Best Incarnate Poems
Angels are unable to handle
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.
Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where flesh eating insects
devour my motionless corpse.
Yet, I'm a victim of my own demise,
stranded upon sand dunes,
as a martyr for sacrificial offerings
cursing my selfless 'lighthouse' conduct,
guiding lost ships through tormenting storms.
In fading light,
I'm shivering, lips quivering,
resembling a solitary ancient oak tree,
with black, bitter bark, freezing,
despite June's sunshine blazing.
My once golden roots, now sour, weaken,
crumbling under hardened, heated clay.
My 'Frida Kahlo' soul
resembles a weary traveller,
craving for manifestations of rain.
Dehydrated in darkness,
an orchestra of demons,
lurk behind misty shadows.
Epitomized incarnate images
of Satanic messengers,
stalking in echoes of self - slaughter.
Impersonating chivalrous comrades,
seducing the sanity of
my 'Oscar Wilde' mind.
These 'Van Gogh' eyes
exhausted from existence
are a shroud of obsidian mystery.
An embodiment of emotions,
feeling pain scorch in deep crimson stains,
eternally engraved like an unwanted tattoo -
yet they remind me.... I'm still alive
but I know there is beauty in death.
Categories:
incarnate, angst, dark, pain,
Form:
Free verse
On indigo oceans and emerald seas
by arctic wind and tropical breeze
in valleys forgotten amongst ancient trees
the essence of magic is bourne among these.
Much knowledge is found in the eyes of a doe
the rabbit who senses the way the winds blow
uncanny, the wit, of the common black crow
the flora and fauna, much do they know.
Mankind, so proud of being supreme
but things are quite often not what they seem
much can be learned from river and stream
and many a truth can be found in a dream.
Categories:
incarnate, life, mystery, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind,
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead their lattice captures my yearning.
The sculpted window panes of the hazel eyes unclosed,
flutter like the flamboyant wings of beguiled butterfly.
Onyx eyelashes line the lissome lids of the eyes,
shelter the dreams in the seamless sapphire sea,
The lilac patina of the luscious lips pursed lissome,
embraces the entrapped silence of latent longing,
carve on your face the contours of cute enticement,
rippling on the pristine petals of florid smile I see frozen.
The resplendent supple cheeks subtly caressed
by the serenading zephyr suffused with vermillion blush,
incandescent in the aurora of the sunburst sequined sky,
I engrave in my enthralled heart your inimitable image.
There I see you glide like a fascinating indigo fairy,
draped in the mesmeric trance of sapphire splendor.
I strive to fathom the profundity of your demure dimension
in the oceanic depth of infinite mystery of opulent charisma.
Soaking the charming shades of your sensuous elegance,
I reach the enchanted edge of expansive imagination,
where in the craving chromatic canvas of my halcyon heart,
in hues of possessed passion I see you as beauty incarnate.
Categories:
incarnate, analogy, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
In the cycle of lives, in the wheel of fate,
We tread our paths, our deeds dictate,
For in Hindu belief, karma reigns supreme,
Guiding our souls like a timeless stream.
Incarnate souls, in myriad forms,
From human realms to animal norms,
Each birth a step, a karmic dance,
A chance to learn, to evolve, to advance.
Perhaps I'll be born a cow in India's embrace,
Where reverence and freedom find their place,
To roam the streets, untouchable, revered,
In service to humanity, no shadow feared.
Or maybe a monkey, agile and free,
In lands where trees whisper secrets to me,
To frolic and play, with food in hand,
A life of joy in nature's grandstand.
Yet amidst these choices, a deeper call,
To devote my karma, to stand tall,
To help my fellow beings in need,
To nurture the earth, to plant the seed.
For in this devotion, in this selfless deed,
Lies the path to Nirvana, the soul's true need,
To transcend the cycle, the incarnate plight,
And merge with the divine, in eternal light.
Categories:
incarnate, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
I know well that I have lost my track.
I have gone astray from my God, all goodness incarnate.
Searching Him, lonely and longingly I stray,
To place Him not in a shrine, but in my very innards.
In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To offer my hand with childlike faith
To the one who is forgiveness incarnate
So long I have been running away from Him
Taking devious turns, fleeing from His presence
Now I discern, like a hound He has been after me.
Through shadowed tunnels, He was following me.
That’s why now I can see Him through the mist.
