Best Jubilees Poems
Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
Komorebi 11-8-23
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Komorebi
Sunlight dashes through boughs adorned
In autumn’s scent of red orange crimson
Tossing diamonds of daybreak from their limbs
Into the borning air of dawn
To litter the forest floor in clutter of crystal auroras
Playing hide and seek with shadows,
Awakened by the roster’s first blush,
To prance across branches on tip-toes of brindled magic
As the moon and sun, the darkness and dawn,
Change places in daily do-se-dos,
Leaving fingerprints of light, in moments of intimacy,
When fingers of dappled warmth push back shadows
With celestial sighs of radiance
And flutter like a sparkling flute of luminosity
Cascading in ricochets from oak to elm to evergreen
Until gleeful pandemoniums of white fire
Give birth to awe in strings of burnished zephrys
Draped in jubilees through boughs of dawning beauty
Woven in strands of light as sunshine thinks on loveliness -
Decorations of celebration!
Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves
There is a mournful silence that extends
Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks
The place, some morbid warning portends
Hush.... hush is this place, here no bird sings
The wind here sighs in silent pain
There is a muffled horror all around the place
Even the leaves chant a sad refrain
Here, Death sits on his imperial throne
Mocking at the relics of human glory
Zealous with the task of deleting the old
To script a new chapter, a new story
In these ancient graves sleep the silent dead
Their toil and trouble ended with life
They must have been perhaps heroes of the land
No more are they part of world’s victory or strife
Nor its sad commemorations or triumphant jubilees
Though released from the shackles of oppression
Each dear presence has now become an absence
Here they lie anonymous, without a single possession
Did they perish in a battle or struck by some pestilence
However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome
They are knocked down and mocked by time
And they lie here uncared, expelled from their home.
Generations pass and their progeny comes
Unmindful of who lived before them
Neither thankful of the legacy left behind
Nor thinking that all comforts, from their toil stem
Vacancy alone greets my pensive eyes
Each life here is a volume shut down,
To be cast aside and eventually forgotten,
Or erased forever with no name or renown
With a heavy heart I stand beside these wrecks
Thinking I too shall lie here, devoid of all opulence
Leaving all my hard-earned possessions behind
With no trace, mocked by time and forgotten by the populace
Thank You for the Music
Companions on my journey
Surround me in anthems -
When the dawn rises up,
In afternoons of reflection,
In slumber’s reveries -
Melodies
Always embracing me
Asking only breath
In canticles and choruses –
Paeans and in psalms –
Rhythms and in rhymes -
Written on the staff of life
Remembering remorse
In slowly marching meter
Uplifting shame
In the verses of vocal symphonies
Healing regret
In ballads of blues
Shouting celebration
In cadence of joyful jubilees;
A wondrous gift – a blessing evolving -
A marvelous thing –no toy -
That gathers together
Wandering questions
Shouted into Heaven’s ears
When the spinning world would
Crawl all over itself
Losing its pitch
Or bounce off walls
In atonal discord;
Welcoming back hearts
To beat as one in time;
My theme song never stilled
When vocal nodes
Stilled my song to a whisper;
Gratitude, my refrain,
For music,
Life giving as caressing rains,
To chant, once more, in harmony
With the vital flame of melody again.
In gratitude to Abba for their song - Thank You for the Music – My theme song that carried me through two vocal node surgeries when I thought I might never sing again.
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsor: Julia Ward
nordic light show
night of auroras
swirling fiery spirals spin
snow buntings call soft
purple green flashes
leap across the artic night ~
silver solitude
celestial outbursts
magnetic sparks pirouette ~
pink shadows on snow
scarlet reds cascade
crazy northern lights unleashed ~
ephemeral mauve
gossamer rainbows
jubilees of cosmic dust ~
nocturnal side show
rhapsodies of lights
aurora leaps star to star ~
dance of the artic
11-17-22
Colorful or Chimera Contest 8-30-23
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Colorful
Separate the tangled tresses of black
Into the colored strands of sheer rainbows,
Release magic of marigold held back,
Mystery of amber lilac in rose.
Let sapphire soar again, where dreams wander,
Free soft amaranth in a bashful blush
Deliver cardinal’s song then ponder
Orange pizazz, crimson inferno’s rush.
