Best Innately Poems
i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up or down
yet they never vary in their species
the sun rises in the East
the full moon is gravid with romance
birds innately build nests without a blueprint
nary a lesson, born with their own song
all of these things point to a natural order
of what is and meant to be
that which is tried and true
what has worked thru the ages
what most of all endures
when i am holding you
my arms feel filled beyond measure
everything in this world is where it belongs
i love you because i belong with you
as does the evening's song to the nightingale
come morning the lark's duty to sing dawns' glory
the roosters claim upon the rising sun
a mockingbird's mating call fills the darkness
i see the natural order that surrounds my life
i never feel a reason to wonder why
you belong with me and i with you
the Earth and Moon, lip to lip
in a celestial dance, lost in each others' gaze
insouciant to a surrounding universe
it is said that if you never had a question
you will never need an answer
and when i look into your eyes
i never see a why i see every reason
of why i love you
9/18 Kismet
There's a love that's divine
and it's yours and it's mine like the sun
And at the end of the day
we should give thanks and pray
to the One, to the One
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there is no one else above you
written by Van Morrison
from the song
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You
A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A soul is innately adept at navigating the treacherous and tumultuous upheaval
created by conscious thought.
For if not.........
A soul becomes lost
A lost soul acts within a vessel ,yet remains unattached, unaware, and unbalanced
A lost soul can not process its own feelings, its own reality, its own existence
A lost soul has no sense of direction, no sense of reason, no sense of purpose
It clings only to the will to press onward
For if not............
A soul becomes trapped
A trapped soul is bound to its vessel. One entity caged within another.
A trapped soul dwells in circles on that which enslaves it. Unwilling, unable
A trapped soul withers, and weakens, and wonders.............and near its end it hopes
And in this hope the shackles that bind need be unbreakable
For if not..................
A soul becomes free
A free soul is independent of its vessel.Unrestricted, unencumbered and in control
A free soul molds that which lies before it, reaching beyond comprehension.
A free soul has found itself. It does not gain understanding, it is understanding. It
does not seek purpose, it is purpose. I does not fear life, It is life.
For if not...........
A soul becomes irrelevant
Mama held me close to her bosom
wouldn't let me go astray
she shook the cradle of civilization
and to her wayward offspring
she paid attention.
She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some
and tinted plenty with even more
for identification, as to whom they belonged.
While her purported gaze
stored us from mediocrity
she whispered silent pants
when our future's prowess
begun to shiver she remained astute.
Mana Africa! I call you by this name
You've nullified all bleak spectrum
situations bestowed on us
when frequent ill-health
pounded on our weary hearts
you trembled --never loss guard
We are forever indebted to your
unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity
Mana Africa!
your goodwill seizes not to elude
Capricious speeches we confer
as we orate about the trying times
The soundbites of your caresses will never
be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity
The best of we your “Adeptus Children”
have supplied the melatonin
from your sacred womb
and you have followed us with
love and self determination
as we have toiled on foreign soil
Then as we have been scattered
to the four corners;
Innately we have held on to our sanity.
Stayed in tuned to our intuition
as we have maintained circadian rhythms
and overcame enough, clinging to
our dignity in one hand and our
lives in the other, still to rise above.
Nana has taught us to endure
to be courageous, outrageously
courageous we have been.
even as we achieved
Our circadian rhythms were off beat.
Sacrifices only a mother would make
from the alchemy of adoration comes her love
self-determination is the water of her blood
and she the blood in our veins
the blood passed on...a mother’s blood...
Mana Africa
Ase’
A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,
but it's elusive spirit - always beyond our fingers' reach.
resentment, disappointment, heads thumped in anger,
each of us in a role, obligatory - never had a chance ...
oh, how I pleaded, many times, just to be your friend -
tears perishing in the stream of lost hope between us.
it is what it is, we are who we are, oil and water, thus.
still, you have always been my hero, there's no other,
the exemplar of character and integrity, innately kind,
talented, brilliant, hard-working, and always altruistic,
letting others, even friends, wittingly take advantage,
rather than risk a slight or argument ... or alienation.
goodness and decency were the edges of your sword,
a gallant knight, willing to lay his life for friend OR foe.
yet now my heart rends so for you, my dearest father,
armor rusting in the rain, sword blunted, halted steed.
and your faculties failing - that, the cruelest calamity ...
but still, you push to stand tall for your beloved queen,
and your squire is here, true, fain to shine your armor,
'til the bellman of Valhalla calls ... for it's most dear.
