Best Guides Poems
As she meditated the room brightened.
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in her rings.
She shut off her eyes and concentrated.
Hoping her front latch was firmly gated.
She understood the value of the spirit guides.
Who were now showing their power deep inside.
Her ancestral guides were filling the room
They came with a swish, one came with a swoon.
The room began to change, her face as well.
She was no longer herself an enthusiastic tell.
The flame of the candle began showing off
She heard her mother in the next room cough
She smiled for she had not seen her for a long time
Spinning in happiness, her spirit animal a mime.
I know you are here, she told her deer.
Her most favorite power animal, now so very near.
Not to worry my lady, the fawn said silently.
Your meditation is the best today it will ever be.
Categories:
guides, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
sudden storm at sea
ship’s compass spinning around –
waves thrashing my boat
welcome beacon guides
to shore as if to heaven –
lighthouse shows the way
by Carolyn Devonshire (based on true experience)
*Entry for Russell’s “In the Light of Haiku” contest
Categories:
guides, inspirational, sea,
Form:
Haiku
be prepared to serve,
soul of life in unity,
it's the goal of life.
Lord Baden Powel
the root of service,
mine equipped with selflessness,
a global leader.
a man of service,
perfectly moulded by thoughts
that deem worthy life.
a blossomed leader
with his seasoned words and deeds
raised on the summit.
blow horn; he catches,
shout a word; he discovers,
make a step; he builds.
Categories:
guides, angel, autumn, bible, bird,
Form:
Senryu
Cereus was in bloom in nightwashed
desert, sand was cool, it tipped off
the contour drain, a river sent its compliments.
If the death was at home, like an
estranged lover, will you open the door
in dusky stripes of morning ?
Rubber was burning in afternoon rain.
An alert was sounded in curious lanes;
the shadow was lengthening its stay !
Standing on the burnt-out hull, I count
the shouts of the fathers on artifical limbs.
Bits of violence have broken the sea.
The seedless fruits descend on the glistening
coffin. A city walks with me without end.
There were roses, roses all the way.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
guides, art,
Form:
ABC
pick a rose
pick a posy
posy of snowdrops
posy of violets
violets bright purple
violets to spray
spray the flowers
spray softly misty
misty blue eyes
misty cloudy days
days with laughter
days with tears
tears of gladness
tears of sadness
sadness in death
sadness for grades
grades to record
grades to improve
improve life’s direction
improve each decision
decisions Hell bound
decisions wisely chosen
chosen God leading
chosen through prayer
prayer in sickness
prayer in health
health bringing gladness
health bringing wealth
wealth for possessions
wealth to share
share with compassion
share with family
family is forever
family grows together
together building dreams
together growing gardens
gardens of love
gardens of hope
hope for tomorrow
hope for successes
successes at work
successes at home
home of faith
home that nurtures
nurtures each child
nurtures and guides
guides with wisdom
guides through life
wisdom ~
guides ~
Posy - Definition and More from the Free Merriam-Webster ...
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Full Definition of POSY. 1 : a brief sentiment, motto, or legend. 2 a : bouquet, nosegay
Form: Blitz - A form of poetry created by poet Robert Keim in 2008. It is a 50-line poem of short phrases and images. The "Blitz" poem is well-named, as the fifty short lines are read in rapid-fire fashion. “The form really relies on sound and rapid "flow." ~Rob Keim.
Categories:
guides, life,
Form:
Blitz
Gladly, I greet the gristmill guard:
…..“God is good!”*
Governed am I by this goal in the granary:
…“Grind the golden grains gaily!”
Gallantly, I am gripped with grace-greatness:
…“Garner gems of generosity!”
Geared am I to grasp by grueling guaranty:
…“Gird-up for next generation-grants!”
Gazing at goodness-gleam, I glow with grandeur:
…“Glare at greediness; guard against gloom!”
Grieved am I with grimes of guile:
…“Get away from gruesome graft!”
Gradually, I go for growth as glorious gristmill:
…“Gain from glamor-gleanings!”
Gently, I grab gear-ups and give up garbage:
…“Goodbye grumblings and grudges!”
*Psalm 73:1 Truly God is good ... even to such as are of a clean heart.
May 25, 2018
VOGON: FRUITY DELIGHT
Fulfillingest cravingous plight
Festivenest midst colorouss bright
Filledest with nutrientsous delight
Fruitserest along sweetous blendouss aright
Flavoredest by creamous and cheesyous bite
Funfullest treatous of healthyous height!
