Best Harbouring Poems
Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take, will he take me?
Instantly thoughts go to grandma, surely she’s there,
Surely her open arms will be there to greet me.
Harbouring such thoughts bring to me a peaceful smile.
I start counting all the loved ones I will soon see.
I count them as others count sheep in darkest night
They have become like soft comfort blankets to me
They make my nights less scary, should it be my time.
Soon my weary body gives way to pure darkness
I slip into a place of total nothingness
Time stands still and now I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere, floating helplessly forever
Then far off I see a light shining so brightly
Now I feel once more as my aching body hurts
I moan and roll toward the window lit with sun
Realization sinks in, I’ve made it……one more night.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.01.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
Near Death Experience
5th
Categories:
harbouring, angst, death, peace, sick,
Form:
Free verse
The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are just their harbouring hosts as each other they seek
No longer tears of pain - but instead ‘Tears of Soulful Joy’
Into my open mouth trickle as they stream down my face
Happiness surpassing all bounds - exquisite is its taste
Priceless in their worth - no remorse will ever take its place
Awakened memories of when our souls did first connect
A Metaphysical Truth - A Bonding - Life’s Mystery
The feeling of De’ja’vu - halted in its stride - Time stood still
A beacon of blinding light that streaked from you to me
I would sense you anywhere – for you are my Soul Mate
Connected at Soul level to this physical state
I believe once you have truly connected so deeply
Love is sealed forever - now and through all eternity
The surging power emanating between us so searing and intense
Beyond analysing - beyond laws of gravity - beyond making sense
~'Soul Mates interwoven through space and time
Singing their divine union in verse sublime'~
Above couplet contributed with thanks - by ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
An extract poem from ‘Memories series’ - 'Unchained - Episode 8'
Categories:
harbouring, emotions, love, romantic, soulmate,
Form:
Verse
The flame of awareness is held by God,
which we cognise when fickle mind is still,
that ego vaporised, frigid heart thawed,
dove of love perches on soul’s window sill.
There is in truth nothing we need to do,
save remaining poised in the vibrant void,
mindfully sensing throb of bliss renew,
revealing our pristine Self unalloyed.
Thoughts are the blockage and once we know this,
feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking,
we are bestowed by Divine Mother kiss,
shifting us to awareness unblinking.
The difficulty is in letting go ~
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow
***
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow,
which reworded means we cease to exist,
save as a love mist reflecting God’s glow,
melding with vast space, ceasing to resist.
Now since we do not wish to disappear,
we continue flirtation with desire,
dwelling in darkness and harbouring fear,
remaining thus in bondage till we tire.
On realising there’s nothing out there,
we finally stop struggling and striving,
turning inward and becoming aware,
of lower mind and ego conniving.
For God it is enough, that we seek Him ~
It matters not if sight of soul is dim
***
It matters not if sight of soul is dim,
provided our heart is childlike and pure,
by day and night singing for God a hymn,
weeding away lust, making soul demure.
What happens then is this, suffused with bliss,
all nodes within form dance in unison;
the serpent rises, with a benign hiss
and we reclaim light of the central sun.
Our transmutation thus as living light,
is done when we choose with God to entwine,
whereupon we’re graced with spherical sight
and with His law of love gently align.
Beholding soul’s light within, we are awed ~
The flame of awareness is held by God
Categories:
harbouring, god, spiritual,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
I want to share a bit of info I think everyone should know.
It may make life a little easier as through life you go.
People come equipped with a number of traits, good and bad;
With some that will delight you and some will make you mad.
The two traits here I mention are unpleasant to come across
And they can leave you frustrated, your temper up for toss.
But if you'll just step back and breathe a minute, maybe two,
Your composure you will gain back by following this clue.
Other people are never jealous of your negativity;
They are only jealous of you for your 'quality'!
Others do not envy what 'you' have 'not';
They envy what you 'have' that 'they' haven't got!
Jealousy and envy are nothing more than 'inverted' admiration;
Do yourself a favour, turn 'em around, and feel the liberation!
