Best Heedful Poems
Mindful
Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.
Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a lighthouse beacon hovering,
Charts rocks and shoals through clear oceans insight,
Every nerve exposed in circumspection
Sometimes cringing in wary expose
Often basking in the light touch of satisfaction
As niggling prophecy finds confirmation in revelation
Throwing off the blinded penury of antonyms,
Embracing flashing synonyms of wisdom,
Tears of the heedful heart touch drab puzzles poverty
To polish with refinement’s shine burnished enthusiasm
For the incandescent dancing mindful
Then banish chary strobes of destitute indifference
Reaching beyond self-centered parentheses.
A lantern of thoughtfulness in floodlights
Of full harvest shared – no scattered crumbs of bread
Baked to stone in scathing flashes of the false
Eloquent vigilant splendor - never morning extinguished –
Torch to awaken lambent radiance of clarity’s joy,
Identity of the pilgrim heart, ejects sightless shades
Mindfulness blends the conscious scattered fragments
For Mosaics in clear lit portraits of charity's open hands
Throwing off the numb stalker branded carelessness
Born of intentional ignorance
Seeker’s actuated incentive to the attentive –
To hear! To see! To feel! To move in birth!
Action invigorated by accentuated humility of grace.
Date Written 6-10-21
Best #1 Poem - September 2021
1st place Trophy Win Poetry Contest - Mindful
Included in Poetry Soup Anthology - It's Still Poetry
Categories:
heedful, blessing, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Forgotten field of forever - I knew you once . . .
in daffodil days when I wandered in wisteria ways.
Sprightly I skipped and rarely tripped.
Hope really did spring eternal then
in the spring of my strawberry youth.
Dahlia daydreams drifted often like dandelion fluff
through the corridors of my mind - a mind not yet tainted by
taxing times inevitably to come as faster and faster
I would speed along my path of life.
Like a gamboling lamb, fresh, frisky and free-spirited,
I faced my own little fun and frivolous world.
Hardly was I heedful of the woes of those
forced to fight in foreign fields across the ocean,
in a nation where peace was hardly known.
In killing fields the most innocent of citizens
were pawns of a futile war. Such things did not enter
my pre-teen mind. I was but a child.
Sachet sweet were my springs
and sassy sassafras my summers.
In back-to-school autumnal afternoons
I fled home to fields of happy play,
never with a thought given to the heartache of mothers
whose soldier sons were lost to bullets or bombs.
I sleepwalked cluelessly through a decade of war
far removed from me as I played games of pretend
with equally clueless friends.
Blissfully we skipped our ropes and chattered merrily
like monkeys in the school yard.
So innocent was I then that barely can I bring back
those sun-filled daffodil days to my recollection.
In too short time, my grand little dreams of long ago
wafted upward to a cumulus of forgetfulness.
No more do I lay myself down in grass
to look up at diamond-studded skies
or drift into slumber with visions of the visages
of my juvenile crushes while cheesy 60’s love songs
linger softly on my radio. Those faraway times are
as forgotten as the lives that vanished in Nam.
They can only belong to the forgotten field of forever.
Categories:
heedful, childhood, war,
Form:
Free verse
"A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads,
let your eyes and mind dance in each moment,
to untie each one of those silken beautiful threads."
Quote by _ Constance
Have always had a gentle heart,
and will 'til the day I depart;
I have a peaceful quiet way,
my gentleness is here to stay.
I gather feelings in my soul,
oh, in nature I like to stroll;
I am in harmony with God,
with his creation I am awed !
With eye mindful I see this world,
each flower I view that unfurled;
each beautiful forest hued green,
respectful, heedful of each scene.
I am quite careful with feelings,
thoughtful in matters and dealings;
conscious of how words are perceived,
send love and love will be received !
Categories:
heedful, feelings, heart, introspection,
Form:
Lay
Flower of the night, sleepless on a river bank,
You didn’t flee from my heedful kiss -
like a bumblebee, your nectar I drank,
On your dark petals, jolts of inner bliss…
Away, the water course carried my vessel,
I took you with me within sinuous galleries,
listening faraway the archangel warning yell:
“Do not awake with a gift from the faeries”
Defiantly, I caressed her on my left face,
drops of crimson blood colored my sight
“I shall never attend to another Grace,
my core belongs to the Flower of Night.”
