Best Hiatus Poems
Today, the sun shone brightly over our shores.
Peering over the forest and meeting the cores
We share fundamental truths across the waterways.
across the grasslands, then onto the Himalayas.
Past somatic feelings are cognitively preserved.
Spirit is the natural extension of cognition.
Spirit and mind foresee the body, the spirit swerved.
Together, the mind and body create resolution.
The universe's sound is centered around silence.
A quiet that gives rise to that sound—its essence
Silence increases, dilates, expands, and evolves.
It's able to watch the blooming of other carves.
It is as copernican as the light we pass through.
Pedagogical schools have the same faint glow.
Solving math, questioning the past, or visual atom.
"I have a dream," I was told, to be in a ruling stratum.
Our lives connect us to grains and corncobs.
warmed by miners and dry wind turbine jobs.
Sugarcane is used to acquire paper and rubber.
My father's hands were swollen from scrubber.
Our biggest mistake was playing the drama alone.
as if life were a subtle crime without atone.
Denying respect is feeling neglected in a cage.
Shouts were buried by choruses, width, and rage.
Let the beat off your loneliness and start talking.
Your warmth tends to compile the kettle singing.
The world's fauna and birds are plainly unique.
Your life is ready and waiting for its peak.
Written: December 29, 2022
I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn
O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Winter’s depth
Yet you could not say
On any day
That your heart held any breadth
For me or my breathlessness or my cares
Or my happy days or my joys
You measured me
By another tree
That splintered
And left you forlorn
And you hoped for naught
So, your ropes were caught
In the tree
Like a kite in a storm.
O, there’s always a reason
Why loving fails
And makes a person go
And your wordlessness
Made me blow out my breath
And prefer a sensible life
To death
And go out to watch the snow.
Life keeps going to find his purpose
he strolls across verdant plains and trudges up the hills
sometimes dejection follows rejection and distress
darkness engulfs
and something spooky emerges
looming large to form something horrid…
a hideous hunchbacked hiatus.
Life slows down…wary of the
impending hindrances for his progress
and there is a temporary pause.
This hideous hiatus distracts him, traps his mind,
capable of taking any form…like
alarming anxiety… about denial and failure
gloomy grief… at the loss of a loved one
frantic fear… of loneliness and uncertainty
abominable anger… that cannot be controlled
pernicious pride… without the grace of humility
disgusting jealousy… of others’ success
dreary vacuity… that fills the desperate mind
…it keeps hovering around on and off
in many more such formless forms
Yet something prompts Life to try to move.
He musters courage and proceeds further
as he imbibes wisdom
from little things he sees
in nature
in his day-to-day life…like:
A fertile green land in a vast sandy desert
Tiny seeds that spurt to grow
into young new seedlings
The gleaming full moon
spreading soft light
upon dreadful paths at midnight
A toddler who tries to get up
and walk with wobbly steps
in spite of falling down many times
A ladder in which
hope takes her first step
in its rungs
and ascends to new heights
overcoming obstacles
The dots of a rangoli
that would never let
the motifs of our thoughts waver
imparting spiritual insights into life
A pure white dove
sitting with its pair
a sign of hope
of finding a lost love.
As hope follows every form of hiatus
like buds finding way to bloom
at every trench of rocky soil
Life advances on and on…
Winter comes, be numb
Cold chaos, long hiatus
Hidden from the sun
This year I took a hiatus from life, going on trips and seeing groups I love.
Spring is coming, Easter will be here real soon. Now for Lent what do I give up, 40 days and 40 nights to come. This year I have sacrificed, a year of 365 days and 365 nights. Much more than 40 days and 40 nights required, this year my Lent has been paid in full.
Date Written:2/20/2021
4 Place
Hiatus Contest Judged:2/23/2021 Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I usually trust easily
In consonance with my faith
I believe what I do not know
Listening for you to tell me go
Over the fence of ignorance
She was one country
I should not enter blind
Yet waiting indeterminate
Must also be a proof of faith
If Jane carries heavy bags
She feels sharp pain
Whether she sits up
Or laying in bed
Heaviness she feels
A rock on her chest
This is called a Hiatus
hernia
In time it gets worse
It'll be hard to breeze
That is when relief is
found
Surgery is done
So until that time comes
Jane has to wait
For the surgery
To relieve her pain
(Note: I am going on a journey to Yunnan, China
from May 18 to 28 -- to explore the wonders there.
My poetry posting will resume when I come back.)
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This tour trip
Special iterinary;
Yunnan beckons
Journey into
Mysterious realms;
Places in time
China gateway
Manifold possibilities;
Fragrant surprises
Here we go again,
My sweetheart and I;
Cheer enters sweetly
Spring time
Old China moments;
Modern settings
Lovely momento
Fleeting scenes;
Formal entrance
Wonder awaits
Our wandering;
China expose
As we leave
For the airport;
Thoughts of home
This hiatus
From ordinary days;
So much to pack
Hiatus like escape
Forfeits daily routines;
Holiday diversion toil
Hiatus from posting
No online e-poetry;
Just words on paper
On the road tour
Good writes will come;
Ink stains on parchment
Till then my friends
"Thank you. Be well. God bless."
More poetry 11 days forth!
Silk Air flight
Sunday wee hours;
Off we go then
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2014
Singapore
Against pressures of daily demands
my physique yields to debilitating energy...
…thus, I admit need for invigoration
to relax with serenity’s bliss, nestling in God’s strength
cuddled by His wondrous pampering presence
while rejuvenated through reverberating Gospel music
filling my haven’s retreat-room
securing me complete rest toward functionality's brace.
Amidst rigors of ministerial endeavours
my spirit grows weary in striving well...
