Best Foreseeing Poems
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Categories:
foreseeing, appreciation, romantic love, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
The Amorous Mystique
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
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*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Categories:
foreseeing, art, beautiful, deep, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking out into the setting sun
Bright orange and brilliant red hues
Mind drifting off in the distance
All I think about is you
Each day we are getting closer
but you are so far away
My heartbeat is getting stronger
As I think about you
I need your love to hold me up
When life comes crashing down
Make sense out of everything
When all seems lost
You seem true
Looking out in the setting sun
Flickers of hope I see
Foreseeing just you and me
In each and every dream
My heart is calling you home
Come slip inside my room
Lay your head upon my pillow
Waiting, wishing, wondering
All I think about is you
Categories:
foreseeing, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass
and in return she gave us
three yellow flowers
as a token of her gratitude...
no one else could have cared more!
"These flowers are for you,darlings,because
you helped me plant them in the soil,
and they've grown to be tall and beautiful
in a garden so tidy and nice!"
she exclaimed in jubilation;
"Remember me by when
I'll reach my home...to dwell
in the presence of the Lord,
and I'll be looking down on you and
pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!'
she gladly said with resignation,
foreseeing what she couldn't explain...
She told us about her sweetheart,
whom she loved indefinetly:
from the moment they met,
to the day he peacefully died:
a lovely and faithful wife
was all he wanted and dreamed;
and their marriage lasted
longer than they expected to be...
to be taken with them,
not being afraid of death!
"This is the grand piano I sed to play
for my husband on his last birthday;
he laid his arms on my shoulders
and sang along with me for hours:
on those snowy nights without moon...
when romance was rekindled with kisses
and the sentimental tunes
took away our winter's blues!"
she murmured with deep regret,
until her light eyes became wet...
The decaying house was put up for sale,
and only these kids have a story to tell
about the nicest person on that block,
who once was the prettiest girl-scout...
who loved us as much as her own children;
but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone?
And if you wonder what her name was,
she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!
Categories:
foreseeing, death, friendship, life, loss,
Form:
Ballad
You float and fly
for all to see
you fill the sky
with daydream fantasy
A sign, this fate
foreseeing plans
laid about
through gentle hands
Drifting off
in heartfelt mystery
A captured hope
through painted scenes
clearing minds
and what it means
Soon that gift
will be alive and free
as I hold your
feather
as a memory
Categories:
foreseeing, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
How do you turn off the darkness?
How do you set it aside?
Where do you find that switch?
That only you can provide.
And as your light shines on me
As it touches my being
I begin to surmise
That it's a change I’m foreseeing.
Categories:
foreseeing, dark, light,
Form:
Rhyme
I watch you both as years wind on
foreseeing one day you'll be gone
your failing bodies groan their tale
of passing time, and growing frail
and yet, the worst of ageing's signs
are those that fog your brilliant minds
for you gave yours at my behest
to make my life so full and blessed
and now the memories disappear
as you leave slowly, year-by-year
I see the precious moments drain
now lost for good, like tears in rain
but still, your love is clear and wise
each time you find each others' eyes
I know then, when I see that spark
your love will shine through any dark
amidst the joy, and yes, some tears
soulmates now, some seventy years
there's no gift greater, man or wife
than sharing all the dreams of life
to have a love that's next-to-none
right there beside you, still the one
so, please don't fret the bills and aches
I'm here to do whate'er it takes
you gave your all to see me through
and now, I'll give my all for YOU
so, as you did when I was born
(and Gabriel blows his final horn)
I'll take you in my arms to keep ...
and rock you ... 'til you're fast asleep.
* For my mom & dad, married seventy years, and still in love as ever ... you are the definition of true love and commitment. *
Categories:
foreseeing, marriage, memory, relationship, soulmate,
Form:
Couplet
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When in marriage, life together just begun
Planned on adding to this wordly estate
Planting an orchard was so much fun
Foreseeing years of luscious fruit on plate
But all things of this world cycle
Being brought down to death and decay
Very few of the trees still stand now
They have gone to other uses_ maybe sleigh
These temples are made of dust and minerals
They will be put away in the dark earth grave
But there is our soul which is immortal
It will live forever and a day
Categories:
foreseeing, death, inspirational, introspection, life
Form:
Rhyme
I hear her
When, in stillness – peace,
She surrounds me with her promises,
Light, mist on the morning, hope
Lifting away all the doubt, the darkness
With a feeling, a soul stirring scream
I hear her
Beating, in rhythm – harmonizing,
She echoes in reflections of sweet joy,
Soft, erasing all the night’s stardust dreams,
Inspiring me to give my best, my heart
To the moments of laughter, the scream
I hear her
Dancing, in tune – waltzing,
Breathing hope through the spirit,
Singing as the leaves whisper, falling
Autumn remembering summer’s hesitation
To hide behind the beautiful, blood curdling scream
I hear her
When, at noon – cloudless skies
Embrace the earth, tempting, satisfying
Reassuring the soul that together with time
We can arrive at our destination, our finish
Pouring out forever in the spirit’s the scream
I hear her
Gifting my heart with light, intense
Feelings so gentle, so giving, so willing
To agree with second thoughts, the secret
Hopes flooding, flowing through the brilliance
A love that agrees, passionate, a scream
I hear her
Like melancholy and memory, singing
The rich, cool alto – then soprano, notes
Pure gold, God’s voice pleading with us all
Nature, forever – endless treasures of hope
Foreseeing the everlasting life, in the wildness of a heart
– the scream, fading into destiny, graceful
Like a peace that can’t be seen or touched
The scream is anxious and floods the hopes
With winds that blow through the oaks
Satisfying the blossoms, the laurels and pines,
Preparing hearts for reality’s chime, the vibrant highs
Determined by the blood curdling scream of sunset’s trembling
Blending with endless feelings…
Blessing away the scream’s repeating over the ridges,
Soundless, yet – still resonating such an ache
Fleeting heartbreak, yearning for the peace that comes
With the dawn, the serenity that takes
Away the scream’s raspy voice, it’s exasperating grating
The scream… it drains the wish from the dreamer
Categories:
foreseeing, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Alone in fields of flowers
I can feel the sorrow of sunset
Yet still I stand with a blissful smile
Foreseeing tomorrow's radiant sunrise
And I feel the kiss of the earth
As I stroll with bare feet
For nature's bounty is the greatest cure
To those burdened with a forsaken life
I can feel the shadows pressing down
When I'm trying to bask in the sunlight
But I always hold my head high
If only to feel whole again
If only
To be me again
Categories:
foreseeing, angst, anxiety, fear, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Written: October 15, 2023
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Shadows dwell in the confines of dreams.