I am awake and with me she remains,
the blossom I took from a dark Heaven,
her petals marked by dry blood stains:
“Then what”, my heart pounders uneven.
Categories:
heedful, allegory, beauty, dream, flower,
Form:
Brought back from the world of fantasies
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race.
Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned tasks
The lecturer did a job on my weekend plans.
Beetling of from the blue mind
On the way back paid for a RS pint
The evening amiability
Then changed my midday adhor.
Desirous roomie on my glass
Extended my evening all to night.
Budget hashed out and yet a penny left
Contribution counted to three
Held back for the late-night hour,
Program scheduled just after dinner.
Prepared nuts and crisped chicken
Horror flick lappy screen and encircled auditory sensation
Filtered flake lit up and welcoming the upcoming
Pollyannaish mood.
Three ready glasses and poured down first small pegs
Mixed with soda and measured cold drinks
Awaited Cheer up, is now appraised.
Valueless gabs and college couple scandals
Tittle-tattle few lectures and against soul mate’s lambasts.
Last sip downed
And the empty glasses quashed.
A bit stronger second and third
And the time seems to date-back.
Bulge out blushed eyes and orbing love stain bed
Latent hostility and fags myriad.
Enthroned activities
Except time none to put an end.
Deaf-mute fourth and last
Heedful sore past
Lonesome few moments and
Unenviably brought back.
A maudlin reverie expression
To see the past back to present
If matters could be deepened
Would endure the malign again.
Roused up from blues and faced the benighted
Sleety mezzanine and beetle-browed breeze
Yet stood placidly
To face the agony.
Mere empty thoughts
And faded memories
Seemed to calve a baseless spirit.
A sudden wink,
Out from the world of miasmas
To a reining state –
Caught up with existing faith
A new time ignited.
Bibulous state and duple images –
A feel to fly
And uncivilly liberty,
Did a moment time
An unexpected eternity.
The night to welcome the dawn
And unwished obscurity nap
Impermanent few hours of morning
Lasted till…….
Retrieving once again the hateful whole day race.
Categories:
heedful, funny, happiness, hope, imagination,
Form:
Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified
They cried, they blamed and they lazed,
Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage
They pass by a very dignified teen-age.
Out from the custody of cynosure
Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty,
Few were classed and few remained united
The formers became edified and rests were unidentified.
A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha
The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous –
A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed
At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time.
Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized
Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified,
Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary
The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely.
Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications
Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully,
Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth
They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life.
Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage
Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight.
Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity
Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy.
Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life
One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life.
They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization
Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration.
Dated: 18/01/2010
Categories:
heedful, friendshiptime, together,
Form:
Narrative
God as conscience is that inner voice within me,
the infinite spirit that has formed my morals;
a holy power that reminds me of my duty and scruples,
and each day I thank God for his divine lessons.
Childlike innocence has made me a prey,
for wicked people who see me as an easy target;
like a child spontaneous, trusting, a trustful fool,
but I listen to the voice within and turn away.
When I disobey the lessons I know are right,
it never ends well, I run riot, a rebel lost;
I ignore what is my moral code sometimes,
God knows I am not perfect and gently speaks.
Souls blue skies turn grey, murky and gloomy,
and my heart and soul is bleeding my essence;
but I reach out my hand to God and he holds me,
darkness turns into azure and shadows are defeated.
Betrayal by my hand is like a Judas kiss,
when I have been unfaithful to my morals of life;
I am let down in myself and will make penance,
promise God that I can be a good faithful believer.
Life's barren and bland without God on my side,
everything is empty and parched and unfruitful;
my life is dull and tedious, flat and nothing,
I need my faith, I need God to be my true me.
Until I awake to evil that seeks me always,
for the devil takes many forms so I must be aware;
vigilant, heedful, watchful with each person I meet,
it is sad that I must be on guard but this is life.
Dark desires forsake and yearnings tempt,
but I must go slowly and carefully in my actions;
be it passion or ambition, I must not surrender
my faith to feed my cravings- I must be strong.
_______________________
April 14, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Voice Within Me
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-827-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Soul Betrayal
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 04/24/2022
Second Place
Categories:
heedful, betrayal, dark, faith, innocence,
Form:
Verse
The bugler's piercing call sounds "Reveille" at the break of dawn.
Young horse soldiers rise, rub their eyes and stifle a gaping yawn.