Accept these traits as compliments, for in essence it is true,
And by graciously accepting, they'll have more to envy you!
If you always keep this in mind, yourself, you will spare
Any grief or anguish you may feel when either's in the air.
Though jealousy and envy are projected with much ill intent,
If you receive them as blessings, you'll wisely circumvent.
But if you're on the other side and you're the one doling out
This jealousy and envy, remember to what you're giving clout.
If you're envious and jealous, you're harbouring admiration,
Like the negative of a picture, undeveloped captivation.
Oftentimes in life it's easier if we cultivate an objective
To seek a different, better way and change our perspective.
Whenever we can change the negative, give it a positive spin,
We reap the benefits of and the reward is then, a win.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-05-08 14:27:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Categories:
harbouring, character, jealousy,
Form:
Rhyme
An old stone cottage stands on the seafront
Abandoned and alone
Windows covered in sea salt and cobwebs
Its history and story unknown
A small white cottage with good bones
That has weathered many a storm
Now unloved and neglected
Still stands steadfast ,proud, yet sadly forlorn
A large stone fireplace graces the front room
Blackened by the years that have withstood the test of time
Giving warmth and comfort to many a soul
Comfort so sublime
I wonder who resided here
Was it a happy home
Was it alive , full of love and laughter
Or harbouring sadness and secrets unknown
I would love to sit inside this cottage
Light the fire and share a cup of tea
So the cottage could tell me its story
Of life as it used to be
A story perhaps of long lost secrets
One of intrigue and mystery
Or maybe just a simple tale
Of a loving family
In appreciation and gratitude for story told
A cuddle it would be
I would visit time and again for the warmth of its fire
And to share another cup of tea!
Categories:
harbouring, history, old, sea, time,
Form:
Rhyme
We try our best to maintain good rhythm
But at times life gets in the way
The every day challenges of modern living
The demands we face each day
The greatest reward we receive in the end
Is happiness and true contentment
At peace with the world and all things pure
Not harbouring any resentment
The ultimate aspiration of every human
Is a journey free from hassle
Filled with many accomplishments
Where your home is really your castle
Rhythm is an extremely important part
Of contentment and a happy life
Good rhythm lends us a sense of well being
A journey free from strife
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
harbouring, love,
Form:
Narrative
I wish I was an eagle soaring
With golden wings of light
Incandescently gliding across a moonlit sky
Swooping, diving, rising upwards
Harbouring dreams of a new age
Idyllic is the beauty of the feeling of feathered games
Wondering how the eagle feels soaring high over mountain peaks
Everlasting memories is that not what we all seek
Ruminating on questions about all that eagles see
Everlasting quintessential birds flying on filigree golden wings.
Categories:
harbouring, animal, bird, immigration, mountains,
Form:
Acrostic
The sensation of butterflies flying within
As your heart joyously sings
An Angelic being growing inside
As your growing tummy gets harder to hide
The bond with your baby already so strong
You pray that nothing will go wrong
The instinct of the Mother already working
For any dangers that may be lurking
Your tummy ripples, your baby has awoken
The love you feel needs not be spoken
Upon your tummy you place your hand
On the growing bump that continues to expand
What a wonderful, magical time to be alive
Harbouring a soul that intends to eventually arrive
Keeping baby safe, warm and protected
While the umbilical keeps you literally connected
Being in control of the life of another
Is a great privilege to any a Mother
Never take this role for granted, EVER
As the way you shape your child, goes on forever.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
harbouring, baby, life, mother, baby,
Form:
Verse
The Rocking Chair That Keeps…
Up in the attic, there’s something or someone
that keeps creating an eerie, dreary air:
for the darkness is greedy
as it smothers a world of mystery,
a century of family history,
all boxed and cased
in a crust of rust and dust!
Pictures of Dad as a sprightly lad,
Gran with no wrinkle, just a youthful twinkle
and bits of me bagged and forgotten.
However, it is the empty, rocking chair
that reaches out with a squeeze of….. unease.