…hence, I succumb to divine refreshing offers
as the Lord invites me for a sweet respite in His bosom
to meditate His wondrous Word: illumining, comforting, upholding
paving for assured revival and thank-propped joy
He grants by our vibrant fellowship together at His altar of grace
enclosing me --- toward a sublime hiatus of heavenly moments.
Along burdensome battles for triumphant faith
my human nature gives in to fleshly cravings
and soul concedes to worldly conquest dominated by pride…
...so I confess falling into temptation, weak and drained
oh, earnestly begging for God’s sanctifying forgiveness
as well as empowering mercy for holiness’ pursuits
available whenever I abide in Christ*
Who provides hiatus haven for recovery and sound well-being.
*Psalm 91:1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
February 10, 2021
3rd place, "Your best free verse so far this year" Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 5/25/2021.
Of those that I knew
Was certain it would be you
Who I loved so true.
What a way to be
Close together you and me
And we both agree.
When we took a trip
Which was on a sailing ship
Hearts a beat did skip.
Day turned out real great
Go again can hardly wait;
You will be my mate.
When we reached the end
Which is where we did intend
Cards to friends will send.
Happy we had been;
Gladly will do it again;
Tanned was sun-soaked skin.
Combined Haiku
Fourty six years since our lives collided,
on sand swept paths, mostly sunny, some blighted.
I was taking a hiatus from men.
You came to rent a room in my heart.
It wasn't open back then.
A struggling, single mom with a young son.
There wasn't much space for any other one.
I worked evenings and some times slept in.
You showed up unexpectedly, a stranger, not kin.
He was in his pj's with Tenie's unlaced,
opened our front door to your unknown face.
My son, my protector, all of three feet high,
inquisitively asked, "are you a bad guy?"
Fourty six years later, this still brings a smile.
He opened our door to so much more which
made this life worth while.
Handling hoards of patient everyday
Each depressed ,fearing death
Asking same questions
Colleagues dying, patients dying
Death lurking in the corner
Not sure of own fate
A hectic schedule since more than a year
Physically tired, mentally exhausted
It is not easy still they continue to serve
Full time PPE, mask on
Handling patients with patience
Working selflessly, sincerely without hiatus
Think about them.
Their physical and emotional state.
Be empathic
Follow social distancing,
Wear mask, sanitize hands
Don't go out until required
If all take precautions covid will end!
Then happily we can take a hiatus
A much needed vacation!
7th February 2021
Written for Hiatus Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 1st
Thought cessation, welcome interruption
The zone of polarity rotation
Quietude the door, allowing Gods grace
On stretching stillness, at an easy pace
Long thought hiatus, our meditation
We are empowered for co-creation
Our intent colours manifestation
Path simple, so let us cut to the chase
Thought cessation
Lower mind resting, births revelation
Within sphere of our active cognition
We feel divine love within, face to face
Bliss magnetism ignites, our inner space
Needless striving shifts to celebration
Thought cessation
27-January-2021
Hiatus poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).
Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous mound
terse reply hopefully adequately sound
to convincingly doth explain
absent poet buried alive underground,
perhaps never heard and/or found
till 1-800 GOT JUNK uncovered
emaciated (lovely bones)
formerly Matthew Scott Harris
his remnants discovered
visa vis mastercard bloodhound.
No need to fret
(while guitar gently weeps),
just talk to who barkeeps
works long late hours, he oversleeps
thus best track him down,
without uttering peeps
please find out if he knows
anybody reliably housekeeps
maybe lady luck will
thru think magical realism
deliver sophisticated robot
harkening within outer limits
from twilight zone
hookin get the job done
in one fell swoop sweeps.
Meanwhile yours truly
tries to remain upbeat
despite being royally tricked
upon pledging his troth
haint cool wedded bliss
heavily perspiring courtesy ultraheat
smellbound by malodorous laundry
necessitating heavy amount
of clorox to pretreat
which I rather drink,
(and thank president Trump)
for sakes Pete!
Though the misses upholds
voluntarily cooking as wifely role indeed
worth commendable attention,
I do concede
and doth adequately buzzfeed
her hubby lest he
wither away to lovely bones
(well past due date
late to avoid
above mentioned outcome,
his (mine) corporeal
being well nigh freed,
thus complaint regarding
spindleshanks solved no knead
to strain skinny ankle muscles
and maintain self promise
holy matrimony, cuz
aye know weed
never remain married forever
as initially agreed.
Fickle finger of fate
hath spoken thru smelly
potential Superfund site
perhaps... not amazing how heaping pile
of unwashed laundry can create
ecological hazard, that warrants B44
one bedroom apartment condemned
management understandably irate
to withhold security deposit
nearly four years at Highland Manor
now ready for model
domestic counterpart to debate
with her better angels where to relocate.
In my days of wonder
War was just a concept
Peace was like a shadow
Creeping on my lawn
Love was like a fire
On a sleepy morning
When the snow is falling
Tapping at my door
In my youth I loved him
Like I loved the Springtime
Flowers in the sunshine
Pebbles on the shore
He was sad but gentle
Like a weeping willow
Teardrops on my pillow
Meadowlarks at dawn
He began to tell me
Of his love for Autumn
Leaves like golden rainbows
Splashing in the sun
We were fond of breezes
Shadows in the desert
Crystal lakes on mountains
Dollars in the sand
In this time of loving
Winds of war were rising
Like a cyclone sweeping
Everything in sight
Still we never noticed
When we were together
Anything more frightful
Than a fairy tale
In our fields of clover
Honeybees were buzzing
Clouds were gently marching
In a light brigade
Like the trees in winter
Shed of summer foliage
Sorrow came to find us
Knocking at our door
For the sake of duty
And misguided notions
Peaceable devotions
Took my love away
In his gentle meekness
Love is my hiatus
Amber waves of sunshine
Reap a scarlet sky.
Dated: February 8, 2021