The brawny Irish Sergeant bellows, "Up and at 'em lads!
You belong to me and the army now - forget your moms and dads!"
A wretched meal of bacon, beans and coffee awaits them in the mess.
Endless bugle calls throughout the day adds to their duress.
There are horses to curry and saddle and other chores ad infinitum.
All of this for a lousy one hundred and fifty-six bucks per annum!
Perilous patrols in the saddle in every sort of miserable condition:
Heat in the summer, freezing in the winter - a never-ending perdition!
Weary, saddle sore, ever heedful to the commands of their "sarge".
Ever alert to the bugler's clarion call, " To Horse! Charge!"
At the end of the month they collect their meager pay.
Most repairing to the local "hog ranch" just down the way,
To enjoy the delights of a "soiled dove", gamble, drink and fight,
Later to be confined in the guardhouse feeling mighty contrite!
These stalwart men ensured that Manifest Destiny was carried out,
Enduring untold hardships and protecting the treacherous route.
Many paid the ultimate price and lie in a desolate, lonely grave.
Soldiers who our horizons expanded and whose lives they freely gave.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
heedful, cowboy-western
Form:
Rhyme
Its bending around my brain
And constricting around my heart
I don't know what I'm supposed to feel
What comes after this part?
I feel locked up and shut down
My body moving on its own
I don't see anyone around
These darkened and heedful moans
Where do I go
When I cant even see
I really need a light
To try and find me
So here I sit
Trapped and forever lost
Maybe one day
I'm willing to pay the cost
Because its worth more
To be right over there
Knowing what I'm doing
And knowing that I care.
Categories:
heedful, angst
Form:
*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.
Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative
Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities, caught in stained oblique ocular whites. Drunken sanguineous veins to gluttony as impish tinkers sporadic doubts riveting telltale images. Metallic aerials ousted the clouds to unperceived iniquity.
Exhausting times since the alien armada infested Earth in a furrow of carnage. Abominable hordes disembarked, eviscerated whole metropolises. Hideous beings, an abysmal sight, smothered the remote vestiges of our civilized world. Cities ere their decimation had numbers reduced in fleeing desperation. The annihilation of life on Earth engrossed thoughts upon the scraps of humanity left. Ravenous creatures generating utter rampage to and abroad, slighting none to decay. Be they mortals or breathing existences of our lesser kingdom, perished in the bloodletting. Some kept as breeders for the succession of consuming time.
A cohort strung of plain folks, thrust as one in a nameless realm, sought ephemeral refuge in a subterranean hollow expanse. Bestill for the scarcity of fragile credence as the intrepid one, espy a grotesque glistening of crimson blood, secreting from the sheathed hoariness of fangs. Sentient rouses heedful footfalls per monstrosity exposed jawbone, that swapped shrill for snorts, neath laden eyes that had shrewdly scowling luminous orbs. Creepy anvils pierced hairline, afeared incus, sensitively measures close octaves, spurs the labyrinth's nerves. Alas, its vulgar pelt of bulky fur stretch hither and fro, bars clamors reach.
Cavernous chambered partitions mimic as trepidation ebbs nevertheless. Unceasing progress to that bemused destiny, as anonymous atrocities, plague each within their shells, e'er crucifying the last semblance of their true selves. Ardent impulses seeping via their lithe ruby channels, crossing neath the bits of their betraying skins, as they escape the nebulous sepulchral. Beasts at 6 o'clock, tho' what unknown lurks yon pits facade, save a future yet to be titled.
2021 May 12
Categories:
heedful, dark, death, earth, scary,
Form:
Narrative
A dream bestowing an unimaginable dream
Is far beyond my imagination
My dream cradles another form of creativity
Freedom leads me out of troublesome society
My dream bestowed another shard of vision
It was far beyond my reality
Our dream’s purposes will soon be fulfilled
Freedom grants us tokens for two to search us out of trouble
What if we took that getaway route?
Would we lose a grip of reality or a segment of dreams?
Don’t change your ways—you’re destined to have what you wish
Reach out to snatch a sense of destination
Confirmation has no reason to prefigure our dazzling palace
A stunning dream mirrors in our delightful requests
Marveled by the view of true ecstasy or eternal turmoil
What if we look beyond realization?
Would it open up the pathway to troubled reality?
