Best Enlivened Poems
Disparate, she commented,
The word reverberating
As fond music, with pleasant
Measures and tingly tones --
And should we not be open
To others’ voices, divergence of
Thinking? As with clear-eyed
And blinking, a look-see is worth
The now, hoping, anticipated
Enlivened journey of daring
Vistas, elongated dimensions --
Spirit/mind ever on the hunt for
Spirit/source – life is a series
Of Lost And Founds...squares
Seeking their counterpart rounds --
Not diametrically opposed, just
Points and edges making intriguing
Bounds – but never a harmony all
Quaking Spheres. Simply enjoying
A unique volume of eyes, noses, voices
And pert little ears.
She stands vulnerable, confident and excited
Delicate hands, arms deliberately sided
A soft etching to art and beauty enlivened and lusted.
My love for her is quite stormy
Like dark drifting clouds of agony
As her windswept hair lashes my effrontery.
The water falls from the eyes crazy
And blinds me to her beauty
Dragged down by a heart heavy.
The heart in a sad sea of terrible tears
It makes my conscience shivers
And finally disappears
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March 17, 2014
Form: Triplet - a short form not available on PS
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Heart And Soul by Kelly Deschler
(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")
Surprise! Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside,
Luscious and succulent tempted watery lips.
Enlivened young children could hardly wait.
Tiny little fingers did not hesitate.
Dipping in the icing, a lip-smacking delight.
To tell you the truth, neither could I wait.
Fluffy and moist, strawberry infused confection.
Delightfully melted on the first tasting tongue.
Four layers baked had delicately arisen.
Delectably glazed before delicious had sprung.
It was that yummy year, and homemade birthday cake,
She showed me through baking how her love pierced my heart.
Fresh fruit decorated cake with special designs.
Chocolate dipped strawberry delight, her loves’ impart!
when light faded out
and darkness descended
when all over me
the icy chill began to creep
I slammed the windows and doors
tightly shut
and like a child crawled
into my padded bed,
while the winter gale
was still raging outside
you broke upon my thought
as a euphonious melody.
when I longed for your warmth,
you knocked upon my feeble heart
as your voice trailed across to me
louder and louder,
I woke up from my languorous sleep
felt snug, the chillness around me, swept away
and a strange desire,
coursed through my nerves
I could feel the heat
of your tumultuous passion
the soft touch
of your caressing hands
the musky odor
of your fragrant breath
the warmth in your almond eyes
you stood before me
as an embodiment of grace
you opened the windows to let in the light
not leaving me grope in blinding darkness
you took me to the seas
of shore less delight
you enlivened every atom of my being
kindled in me the fire
of amorous desire
swept me off my feet
by the inundating tide of love
I felt my sleeping passions
suddenly set ablaze
Alas, with my senses lulled to sleep
leading me into a state of serene calm
through the door ajar,
you faded out like an evanescent dream
leaving me so stupefied....!
Placed First
Feb.20. 2022
Winter Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
Outlandish plots that make no sense
when comes the light of day.
Fun tales, creations of a tired mind’s enlivened play.
That’s what dreams are made of.
Visits from a mere acquaintance
or from an old flame.
Kisses from a somebody who doesn’t have a name.
That’s what dreams are made of.
Wandering your childhood streets
or lost inside a maze;
feeling silly, overwhelmed, scared or even crazed.
That’s what dreams are made of.
Doing things fantastical
like flying in the sky;
feeling bliss or feeling magic, knowing you can’t die!
That’s what dreams are made of.
If you’re lucky, you’ll relive
the times you wish could last. . .
like seeing good old friends or loved ones who already passed,
and that’s what dreams are made of.
for Skat's Any Old Poem Will Do #3 Poetry Contest
I am the reminiscence of you, since you were once me –
stirred among the strings of sense.
I am the reminiscence of everything you love,
since the vivacity of things you praise most.
I remind you of dark of the sky enlivened by stars, blue,
Or grey miasmas scurrying towards the horizon.
Or I remind you of undaunted tide of time clenching fist against you,
Or perhaps, I remind you of the marionettes of dead
Danced by twisted delusions.
Perhaps I am horror to you, or joy
Of trivial surprises which you long for with avidity,
But cannot quench your insatiable thirst.
Perhaps I am your reminiscence, really,
Of stardust slowly fading somewhere in your past sojourns.
Yet I could have been me apart from your reminiscence,
Instead of an endless strive of hauling eyes above the sea of us,
As I know, the corpse of poets’ floats for a show
While the living ones are dragged down to be trampled.
Surfing consciousness
Within the womb of existence
Sensations borne of resistance
Navigates spectrum of delight
As bestowed on soul’s sentience
Undifferentiated light
Enlivened by love, shining bright
Infuses in the void, intent
Creating a pulse, day and night
Innate to soul’s the bliss current
Exuberance effervescent
Both receptor and transmitter
Of love and light luminescent
09-May-2022
I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold
The lake in its vastness reflected the skies
And sprinkles of sunlight beyond that lone cloud
Peppered the ripples with myriad eyes
And led me to feel like I walked with a crowd
While unopened poppies stand tall with bowed heads
They’ll stand even taller displaying their reds
Could there be any more precious a day
I all at once yearned to be no other place
With sunlight and ripples and poppies that sway
I found that a smile had enlivened my face
For such a sight might make an old poet gay
(Which one should interpret the old fashioned way)
For oftentimes upon my old sofa lain
I reminisce of all those poppies so red
Their petals occur to me now and again
But gold hues hold sway in my head
Though poppies, that day, cleared my mind of its ills
I still wish that they had all been daffodils
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms,
Its creamy facade is enlivened with many hues;
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms.