Comes and it goes, sometimes more than other
times when you don’t want it to be there for you
and it seems you‘re never destined to cover
the possessions you don’t need to but you go through
so much pain just to remain innately insane.
Today I thought I saw the zenith of my dreams,
foolish me, as if the blind man can attain
visions of evaporated rain shaped like raceme
still stained on my window left from morning’s tears.
Life hangs heavy on this half-lit horizon just beyond
the glass separating me from all that I’ve feared;
to turn all those small puddles into big ponds
containing something uncontaminated with doubt,
maybe those coming clouds can end this drought?
The scholars say man is innately good.
He just needs training to do what he should.
Education will his nature improve,
and most of his imperfections remove.
God is not needed to help man break through,
much knowledge, reason, and science will do.
No need for old-fashioned values at all.
Rid man of these which his freedom forestalls.
After a century and more of this scheme,
has man accomplished his lofty pipe dream?
Knowledge in all fields has greatly increased,
but man’s nature has not grown in the least.
Man has access to more information,
but humans are still less educated.
Science is making people live longer,
but mankind is not morally stronger.
Man has the many means technology lends,
but has abandoned the few noble ends.
He has more contents but less contentment,
much wealth does not his happiness augment
The schools produce men with heads but no hearts,
void of a conscience, but very book smart.
They rule our lives and make our laws,
determine our rights and decide our cause.
Lewis predicted how the scheme would end.
A few smart men to the peak will ascend,
with much power and greed within their breasts,
the many being ruled by men without chests.
On the day you wore my heart a flowering Hat
My mind's wall, dripped away liquid
sorrowful Content that
weighted innately
Inherently
My drenched gray feathers were sprayed speckles of sunlit
Orchestrated by your Poetic heart. You
You use your ink in Golding drops,
Wrote on my mind's
wall and it
forever
flowing all over me entireties, now am a fountain of poetic springs Drawn from Your streams
of Love and Hope
And so I say
Merci!
Soupers
Bountifully Beautiful, Cheerfully Caressing, Wonderfully Plentiful, Delightfully Grateful, Mindfully Relishing,
Delicately Tasteful, Heartfelt, Mind blowing,
Historical Appreciative, Congratulated
Facilitation, Lovingly and Lavishly,
Heavily Heavenly, heartily
Tenderly, poetically
ink dripping
comments, committed on, Me my write-ups, mind's wall, Showering Architectures, Exquisitely
Garnished on Me.
God Bless
You All .
From
My
Poetic
Heart
Gideon
On the day I became Me
My grateful heart goes
To You .
6/19/2020
Faith is purity shining in a newborn’s eyes,
the strong knowing rooted in their helplessness
that prevents any worries over dependency;
it's witnessing nature declare all light gone
just as it diligently places the morning sun;
watching animals innately attend to survival;
it's believing the never aging, familiar voice
that is ever alert within each human's chest;
and it's all one’s human reflexes often deny
while one’s spiritual senses feel-testify
an omnipotent Papa wove each soul's karma.
Oh! to be among trees, mindful of silent power
in mountains hallowed trails walked by Muir
snow still filling nature’s deep kept secret bower
breathe a bounty of sweet air clear and pure
the rush of streams in springs ever rapid plunge
music played to my footsteps beating drum
water dripping into the grounds wet sponge
snow melts as flowers start to thrive and thrum
he set about recording each feeling, plant and rock
tramped trails knowing there was hidden a clue
we roam the mountain as one of his unknown flock
interlace our souls in a weave that’s as old as it’s new
what words can be found dropped into this silence
when distraction is nothing more than a birds wing
no screens to scream about the daily violence
just lessons of earths sacred bounty worn like a ring
where your eyes meet what has lived serenity bound
falling trees that heard the soil cry with sympathy
decays gift of life as the circle comes to meet around
aligned in time to hear its own life of pure symmetry
caught in a fast web of our own handcrafted design
we can let go to journey upon a mountain path
what Muir saw as seasons to be so innately divine
we carry within our spirits in an inherited shared bath
So! On to the forests and into the depths of green
wear visions of blue sky caught in the white giants lure
adventures drift into the dreams that you’ve seen
on pathways not hallways we answer our cries cure
Sunrise
In the presence of glory, dormant hearts and ignorant minds awake in unison.