Categories:
guides, blessing, character, devotion, encouraging,
Form:
Alliteration
Divine messengers from Elders past
beget humane muses of culture.
Prophetic win/win messages
perform and engage
redevelop and reconnect
guardian health systems
and wealth networks.
Proactive passionate verbs
pleasing domesticated nouns
together speak co-relational language,
recreating exegesis of re-ligioning life
spread and stretched between
flaming hot love and stone-cold hate.
Creolizing messages shaping defense
of polycultural adventures
reshaping offense
of too omnipotent monocultures.
Divine words
reweaving boddhisatva co-messiahs
guardians of healthy cooperative virtues,
EarthTribe's re-convening
naturally discerning spirited kindness,
indigenously wise
re-ligioning FatherSun
EarthMother root feeling
crown thoughtful
mind/body fullness.
Transcendent/immanent
enlightened/empowering
messengers to and from our Elder guardians,
trees shaken by breeze,
sapient squirrels chased by bluejay girls,
light shadowed by co-refining night.
Divine FatherSun
re-connecting enlightened messages
re-ligioning EarthMother sage
co-messianic musicians.
Categories:
guides, angel, anger, creation, gospel,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Your choice my committee said. But not human, Bo added.
Bo is the head, and the most eager spiritual guide to get me to level yes.
Bo can get re-assigned when I hit mastery.
When he first undertook project me he said we have all the time in the world. Ha!
If you think heaven is complicated, wait until you have to choose your re-assignment.
Re-entry? No problem. Family choosing, another story.
Why not human? I asked Bo.
You have mastered the human level, he reminded me.
The others threw back their heads and laughed.
They did not think so, but Bo is incredibly persuasive, and he persuaded them that I had.
They knew they had been half-duped, but they liked Bo and me, and they wanted to move on.
There are only six levels to master after human, Bo reminded me. But you get to decide
Your own order. You have fifteen minutes to decide.
Apparently the committee had another recruit arriving soon.
I choose dog, I told them.
Dog sometimes does not last past puppy, Angel Six reminded me.
Angel Seven gave him a squelching look which is rare in heaven.
My only other choices were bunny, cat, deer, eagle, and dolphin.
Bunnies are often coyote food; I am haughty enough already, so cat was out.
I despise the idea of spreading lime disease, so not deer.
Flying appeals to me, but I do not feel mature enough to handle a beak yet.
Crumb! I meant to say dolphin. I turned to see if I could change it, but they had dissipated.
With any luck this reincarnation will not last half as long as the last one where I lived to be ninety-two.
Categories:
guides, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You have graduated the angel was told.
You get to help guide an earth child until she is old.
The angel was delighted and began to dance around.
You have to creep in God said, do not make a sound.
The angel’s baby was delightful in every way.
She recognized her spirit guide and wanted to play.
The monitor of the child’s room showed her orb’s glow.
Her mommy came running yelling “no! no! no!”
The angel was cautioned to turn off her light.
She had to keep her orb self out of sight.
She guarded the baby until the baby joined her in heaven.
Fortunately, by then the baby was a ripe ninety-seven.
Categories:
guides, angel, baby,
Form:
Rhyme
As we travel along the road of life,
like scenes, perceptions and beliefs will change
Opinions manifest in distinct ways
often a cause for thought to rearrange
We are subjected to the wiles of time
all the ideas and discussions we've known
celebrated persons we've tried to mime
concepts adapted from studies we're shown.
Yet, through it all, an awareness exists
a screen we can feel but can never see
It is there, we're aware, while it resists
our grasp of what this awareness might be.
Could it be we each have angels and guides
to help us on our solitary way
Never a push, just a sense they confide
a confidence when a life feels astray.
It's one of the things remaining unknown
extrasensory awareness mystique.
Perhaps it's our conscience with which we've grown,
or a nudge to remind us we're unique.
May 10, 2023
For "Screen of Awareness" contest
by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
guides, angel, appreciation, life,
Form:
Rhyme
To those who guide with wisdom’s light,
Through every challenge, wrong, and right.
You shape our minds, our hearts, our way,
We honor you on this Teacher’s Day.
With patience deep and knowledge vast,
You help us learn, from first to last.