In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To seek shade under the safety of all strength incarnate
And to sup on His love that serves as balm.
Madly once I ran struggling to keep pace
With the spinning world moving very fast,
To catch up at the illusory pleasures.
Now my mind languishes in the prison of my own make,
And wearily I trudge through valleys dark,
With burdens heavy on my drooping shoulders.
In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To hear His whispered words in deep quietude
To calm my fears and to be filled with hope
To feel His presence and to see Him close
To hold His hand and to be led by Him
To be held close like a babe to its mother
To seek comfort, to find rest and to feel blest.
Until I merge with my God, all goodness Incarnate,
My soul will never be at peace. Oh Lord, hold me close!
Categories:
incarnate, angst, god, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Christ, avatar.
One Christmas star
Cosmos ajar.
Life dusts disperse.
A child of God
Like trees in sod.
All on Earth laud.
One universe.
December 8, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: DESIDERATA
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NOTE: av·a·tar
'av??tär/
noun
1. 1.
HINDUISM
a manifestation of a deity or released soul in bodily form on earth; an incarnate divine teacher.
Categories:
incarnate, child, christian, hindi, nature,
Form:
Verse
Mary I reigned over the land
her approval was in demand.
Yet it's quite odd
that she was a fraud.
Too bad she wasn't entombed in sand.
Categories:
incarnate, evil,
Form:
Limerick
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails
Categories:
incarnate, death, depression, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent spadeful, I would violate the earth
and lay it quivering upon its virgin breast?
Show me that tentative, exploring light
that your own grace imparts,
that gift you have of offering faint pictures
of the gods you see...
of leaving finger trails upon my body,
indelible, effable.
With your spirit, write the words
upon a spirit slate that time will not corrupt,
for with you who are my mirrored flesh and breath
united, I may now descry,
my mother, daughter, illuminator
of Almighty God.
~
Categories:
incarnate, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
It was a spark that lit the freedom path!
Young boys and girls broke out in wrath!
They wrote on walls what once was a dream.
“People want to overthrow this rotten regime”
Soon the police captured these tiny creatures,
And put them through all sorts of tortures
Their folks condemned their brutal cruelty.
And hit the streets demanding justice and equity.
Instead, police and troops fired with all disdain.
They shot them with bullets like torrential rain!
It was a horrible sight in a series of war crimes!
Assad has been committing a million times!!
For six long years he’s left no stone unturned!
He’s used all weapons, permitted and banned!
Bullets, rockets, barrels and chemical gases.
Syrians still wonder, “where are the masses?”
“Why don’t they raise a finger to help us?”
“Are they busy capitalizing on our loss?”
They hear a voice coming from far,
Saying something they find bizarre,
“Human rights and UN organizations,
Have all been lies and fabrications.”
27/4/2017
Categories:
incarnate, angst, peace, racism, rain,
Form:
Verse
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails
Categories:
incarnate, death, depression, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
The spider
whose web I've been
crashing at
is getting kind of
sick of me.
I guess it's about
time I strike
out on my own, and see
what I can
make of myself.
I stepped onto
the sidewalk,
and wouldn't you
know it, there
she was;
Adorned by fluffy green
earmuffs
and gaudily over-sized
plush boots,
she was a low-fat
dessert for the eyes,
a paradox for the soul's
deciphering probe to
jab against.
Perhaps she was
the very realization
of my pewter daydreams
molded by tepid steam
from makeshift
ovaries.
Categories:
incarnate, first love,
Form:
Romanticism
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails
Categories:
incarnate, death, depression, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails
Categories:
incarnate, death, depression, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
My timely death
What could it be?
Has fate predicted
The end of me?
I'm not clairvoyant
I cannot see.
Why must it end
So suddenly?
Why not undo life
Gradually?
Climb this great mountain
Reach for the top.
I'm not discouraged.
The day I drop
I'll simply return
And keep on this climb.
This is my reason
This is my rhyme.
Death on horizon
But not death of me.
I have one goal
One destiny.
As I rid my body of the world.
And bathe my soul in Light unfurled.
Now it's time I step in stride.
For now I see my path, my Guide.
Who leads me up the mountain,
Where I drink from the fountain.
Of His pure Love for me.
Now I rest for now I'm free.
Categories:
incarnate, allegory
Form:
Couplet