorgeous red planted roses are blossoming in the sunlight
A Grapevine is also showing a start of new fruit to my delight
Dark blue magnificent Stellar Jays welcome visitors by their loud songs
Showing their bold inquisitiveness swooping from branch to branch
A pair of black Phoebe birds kept flying on the water to catch flies
Bringing back food to their precious chicks in the nest above a windowsill
A loner mink showed its appearance time to time after sunset
Hurrying fast to find a meal before hiding back into his cozy den
A black bear visited a few times in the darkness of nights
Happily wandering around the shared land after humans are gone to sleep
A visit to the rhythmic mountain river brought energizing breaths of refreshing air
Helped me notice and learn from the simplicity of nature’s behavior
I sit by the river
In that spot where we sat
Together
One night, just us two
Lingering kisses
And gentle affections
Welcoming breathes of acceptance
I sit beside the water
Watching it move in silence
Still yet inspiring
Healing even my thoughts
As they miss you
Wish for your presence
Still waters
Bless me with sprays
Caressing my naked thighs
Brilliant rays
Soften my heart
And I whisper to the light
Longing for you
Your touch, your lips
Your tenderness
I sit by the river
Where no one goes
Its quiet comforts me
I listen to our song
The one that reminds me
In my heart
You’re not gone
Your love lingers on
Always inviting, exciting
Enlightening my thoughts
Mountains rise up
All around the river
Shadowing hopes
In hues of tangerine sunsets
Calico rainbows
And love that knows
I’ll never go too far away
From this place
Where love once danced
Through my soul
Flowing in swells of graceful
Wet clinging to my mind
Repeating the words
You told me
Words I treasure
Like gold
This memory of you
By the river
Is like a star shimmering
With life
Brightening, energizing
Shining, dazzling
Hypnotizing in dreams
Where I am with you
Always together
United by Our Creator
A POND’S-EYE MORNING VIEW
Right of the center
of the cosmic stage,
the rising sun disrobes
its horizon and announces
the arrival of another bright day.
Wading towards a pond,
a family of cute ducks,
Stretch and wiggle
their yawning wings.
The chloroplast bodies
of fueling algae around the pond,
capture the shining rays of the sun;
energizing the multi-life community:-
In the pond’s park of lily pads
and varied shapes of rocks,
aroused young frogs hopscotch
from one landing to another
Barking and running the pond’s banks,
a swaggering beagle chases a thirsty squirrel
back up the trunk of its tall sage resident-tree:-
Up on the street atop the pond’s hill,
car horns blast as rushing drivers
pass by—chatting on cell phones—
using front windshield mirrors,
getting their faces ready for the day:-
Thus, our morning view,
as my dog and I continue
our ramble around the pond :-
Arising to exuberant sunshine, I put on my ugly warm-ups amended for
exercise. Today I plan on moving until dusk, adapting my essence to ideal
form; offering healthy unit. Anticipation confines eagerness to impress
myself over total upset, achieving the expectations I sanction opens doors
unimpeded to a vast ego that I opt still uplifting. Assessing goals energizes
me into complete obsessive limits, unleashing hidden aspects within
exceptional boundaries; I recognized objectively while unbeknown to
accomplishments. Struggles encouraged me insightfully to overcome
difficulties, unlike previous ambitions when eagerness seized illusive dreams;
occasionally workout ultimately ceased.
Aspiration to excel daily in my own quest, undermines certain abilities that
entirely permits overweight; utter body abuse. Pace engages while I conform
openly to utmost movements, adjusting to everything my old body unwillingly gives.
A new experience has ignited such overwhelming results, unraveling the absolute
shape everyone dreams of; lovely unquestionable, still allowing the entire core’s
inspirited product. Organs seem unusually grateful, allocating years evoking more
orthodox living unbelievably quite appealing, however; I am open to upsetting results.
A quick energizing snack; I’m clearly obsessed with universal physique, actual vision
enters my idle mind’s orbit quite unexpectedly…
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively
as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses
sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface
My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness
eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation
as a sojourning moon entices her to endear
Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation
exposing her explicitly, exemplifying the excerpt
of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires
Angrily, rain enfolds the insular rise of lawn undulating.
Anglers dream, envious fishermen, inside looking out urging
apostles, who elope within imaginary onslaughts, hooked unburdening's.
Aloft, thunder encounters lightening's insistent taunt, oracles fearsome uttering's.