Yes, up in the attic, there’s something or someone
that offers, a bite of fright and a dreaded dare:
as pipes snake into secret, cobwebbed lairs
and wooden beams stream like overhead train lines
while the excitement of discovery hides in the past.
But it is the empty, rocking chair
that grips and grabs at my attention
as I sense ‘something’ harbouring its wooden frame.
Oh yes, up in the attic, there’s something or someone
that keeps, nudging and grudging with a gloomed glare:
the room suddenly trembles, my heart holds tight
but it’s only the wind galloping by at night.
Immediately a watery giggle,
gurgles the length of a pipe
increasing my midgets of fidgets.
I turn and an aged mirror offers a face of fear
but I breathe again – for it has only borrowed mine.
Up in the attic, there’s definitely something or someone
that keeps, me uneasy, even queasy, each time I am there:
for the darkness is greedy
as it smothers a world of mystery,
a century of family history,
all boxed and cased
in a crust of rust and dust!
But now…. something far more shocking,
a lone rocking chair that keeps.…rocking!
Ian Souter 2025
Categories:
harbouring, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
A mote of dust travels through the air
blown this way and that across the lands.
Finally after many miles it is entrapped
in a rocky crevasse where it joins others.
In time the wind blows in many more motes
and something wondrous starts happening.
These motes give birth to little plants
that struggle at first then bind the land.
Encouraging new birth all around and
flowers that vibrantly wave in the breeze.
Young saplings shoot out deep tap roots
that anchor them in place where they flourish.
In time a mighty forest springs to life
harbouring a wealth of flora and fauna.
All of this came to pass due to just one,
one solitary mote of well travelled dust.
written 11/18/2014
contest Gathering Dust
Categories:
harbouring, life, nature,
Form:
Personification
Dee and Me
The years have so quickly gotten by.
They have stepped in-between you and I
The years have slipped quietly away.
You, it seems, have drifted further than they.
There is nothing left of what once was,
and I wonder why ?, and this is because
there are our two Girls, who are in need
and deserve not, because of our creed.
Because of our wrongs and bad deeds,
these may have planted the wrong seeds
in the minds of our innocent Daughters,
who, - upon this plane- stumble, falters
upon the paths they have chosen to walk.
With me, it seems, they seldom / never talk
about what it is they are truly feeling
so that they may let it go – know the healing
that comes upon the heals of totally expressing
the secrets, all that they have been repressing.
I have, for years now, wondered ?, what is your deal,
what is with you ?, what is this fate ?, in which you seal
my destiny – forever it seems – to live,
no matter what – to you, I did give
my all – from you, you have chosen to ignore
and behind us – me – you have closed the door.
From you, – it seems – nothing, this forevermore.
I wonder ?, what of our past do you remember.
On my Black Bird’s wings, on a Lincoln’s front fender,
above the mighty Grand, on top of mount Tamalpais.
Some of, all that was good my dear, but alas,
I fear, it is all gone to dust, lost forever.
Remembered ?, relished ?, I believe – never –
for animosity, harbouring to much ill will
drives what reason the reasons that kill
any memories of Hawaii, Florida, California,
Ontario, Ohio, Arizona, British Columbia,
all the good, that once was representative
of a life style I brought you into - to live.
Live beyond what once was, this I did give.
B .J. “A” 2
December 14th 2004
Categories:
harbouring, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Endlessly the golden red tinged sands roll on,
vast dunes tower with narrow gully's betwixt them.
Cast in purple and black shadows harbouring an oasis.
Dotted with swaying palms and colourful birds singing
and blue waters that entice as they shimmer and sparkle.
Here, hidden in the dunes folds, a priceless peace reigns.
A place that holds a treasure not governed by gems or gold.
Here tucked away everyday values no longer are important.
Tranquillity blows in on hot winds that ripple the surfaces
of sand whipping it into mini swirls that dance away.