I delve into an abyss of enigmas streams.
The soul is a marvel waiting to be unfolded.
To be felt, embraced, and aired to the world.
I slowly peel up my mask for each wary tug.
Disclosing the truth lies beneath the shrug.
Finishing yet another conundrum or quest.
locating the vitality trapped inside the chest.
Inhalations of holy trees yearn to be heard.
A tune rich with wisdom, haphazardly blurred
It falls down in pools of various hues of gray.
Time hurdles have been destroyed in clay.
Lyrics fall akin to twigs in an autumnal breeze.
Build vivid notions in the mind with salient ease.
Imaginary oxblood leaks from your lover's lips.
Whispering whispers as the full moon dimly dips
These archaic cursive instances appear in wait.
I wish tears to dry before my memories slate.
They linger on a blank page since it is too late.
Or, mingle on a shared stage as poets relate.
Before such radiance fades in the night.
To waltz and wanton, yarns of moonlight
Stars strike notes, nurturing a symphony.
A tune that vibrates in the soul is harmony.
Thus, I disclose the core of my being.
As a star sways, watch its hint of foreseeing.
The soft rumblings of the heart's embrace
A romantic choreography, a cosmic chase
But we can bear power at any given time.
To fit inside and enable our souls to sublime.
Whispers of soul embrace a cosmic love chase.
I glance inwardly for calmness and grace.
Categories:
foreseeing, analogy, appreciation, fate, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Whenever tears roll down
somebody's face,
and whether it brings joy, reward or pain:
it matters to someone
whose life, somehow, has broken him down,
or has lifted him up through grace;
it matters when one rejoices,
and sees in victory
what his bewildered eyes
couldn't ever have imagined it to be...
He chose the path to glory
without harboring suspicions,
or being frightened by unseen woes
and hard-and fast rules;
he made swift choices
and built up his courage from nothing;
and what his fearless mind couldn't perceive,
wasn't so impossible to dream,
but surely achieved
through grit and indisputable duty...
Whatever that solemn oath
relied on a certain promise, he never lost heart,
because his valor never seemed to lessen a bit;
and he was taken above and beyond his fears
by not foreseeing any disheartening defeat:
confidence had given his untiring feet a steady beat...
It matters to someone to be recognized,
and cherish that moment of gladness:
perhaps the only moment to be remembered
and be locked away in his past;
a brave soldier at his best,
never settling for anything less,
always going above and beyond his expectations,
to honor and safeguard the Country that he loves...
Categories:
foreseeing, happiness, love, people, sad,
Form:
Ode
Poachers shrug off
their critics,
who say that they are aiding
elephants' extinction - the
people who are thirsty
for money from tusks claim
that poaching
doesn't destroy the world,
it only destroys poverty
and feeds their hungry families.
They press the triggers,
without foreseeing a wild with no elephants;
a nation with no tourism;
an orphaned elephant calf;
a beauty scrapped off from Mother Nature's creation....
Photo #2
Date: 09/04/2016
Categories:
foreseeing, africa, animal, conflict, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Is this tangible as depicted by my senses?
Never knowing if I am here or there in my alibi,
Foreseeing a multitude of path that lies in unison,
Intuitively choosing as choices disappear in the drag,
Nesting in my being, will I bid in a fond adieu?
If I am forced to say goodbye, will it even be mutual?
Take it away! This fondness of dystopia,
Existing in an infinite potential of a Singular.
Hint:
One cannot exist without the other,
From one end of the spectrum to another.
Categories:
foreseeing, life,
Form:
Acrostic
My mind stormed with “what ifs”
Clueless about shifting ends will be right
Almost words are pell-mell on the cliff
I am hoping to find real delights
What if there are no funny movies?
Leaving many faces too serious for nothing
Our character will not tell a joke and turns ugly
Our time is better written with distinct meaning
What if I could write my younger self?
Will I transgress God’s will?
Or a timely edification of himself
Would rightly fit over frills
What if this is my last day on earth?
Will my wish be granted, while it fits desirable?
Will my wish to remain as a kid will not bring forth?
To places and events where pains are incurable
What if there are no more bad people?
Who would people turn to in order to blame
The righteous are widespread, leaving life favorable
Negativity will no longer rob our children’s fame
Imagining things out of context
What if there are new ways of transportation?
A teleporter would show its greatest effects
Strangers be deployed on chosen destination
Invulnerable if we treat our imagination
Vanishing reality into a divine foreseeing
Aroma of life instilling finest inspiration
What’s up ahead is our take as a human being
May 24, 2016
Categories:
foreseeing, feelings, god, imagination, life,
Form:
Rhyme