Unbind the razzmatazz in raucous red
Unwind evergreen in shamrock dances
Untie amethyst thistles from tight threads
Loosen silk sable’s haunting hues of romance.
Liberate hidden checkmates of darkness
In bursting jubilees, banning starkness.
Autumn 10-2-23
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Autumn Pathetique
God winks with fall in blessedness
A pathetique from a soft breeze,
Silk sonatas, scarlet tresses,
Abundant blessings and jubilees.
Veiled in gold, summer’s parting kiss,
God winks with fall in blessedness,
As amber shadows reminisce
Songs of geese with tender finesse.
Rust tremolos of grace confess
Thankfulness in coral colognes
God winks with fall in blessedness,
Arpeggios in jewel tones.
Autumn’s grace notes in golden fields
Begs hearts to see sacred largess,
Anointed days of hallowed yields -
God winks with fall in blessedness.
Vagabond Reveries
I awoke one apple-ripe autumn afternoon,
While shifting my necessity to care, dreaming,
To gaze upon the twisting trail in reveries of untethered reality
A quest for halcyon enigmas that chased me into cloudy castles.
And glancing back over fields of maize and green apple trees
I dreamt of meandering - suntanned faces, gentle eyes,
Campfire stories told in stargazer mists on childhood summer nights
Country roads and country stores with squeaky hinged screen doors.
I saw through mists kaleidoscopes of skyscraping cities, living postcards,
Steaming, groaning, sweating-swaying -
Crowded avenues named aspiration and pipedreams of working faces
Pushed into honeycombs of question’s smoke reflecting my reflection.
Through gossamer fleeting fragments rumbled symphonies
In movements of freight cars and highway hum
Vagabonds of REM sleeping tugged at chugging feasts
Of my winter-spring planned fetes and wakes and festival jubilees.
A wispy scent of reminisce felt the rushing, ever rushing, sun
Dashing headlong ahead of earth in my wishing stars
Pulling earth like a dawdling toddler running into chimeras of
Fleeting dawns and uncatchable dusky time in taunted moonlit glee.
Stormy darkness of gypsy memories throbbed in lightning flashes
Illuminated my godless thundering regrets
On wild midnights stumbling through windswept briar tangled valleys,
Soul soaking rains of prodigal shame, and I remember waking to grace.
9-4-21
Contest: "V" New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
1-23-23
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 24
Sponsor: Mark Toney
24 Lines
A Blustery Autumn Day
Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
Carried away on blustery gusts,
Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic
In tiny whirlwinds of yellow, orange and umber –
Floating like capricious ghosts into hazy skies
Waiting for the rains -
Then chasing jubilees of color into dry puddles of drifting leaves,
Like flying cartwheels,
Scattering,
Then gathering in again,
And just for fun
Lifting fringes of woolen mufflers, warding off the chill,
Taking aim at woolen hats with rowdy gusts
Delighting in their tumbling down broad sidewalks,
Crowded with bright leaves,
In pirouettes,
Spinning kaleidoscopes in shades of whimsy,
Careening down the lanes or bustling avenues,
Catching breath again to huff and puff,
Blowing in erratic tempest tarantellas,
And giggle
Watching footballs taking errant paths,
Tickling summered tree limbs exposed,
No cover for their naked branches,
With passing gales of glee,
Resounding with the call of cornucopia’s horn
To gather in the Indian corn, pumpkins and ripe wheat
Before the coming days of icy storms
Blow hard with unrelenting icy currents
In winter squalls returning.
Kaleidoscopic - Collab with Jo
Enjoying the kaleidoscopic view,
As the sky changes to a brilliant hue,
Songbirds fly across the clouds to their home,
As the azure becomes a salmon dome,
Kaleidoscopic hues write twilight prose
Silky mauve mingles with scarlet and rose
Wispy clouds drift in tufts of pink
A coral jubilees when sunset winks.
Tangerine sun recedes slow from the scene,
Entering demurely is the night queen,
What a sight to behold is this sunset!
Nothing's more kaleidoscopic as yet!
Cerulean queen wears crowns of bright stars
White hot clear gems and flaming cinnabars
Polar stars spin as gold day slips away
Colorful hues kaleidoscopic daze.