Joy throughout the days with the delicate fumes,
and legendary exotic, natural splendor issues.
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms.
Redbirds sing gold sunshine, or of pearly moons,
Nature creates beautiful at the merest excuse,
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms.
Summer appears early, in all the mellow Junes.
Blue and mauve butterflies flit floral avenues.
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms.
In such lively colors, encroaching beauty looms,
Green scenes in each window, sunshine suffused,
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms.
All the endless days bold tangerine sun looms,
and rabbits and the bees gather woodland news.
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms;
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms
Celebrating innate aliveness
Uninhibitedly, as breath flows
Blissful rapture grips our soul
Vibrant innocence yet seeks
The three fold flame of Christ
Aglow in the cave of our heart
~ as God’s grace so in-pours
Consumed by soul’s yearning
Love in love with love blooms
Enlivened by the blissful elixir
Magnetic heat pervades form
Cleansing erst ego borne sin
Transmuting us as living light
~ as God’s grace so in-pours
To attain unity consciousness
Beyond opposites, singularity
The pulse of life renews vitality
Orbiting the voids in our heart
In timeless time, we disappear
Becoming the bliss flame itself
~ as God’s grace so in-pours
19-May-2022
Desiccated in my torrid wasteland,
soil brittle and dry, turns to dust,
soars high on the wings of summer wind.
Some blows away from me,
some I gather in my sagging palm
for the skeletal roots exposed fragile
of my magnolia tree I reared with care,
year after tenuous year.
Each passing day engraved in the veins of leaves,
changing into verdance of memory.
The dust storm scraping the edge of listless time,
rose from the depth of dusky horizon.
The surge swept the dislodged leaves away,
in the rustle I heard them whisper…
‘catch us, hold us before we disappear’.
Through the dust swirling to nowhere
the last rays of the twilight sun filtered,
its spectrum soaked the vestige of soiled dreams,
streamed through the enlivened essence.
I now chase the drifting mirage,
morphed into the fallen leaves flying away
from my magnolia tree defoliated,
the boughs bare and unburdened.
Across the melting shadows of the clouds adrift,
through the golden beam of the setting sun
I’ll run until I reach the end of the garden path,
catch someday the fleeting leaves,
hold them until they turn to buds of hope,
slip through my weathered fingers,
fill the void where the ancient magnolia tree
in my pasture once used to be.
It will rise from the dust of pain,
and make me happy again.
March 22, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice N, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
“Life pulse renews, radiating bliss hues ~
Bliss elixir sublime, becomes heart’s muse”
~ quote by poet
Mirroring guru, our third eye glistens,
wooing the head ovoid to come along
and with heart joining in, the plot thickens,
leaving us lost in trance, as bliss beats gong.
Enlivened spine holds erect magnetism,
that suffuses form with bliss mists sublime,
leaving no chasm in our mind-body prism,
ensuring our pure soul’s heavenward climb.
Our void centric presence, free from desire,
simply rests in awareness self-aware,
there being no goals for which we aspire,
our emptiness is laid before God bare.
Polarities rotate; we are the flame ~
Give it any name but we’re not the same
Each morning You lift Your gleaming golden crown
And awaken me with a divine and pristine light.
So now I thank You Lord for allowing me around,
Relaxing in Your comfort for this long night.
You give me strength to step bravely on the way,
Remembering the Good Samaritans in my life.
I plod on a path of pleasant feelings about the past.
This long journey has been sweet and of little strife.
So, I never want to forget so many special peeps,
Who has taught and rescued me so many a time.
The quiet mornings of yesterday left memories deep.
Of my parents coaxing me from ordinary to sublime.
I think of the preachers blessing me with their word.
They enlivened and edified something within self,
And lead me to accept the One sent down by God,
And to realize the place for the Bible is not the shelf.
When I gaze up at the cloud in the blue sky,
Tears come when people, that I envision,
High up in the stars passing me gently by,
Make me think of how they helped my fruition.
They are God sent points of light above,
Who guide me to the fulfillment of dreams.
And sustain me with memories of love,
For a heritage, my heart still hopefully esteems.
Those who softened my steps across the green-
The wise teachers and professors- sages all,
Visionaries who showed me what life should mean,
Are exalted in my sky as the brightest stars of all.
They are all on my mind as I journey home,
Fueling the fire in my heart turning the wheels.
God, please renew my faith as homeward I come-
Welcome Your grateful servant who before You kneels.
enlivened by the wafting breeze
a deep desire arose
heart was hesitant to release
rapture within that grows
walkers, runners, both young and old
shared gifts of Mother Earth
the void heard all stories untold
of both sorrow and mirth
as of our stuporous routine
we walk the path clockwise
this habit leaves some sights unseen
which we do realise
one with both the formless and form
our heart hummed a soft tune
swathed in bliss mists both cool and warm
with existence we commune