Shadow Hamilton
written 09/16/2014
contest: IN THE DESERT
sponsor Nette
Categories:
harbouring, bird, red, wind,
Form:
Verse
His introduction is a roundabout in continuous turning
this criminal sees me as one whose deep thinking is lost
crazy assurances of converting a piece of grass to a garden
obese rewards only can be reached through a hidden maze
half evidences and my appetite slips through dark paths
it’s obvious, the trail of a scammer’s conversation stays sinuous
money, war, death, power, assistance: information in constant twisting
without harbouring greed, one cannot be trapped
wisdom cracks crookedness to put an end to this unwarranted puzzle
he’s gutted; not giving my account details was the wall.
Published: 6/25/2020
For "Maze- 10 word challenge poetry contest"
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
The 10 words: garden, maze, paths, sinuous, turning, trapped, puzzle, twisting, lost, wall
Placement: 3rd Position [6/30/2020]
Categories:
harbouring, evil,
Form:
Free verse
A rare Arab and Asian identity which is distinct in topography;
blessed with an excellent human resource in health services;
its heart, destroyed and rebuilt seven different times;
having a name unchanged and sustained to reach historic zeniths;
surviving a number of years more than the number of Brazilian Airports
while its tongue resonates in three different dance moves.
This land historically occupied by over 19 intruders
holds the world book capital and appears in the league
of the most popular shopping destinations globally.
In the global skyscraper of night clubs, sky Bar stays at the top.
The creation of the first boat and the establishment of the first sail
makes the Phoenicians topple Christopher Columbus to reach America.
Down town Beirut raises its flag high above all others
in the building of its law school.
Rooted from its gardens is the creators of Tom and Jerry
and holds the shield of pride as the first constitution driven Arab Nation.
A plug in the large socket of the Arab peninsula
is this land with the highest percentage of Christians in its league;
having a city named after the combined scrolls of the Christ-like religion
and sidon signifying the first miracle center of the Messiah;
with the popular belief of the divine plantations of the cedars.
It is sealed by the several mentions of both land and tree in the holy scriptures.
Even though it is a fortieth of the entire religious empire
its garage gives out a large chunk of the peninsula’s publications.
Unique in its spring, when skiing and swimming are both possible;
possessing fifteen flowing waters, each coming from its own mountainous source;
with four times more compatriots outside its landmark
than within its territorial fence.
Its past time events of the wild fire of civil wars
all ignited by the sparks of inter-religious differences
reflect a large society harbouring eighteen different faith
to form a nation with hidden political and economic influences.
Categories:
harbouring, arabic, community, earth, education,
Form:
Ode
As I lay in meadows green outstreched on the grass
Ignorance comes blinding as the fleeting day goes past. Blissfull blindness leaves ignorance to the fading light.
Approach the dark let all of day demise into the night.
Shivers tingle through the spine and leaves the body cold. Memories come flooding of the tales that mom once told. Uttering her cautioned warnings of terror and fright.
Reasons why the human race cannot enter the night.
Creatures cloaked in darkness through the secrets they keep. The crime as helpless victims laugh to death in their sleep.
Ruthlessly playing. You are the toy.
Create illusions of hapiness to feed off your joy.
But their time had come arising for me it was to late.
Dear God dont leave me broken to a trembling mournful fate.
Im crying out in loudened silence someone hear my cries.
Thoughts erupting all in voilence harbouring their lies.
For sins I birthed and raised all I ask is more exemption.
One last shot to make it right. One chance at redemption.
Creatures stare right through the soul with x-ray visioned eyes.
Yearning for the monsters that abide in me to rise.
Voices whisper tauntingly to reach for what they long.
Fear engulfing melody, darkness ridden song. The silence becomes deafening. Themselves the voices raise.
Lead me down a dusty road unto an early grave.
Let mountains split beckoning the birth of the sunrise.
Let darkness shatter its radiance consuming all the skies.
Lift the veil called blindness as the noisy silence breaks.
Grant me passage, bring me life, forgive all my mistakes
Categories:
harbouring, christian, cry, death, evil,
Form: