Best Impulsed Poems
Beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
lamenting, veneration, muse divine
weakness of mind, love is my illusion
incidental rendezvous, delusion?
my dear, recall our ten idyllic hours
smelt the perfumed air of country flowers
bright your aura, impulsed a dark desire
breathtaking, you captivate and inspire
empath, know me, from marrow to the bone
blue bells hear the daisies whisper, atone
solemn moon, rheumy eyes, opalescent
spectre do tarry with me, you present?
extinguished, I blew out your mortal flame
my unnatural desires were to blame
sleep beauty, keeper of secrets, divine
beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
Placed First with thanks
Dated: 31/07/2019
Theme: My dear
Sponsor: Lu Loo
10 Words: weeping willow, supine, lamenting, veneration, weakness, ten, idyllic, aura, empath, incidental
Categories:
impulsed, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
Our passion is stillness, entwined with oneness
Moment to moment, all moments so entwined
Vibrancy of thought rested energised silence
Embracing and releasing flow of life with joy
Transfixed in bliss borne of divine magnetism
Bringing to life hitherto dormant nerve centres
All dancing in unison to the music of the spheres
~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void
Our passion is stillness, in vibrancy of blissfulness
Sans ego craving, hollowed out form, a love mist
Simply present as a receptor of energy sublime
Imbibed by soul and reflected by mind-body
Vaporised self impulsed by resonation of bliss
Celebrating aliveness propelled by God’s breath
At play both within and around our expanding aura
~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void
24-May-2022
Your Passion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
impulsed, god, joy, passion,
Form:
Free verse
For the Moon ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun
That, alone, impulsed me to look up into its imperfect beauty
We were alone-- different-- but always surrounded
The Moon in her dark entity
While I in my airless field
There were many nights I spent with the Moon
Some were clear
Others were starless and cloudy
Nonetheless I loved that iridescent figure I could ne'er reach
I smiled upon her cratered beauty
And the eccentrics of her pale-gray heart
Though her Siren calls taunted my dreams
The Moon would be full
But it was all an illusion
For when I ran to her --open arms--
She became quarterly, and finally half
The Moon, I could ne'er hold as my own
So I, as Wind, blew elsewhere onto the Earth
Though she still smiles at me invitingly
I try to look away, for there is no atmosphere where she resides
But I must admit, the Moon and me --we dance occasionally
For, as Wind --I am ne'er seen
And as for the Moon?
She ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun
4/29/2010
Categories:
impulsed, dedicationme, beauty, beauty, me,
Form:
Personification
I think all poets
know the refrain:
“May he rest in peace...”
The blessed phrase,
Known to every card
writer; to every jingle
reciter – even Clay, the
Fighter, quite The Poet,
feared no man's blow when
impulsed to show it.
And more serious poets,
the bulk of our many, ponder
through night after restless
night, the heartfelt subjects of
world peace and world blight;
tossing and turning, minds
flexing and burning...
upon one dear
poet's funeral – the last dirt-pile
shoveled – ground neatly patted,
nearly leveled; following the priest's
eloquent benediction of Word,
a poet's wife's mutter was clearly heard:
her eyes quite red, darkened as if applied
circles of black lithium grease “Now, perhaps,
finally!~I can Rest In Peace....”
Categories:
impulsed, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Dipping in and out of spectrum of light,
which vibration should we prioritise,
given all heart seeks is heightened delight,
whilst mind is prone to weigh, measure and size?
Befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
sans thought flow, ego cravings too recede
and no longer by illusions decoyed,
light of Self manifests, taking the lead.
Divine entwined, now aligned with God’s mind,
benign bliss burns reshape our body urn
transforming us to be loving and kind,
reclaiming soul’s light as we slowly learn.
Life as impulsed will play out in space-time
but we’re enraptured by love’s sublime chime.
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
“In ignorance we imagine we’re the doer ~
As yet entertaining delusions of grandeur”
~ quote by poet
Each heartbeat’s impulsed by God
but strangely yet we’re not awed,
taking this gift for granted;
by our daydreams, enchanted.
The thoughts we think, in a blink
occurs solely since we link
our soul with the universe,
that patterns our rhythmic verse.
There’s nothing that we control
but we can choose to patrol
thoughts that arise and subside,
using conscience as our guide.
Mindful eye, ever alert,
in staid silence does invert
polarity of presence;
one with God’s omnipresence.
What’s silence but surrender,
trusting life’s wondrous splendour,
to enable body-mind
leaving volition behind?
With thoughts rested, ego dies,
whereupon we touch new highs,
propelled by bliss magnetism,
enlivening body prism.
Ego’s our identity,
that scars soul’s serenity
and surrender is the cure,
that soul’s ascent does ensure.
Choosing thus to step aside,
free from fear, we wingless glide,
being to become the flame,
that may be assigned no name.
08-April-2023
___________
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju
premonition, deja vu and clairvoyance reveal
that life as unveiled has already occurred
impulsed by soul in the ethereal domain
there then being only limited free will
being response to life as it unfolds
where if we be tranquil and acceptant
nothing at all need be done for all is well
recognising that this life is but a lucid dream
and time itself is an illusion replaying vibrations
already created but played out in slow motion
solely for our heart's delight and soul growth
which we have ourselves so chosen to feel
resolving conflicts in the cauldron of love
in time transcended blissful stillness
29-November-2022
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Nubbly encompassing branches
Dapple of forbearing tree
witnesses frivolous dances
peach blossom nymphs frolick free
Inherited ease obtained
Velvet falls into their hands
Devouring flesh unashamed
Father distributes fruit
Caressed by shade made moss
Nymphs negotiate quilted kingdom
Arrested in laughter trust begot
Dragonfly winged ubiquitous
Nurturing dealt without reprimand
Grants gravity exodus equality
Bellyful relish of everyday romance
Father distributes fruit
Sprites lavishly ravage sweet nectar
Shared by impulsed limbs' entangle
Lush harvest spurs tension's surrendour
Liberated curvaceous angels
Spiral smooth winding symmetry
Born as blank slate, tender bud
Naked soul knows no heirachy
Father distributes fruit
Written 16th July 2020
Submitted for Chantelle Anne Cooke 's
Most Meaningful Previous NA
Categories:
impulsed, analogy, appreciation, blessing, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
dressing, undressing as fate ordains
we walk through life as already impulsed
bliss magnetism cleanses soul’s feral stains
there’s nothing we seek, nothing to be repulsed
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
let’s say it like it is
no one else can feel
zing of bliss magnetism
that imparts zest and zeal
alone in midst of many
we share but none can pair
rapture within that rises
of consciousness self-aware
life as impulsed unfolds
we play our role as ordained
yet from fears and desires
soul’s been long since unchained
we see through subterfuge
with a kindly eye
within each form we see
God’s presence draw nigh
vibrant in aloneness
as we are breathed day and night
boundaries blur, clear light dawns
betwixt bliss beat’s delight
both immanent and transcendent
encased in feeble form
how may we delineate
our heart’s toroidal storm
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
“There is no substance whatever which is by nature unlimited. There is no substance whatever which is of the nature of Reality. The very Self is the supreme Truth. There is neither injury nor non injury in It.”
all that is manifest, has a beginning and an end
unreal, a bubble of illusion, a thought projection
puppeteer unknown but puppets wish to ascend
therefore all spiritual practices require rejection
mind propels thought, impulsed by heart’s desire
so heart is where the ultimate truth may be found
at our core therein, ego is vaporised in a bliss fire
consciousness expands, we are no longer bound
presence discovers itself as an eternal living light
at peace, our formless awareness feels complete
possessing full freedom it’s radiance is pure white
suffused with God’s love, pulsating in bliss delight
mind cannot know the truth but soul can become
it is a metamorphosis, a complete transmutation
one with existence, we meld with the cosmic hum
bilocating thus breath by breath is our meditation
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Slipping into silence, invoking grace,
feeling within hum of bliss magnetism,
flowing in mode of release and embrace,
rapture divine suffuses body prism.
Destiny impulsed continues to flow,
without any involvement on our part,
for we’re in the boat God Himself does row,
centred in prayer at peace in our heart.
That life’s a dream, to us has been revealed,
so there is no cause to engage in strife,
more so when mind, body and soul are healed,
awash in light of Self, fully bliss rife.
God’s sacred fire glows in mind-body urn,
wherein all we do is willingly burn.
Categories:
impulsed, joy, life, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
life as impulsed in the ethereal domain
now plays out for us in linear time
to maintain element of surprise
our memory stands erased
instinct, discernment and finally silence
represent octaves of awareness
the ladder marking ascent
of our astonished soul
yet awareness bereft of love is barren
so we slow down pulse of silence
and set up soul’s intent wave
to merge in heart of God
Categories:
impulsed, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Knowing life has been already impulsed
We embrace and release both joy and pain
There are in truth no foes to be repulsed
Touch gentle, is free from blemish and stain
Mind-body unless ensouled is but dust
We know our organic form will decay
Why for then do we nurture thoughts of lust
Law of cause and effect will make us pay
Feeding not dark desires, our false self dies
There is no regret, for it never was
Our unshackled soul then flies to new highs
We are living light and God is the cause
Exhuming then, cravings of lower mind ~
Whilst immanent we transcend ego’s bind
29-May-2023
Categories:
impulsed, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Resting in our natural state,
as both feeble form and vast space,
mood and mode, release and embrace,
we watch thought forms rise and abate,
soon doomed to die, for that’s their fate,
doing nothing steps we retrace,
back to heart where boons of God’s grace,
bestow bliss as our soul’s true trait.
Life as impulsed still continues
but now in this dream we’re awake,
at ease in this world’s shifting hues,
in time stretched peace, calm like a lake.
With light of Self to us revealed,
no secrets are from us concealed.
Categories:
impulsed, peace, self, spiritual,
Form:
Hybronnet