Look beyond our heedful dreams and your canvas of articulation
Walk with me to a pathway that allows our dreams to become a reality
Look down to perceive another dimension—outlying from the Earth’s alienated nations
There you’ll find a dream drawing us into another atypical dream—we are lucky enough we had our freedom tokens in your “lucky” bag
If we didn’t have them with us, where would we be?
Far, far beyond our unknown adventure
Our dream meddles with our restive reality
Freedom has taken its toll into existence
A dream bestowing a dream
Is, in reality, beyond measure!
Categories:
heedful, adventure, allegory, dedication, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Akin to a journalist (hoofing
NOT huffing on the beat)
heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat
me, asper caveats help me set sights
tacking within parameters of lawfulness,
when questing without sparking browbeat
upon my person, or worse...proceeding toward
said abstract destination until...
impossible mission complete
for verity from figurative horse's
mouth without defeat
dogging this astute brute, destitute, flute glute
hirste human institute irresolute
kickstarting little feet
essentially persevering acquiring,
amassing, and adducing
for instance enlightening
fierce interest how greet
American foreign policy
provokes bristling heat
particularly sinking cerebral teeth
into tomes written by Jeffrey Sachs
(one of the world's leading experts on
economic development,
and the fight against poverty) racks
up with unassuming dignity, grace, integrity,
and prestige in my book -
for birds that quacks
without question, his expertise packs
a punch (Judy be careful),
he earns accolade to the max
factor, and rightly so, asper one of the world's
leading experts on economic development, and lax
global fight against poverty,
yet also in mine reading material canon includes:
TIME Magazine, The Nation, and now imagine klax
on (trumpeting) for Mother Jones, a six month
subscription bringing to alight me to do jumping jacks
(no doubt you remember those vigorous movements),
but tactics to expand learning I put in Italics
if only to maintain alternate rhyming pattern,
which tenebrous, superfluous,
and ridiculous poetic hacks
meant add a little playfulness,
solely intending to bloom forth
with illusory "NOT FAKE) flax
seeding, an ongoing inquisitiveness maybe last
ting influence to ferret out
off the beaten track less broadcast
revelations, since this apt cast
off firmly believes the educated people denied
knowing how government (namely
military industrial complex) past
(and of course present) involvement blast
ting away innocent lives, and/or funding
subversive activity most likely fast
intervening across the real world wide web
to coerce, force, and source vast
suppression jeopardizing United States economy.
Categories:
heedful, addiction, adventure, anger, care,
Form:
Free verse
There are muggers, who haunt the night
And hide as foe, away from sight
Then appear from dark giving fright
And with flick knives, threaten to fight
I don’t carry a lot of cash
I’m aware to avoid a lash
And I’m always prepared to dash
The filth who deal, peddle bad stuff
Which makes you puke after a puff
They are the trash that make it tough
Even straw dogs, they think it rough
High and wasted and filled with doubt
Slow suicide’s the worst way out
An existence in endless drought
My friends they hide in shame of me
The back of heads is all I see
And deaf are all unto my plea
For ear or help, they turn and flee
On the pillow landed a dove
As crack cocaine stole my dear love
A knife of lost in me it shove
Stay calm and quiet, give no one trust
A hidden heart a heedful must
Invite not love accept all lust
Accept unfair and the unjust
I don’t use no condoms for sex
Nor go clinics for the health checks
Though I swap one night to the next
Categories:
heedful, people
Form:
She owns the delicacy of a human touch
She can be the spice to a foodless lunch
She has a silence to make a man hear a threat
She is curvy even when she stands up straight
She has a smile that melts a man in the cold
She has eyes that beam even when they are closed
She can cuddle a giant and make him hairless
She can blow a kiss and leave a man breathless
She has the swag of a lioness in the woods
She has a roar the makes the world heedful
She can turn a house into a home with her presence
She knows from her womb the meaning of existence
Categories:
heedful, angel, family, for her,
Form:
Rhyme
Age
A message
Comes to us-
As we receive
We must read it
Properly and progressively
Let us be heedful
To its nuances
Let us get rid
Of expected nuisances
As days pass on
We grow on
As we get old
Many will unfold
We must find
The thing to be found
As we dwell
We must get well
Our present
Must be met
Our past
Should not be
Our future
Age
A message
It should convert
Into a literature
Categories:
heedful, age, , literature,
Form:
Free verse