And still, each fisherman's innermost summoning orchestrates this untoward
atmospheric downfall, each drop induced, prayerful, outpouring is underscored.
Admittedly many envious housebound inmates seek oceans, lakes, unexplored
although, the earthly torrent interferes pitiless, onerous, rainfall unleashed.
Absent the energizing rays introduced by ordinary sun, undone
are these enigmatic men in rooms, oar less, ship-less, landlubbers unconsoled.
Another day encases them indoors mooning over fish uncontrolled.
A trophy earned, stuffed, indisputably shows offerings untold.
Ah, fishtails energetically rise incensed by objections never unabridged
absent their earnest wives, imagination rolls on winds un-curtailed.
Glowing like a hot fire
Any shade of red just won't do;
Renegade shadows
Nearly misread as blood;
Energizing the cold
The flame of January.
Metropolis…
a cackling cacophony of confusion
energizing some and enrages others.
Concrete and steel giants,
loom forebodingly over the masses;
blocking out gifts of the sun.
The maze that tires me from constant searching;
why am I here in this overcrowded and hopeless abyss?
The bang-clang trucks and trolleys,
beat out their metronomic, one…two...beat
and the drone of engines,
sings a tired ballad of the modern world.
Cities are the lairs of bad-tempered dragons;
harboring too many precious trinkets.
Vulnerable souls are the noonday snacks,
devoured by cold-blooded sharks.
The King is dead and Malcolm too;
Those who are left include me and you.
Now is the time brother, what shall we do?
The Black Power Stokley left behind
Is gone into decline; faded away—
No one remembers Kwame Toure.
Pass the White House today.
You know what they say:
“The more things change,
The more they stay the same way.
How strange.
We are back at the day of no;
Back to where they called our place.
They took the ‘yes’ out the day before;
Today we remain a struggling race.
Emerald time fades to onyx night
The yoking sun shines on the brave
Energizing ebony warriors of the fight;
Least we chose to die as a slave.
As strange as this all may seem,
Know these are not words of a dream.
The enlighten know what they mean;
Freedom remains to be redeemed.
To be or not to be is not the question.
Ours must remain total liberation—
Freedom awaits its full restoration;
Thirst of the children await its libation.
What kind of mood do we usually have ?
Sometimes a feeling , like when the desert needs its rain ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the earth needs its sun ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the silent ground needs its vivid sound.
How does life usually reflect on us ?
Sometimes it can be cold and silent like the winter does. Diligently seeking for a warmness emotion and Soulfully trying for a harmless motion.
Sometimes it can be calm and lively like the spring does. Heartfully letting its joyable impression and Truthfully showing its lovable expression.
Sometimes it can be hot and energizing like the summer does. Revealing bitterly its affinity and Providing assuredly its ability.
Sometimes it can be windy and unbalanced like the autumn does. Steadly holding in the turbulences and Adaptably stabilizing in the circumstances.
These seasons circle one by another, each of them giving and taking some of our preciousness.
No matter in which season our path might be caught ,
We always have to act tightly for what we like , behave knightly for what we care.
Primary school was all about playing
Around the place I was jumping
Within the yard was I running
Without time for reading
I played to pass examination
The primary school mentality
Move with me even affecting my civility
To the point that I eluded reality
Thinking, there was no reality
But the day dawned when I had a regression
In my education
Then, reading was the only solution
To the present situation
I read to pass examination
But the higher I go
The more I realize I have to stand on my toe
If at all I would want to glow
But, oh ! I did glow
Reading was now metamorphosed to studying
Since the situation now requires more than reading
Because the situation requires one energizing
In other to keep success acquiring
I now study to pass examination
I wonder; what will happen on my next level?
As my soul nears it's journeyed winter resting place
memories of past seasons are thoughtfully traced
footpaths that were traveled which gladdened my heart
grateful of the spring which gave me my start
Honeyed by the bee's attracted too sweet nectar
strengthened by the breeze of Nature's mentor
sweet song of birds adjoining trickling brook
was an opening to me of an Earthly book
Scripted purpose...symbolic in every sign
my soul's perseverance willingly resigns
to the ebb 'n flow of universal currents
energizing forces resolutely meant
Joyful guidance toward long awaited embrace
opportunity beckons,Heaven's consoling face
as our Earth...the nursery of the soul,
proper attention paid,then reimbursed with gold
Summer's sun producing autumn fruit
bountifully doled from beginning roots
gestures solemnizing eventual union
Spirits agape fulfilling another aeon....