Innately commanding the world’s stage, demanding an audience of new horizons your silent symphony elegantly echoes the dawn of eternity.
9th January 2020
Threesome contest – sponsored by Silent One
In My Power (For the survivors of the tornados in America)
If it were in my power, I would be there
To put back together all the jigsaw parts
The myriad fragments of your shattered towns
And piece together your broken hearts.
I'd renew the rhythm of your daily lives -
Driving to work or the grocery store...
Your normal life before the tornado,
If I had the power I would restore.
But then in your words of grief and sorrow
I hear your spirit of determination
On the evening news, you speak of resilience
As you ask for prayers from all the nation.
And your stories and voices bespeak a power
One which all peoples innately share
So, although I'm joining you from afar
By the power of love, please know I'm there.
Molly Moore
Written: November 04, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest.
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Isolated from people, wild and untamed,
A joyful setting for nature's music, famed.
Let the feral birds fly, their plumes aglow,
Bops are bewitching, as a blissful bow.
Wild birds live gracefully in woodland,
They innately dance over the vast expand.
As they gently fly in the light, the wings shine,
Akin to echoes in the wind, tunes are divine.
These feral birds watch over this wild land,
Their existence reflects nature's vast strands.
They avow unclear tales with them as they fly,
Ancient stories and arcane enigmas in the sky.
Wings imply freedom, flight, and wild might,
This pulse is an honor to the wild, a comely sight.
Birds flutter freely in the forest, a view rare,
Magical songs invite us to join them if we dare.
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.
People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.
P eople of unity
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.
P arade so grandiose
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
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PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!
The Virus
An island called Tacloban
Is ravaged by Haiyan
This fateful day of November
The weather is not tender
Wind whispers destruction
Rain writes annihilation.
But that is not the good news!
Rather, it is the virus!
The altruism virus!
Everyone is infected!
Good vibes is injected!
This virus is contagious!
People are courageous!
To get out of their way
To help others be ok.
The symptoms of this virus are these:
Concern for others seize them
Restlessness is also shown
They go out and brave the harsh wind and rain
So they can bring to safety other men
Fatigue, headaches, muscle aches they feel soon after
But they do not mind and just dismiss it with laughter
Intense emotional state of joy they harbor
For they come to help their neighbor.
Facebook posting is an addiction
Not for “selfie-ing” satisfaction
But to urge people to help
And give information about relief
Self-emptying is their mantra
While folding clothes of various genres
To be delivered to relief centers
That soon will reach the shelters
All these happen when the virus is within.
Yes, the virus is one-of-a-kind!
It is not seasonal; it does not go with the wind
It is like a mining in the heart
Gripped with it increases care chart
We can even say this has become chronic
For until now people are altruistic.
Note: Haiyan caused immeasurable damage to Leyte & Samar islands in the Philippines last November 8, 2013. However, the world showed compassion for the victims in grand and little ways. In the islands, though they were victims themselves, lots of stories of generosity and altruism were told. The rest of the Filipino people were moved out of their comfort zones and did their part. Indeed, people are innately good!
11/16/14
Her essence is that of an angel
Her beauty borders divine
Her thoughts run as deep as an ocean
Perfection innately defined
Her lips are like rose pedal gumdrops
Her smile just as soft as her skin
Her figure is full and amazing
Her eyes are where beauty begins
Her heart shares the warmth of an ember
Her words all thoughtful and kind
Her touch seems to always send shivers
Perfection is finally defined