In every lesson, big or small,
You catch us when we fear the fall.
With humorous classes, that makes us hustle, To maintain pin drop silence, scaring us to not move a muscle. Ever so strict, to your rules shall we abide, For there is none greater, than “Our hope – Our Guides”.
We call you our mentor, our friend, our guide,
Like tall ladders, you help us climb with pride.
To the wonderous heights, you lift us in life,
You stand selflessly, saying, "It's your spotlight”.
Such humility is seldom seen,
We bow in gratitude, our hearts serene.
With deep respect, honor and grace,
Acknowledging you in this sacred place.
We salute each one with heartfelt ease,
Honoring our guides on bended knees.
We thank you, for teaching us the best, for many long years,
Helping us in all things, making us overcome our fears.
Forever and always, you shall be in our hearts so dear, No matter how fast, the future draws near.
Categories:
guides, teacher, teachers day,
Form:
Rhyme
Love comes in myriads of color
from palest lavender sunsets
and softest pink of twilight
to deepest rose of dawn
What guides the artist
in his pure strokes
that adorn
canvas
cloth
Categories:
guides, art, creation, environment, imagination,
Form:
Nonet
Today is an another wobbly morning where I have opened my eyes to collect my pieces and recollect the transient peace of last night which soon gave it's way to a tentative traumatising earthquake and perhaps this morning I found myself lying in the epicentre of breakage , placed perfectly in the centre or our bed to fill the space occupied by you during the transient peace of last night .
Today is an another wobbly morning and I have rubber my eyes and I finally saw you , beautiful as you were , beautiful as you are , beautiful as you will be . I feel you are somewhat monumental , you love is monumental , monumental to this earthquake that shook us both but broke me , your highness stands tall , brave , unruptured , magnificent and historic , you are not affected by earthquakes because you are too old and too strong to break into pieces , I am new to this business of handling earthquakes with historic love monuments like you .
So today is another normal day , I have forgotten this earthquake between us and now I slightly shifted to the other side of the bed , I noticed your breakages , darling you too have breakages in you , forced love inscriptions and patriarchal letters you too have been ravaged maybe this is experience but you too are affected by this earthquake as I put my hands on your monumental skin I notice painted wounds so fresh yet so beautifuly old too , I see you have been gazed , praised and misused by many but I notice you are peacefuly placed here in front of me sleeping in my memory , did you rebuilt yourself in my memory ?
So here I am shifting completely towards you near this epicentre again to make and break myself into your archaeologist to explore you as much as I can , I am not like those professionaly perfect guides you met earlier , I am your archaeologist and you are my passion not a business of benifit .
So the next time I'll dive deeper and deeper into your exploration an paste a warning board on you that any further mark of touch would be a direct offence to this government called me.
Today is the aftermath of this earthquake and you are still monumental but this time magnificent in my memory and warning board of no degradation , regardless of public misuse , you are mine .
Categories:
guides, love,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Herd of elephants
Beautiful babies walk with
The head guides them all
Categories:
guides, animals, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
New sentences How far and cold the moon and stars but in the ebony darkness they show the wandering man a place or way to go have fun with that one LOL Bear
THE GUIDES
A life time ago and far away in the ebony darkness -
hovering on invisible threads, that silver orb, mini spheres -
all occupying a space in that great place of starkness
that can freeze the hearts and souls of man and his peers.
Yet this silver orb and it's companion spheres guide
mans romantic heart and his spirit on a long ride
across the land of love, the lands of this planet,
the oceans deep as he wanders hoping to get
to the place - to know which is the right way to go
and what life is all about and how it is to show
all of man kind how to find the adventurer in
himself and to fore go what has been many a mans sin.
The lethargic, lifeless, languishing, sleeping man
who sits on his ass, life passing him by doing nothing he can
to light the fires, lift the spirits, sing - the flames to fan
into a blazing inferno of soul delight lighting the skies
that might fill men's hearts, spirit, soul and his eyes
so that this earth, man kind no longer cries
for all they feel - believes dies.
All Life is a force !
It will take it's coarse !
B.J."A" 2
April 10th 2009
though you would have a tough time with the sentence i wrote to you but you came through like a champion your," the guides" is extremly well done It seems thats the words you write just roll from your mind to the paper, good one WJA2
Categories:
guides, friendship, philosophy, life, life,
Form:
Rhyme