4-6-23
Contest: Collab with Jo
Sponsor: Jo Daniel
Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b
Ten syllables per line
The Age of Aquarius is now
Don’t be fooled by what others say they know and see
But those who have ears to hear let them hear
And those who have eyes to see let them see
Like the Water bearer the Great Blue Heron
Rose from the creek and its massive baby blue wings
Spanned the borders of East and West
Watching the messengers graceful and gently take to the airwaves
And then land in a tree and I tried to get closer but the majestic bird moved on
Like the Water bearer the Bennu or Phoenix appeared every 12,594 years
When the Sun of old was dying and the younger and newer son was birthed
From the dying star
The Bennu bird is known as “He Who Came Into Being By Himself”
The Ascending One
The Lord of Jubilees
Since December 21st when the Sun entered the time of the Sixth Sun
The Right Wing of Jupiter and The Left Wing of Saturn
Rebirthed the Great Blue Heron in the constellation of Aquarius
Starseeds of Atum or Adam were planted when the Phoenix laid her eggs
At the Galactic Central Sun
The Seedlings have been cast down heavens
And down on the Earth
Arise sons and daughters of Adam
This is the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
I---WAS---REAL---AND---I---LOVED---------HIM....and...only---HIM!
HE---IS---REAL---AND---I---LOVED............HIM...and....only...HIM!
WE---WERE---NOT---BORN---AS---YOU---WERE---BORN---AMONGST
THE/STARS!
WE---HAD---THE---DNA---OF------THREE!
AS---------HE/DOES!
WE---WERE---BORN-------------AMONGST/THE/STARS!
AND---------THE------WORLD-------------LOVED/ME!
AND----------------------------------------HATED/HIM!
BUT-----------------------------THE/ORIGINAL/AND/ONLY/SOURCE
OF/LIFE/LOVES/HIM/AND/ONLY/HIM.........AND/ME!
FOR------------------I------LIVE------ON------COURUSCANT!
THERE---------------I------LIVE------WITH/THE/LOVE/OF/MY/LIFE
HIM!
DIDYMUS------------------------MEANS/'TWIN'---------FOR/HE/IS/TWO!
AND------------------I--------------DOUBTED----------AS/HE/DID/AND/DOES
AT/TIMES!
I---------------LIVED/AS/RENATA/RONNIE-KANANI...........OF/KAUAI!
I---------------LIVED-------------WHERE--------'CHERRIES-JUBILEES'
NEVER/FLOWED!
BECAUSE--------------------------LOVE----------'NEVER'/FLOWED/TO/HIM!
BUT------------------------I---------------LOVED/HIM/AND/ONLY/HIM!
AND--------------------SO----------I-------------LIVE-------AND/WILL
ALWAYS/LIVE-----------------------WITH/HIM/AND/ONLY------WITH
HIM!
AND----------------------NOW--------------'SHE'-------------LOVES
HIM/AND/ONLY--------------------------------------------------HIM!
'YOU'---------------------------------SAY---------------"HE/IS/NO/ROYAL!"
BUT-------------------------------'THEY'---------------------SAY
"HE/IS/THE/MOST-------------------------------------------ROYAL!"
AND--------------------------SO-----------"WE/AND/ONLY/WE/SHALL
LIVE/AS/THE/ETERNAL/ROYALS!"
SHE-------------------------LIVED/AS/RENATA/RONNIE-KANANI----OF
KAUAI!
AND-------------------------------WE/WILL/LOVE/AS/RENATA/RONNIE-
KANANI-----OF/KAUAI!
WE------------------------------------WILL--------------------LIVE
BECAUSE-------------------------------WE--------------------LOVE!
There was a beach
Where Sandy would teach
The children how to swim
There was a ballfield
Where Blondie revealed
His secrets for hitting a ball
There was a library
Where Cynthia was the lady
Who helped you find books to read
There was an ice cream stand
Where the Sawyer clan
Sweetened your summer evenings
There was a set of tracks
Where we would make pennies flat
Then skip them across the river
There was a Rexall store
Where you could score
A milkshake that would make you sing
There was a mountain
Where the folks who do the counting
Proclaim it, most climbed one in the land
There were several cemeteries
Where each one’s preferred seminary
Kept separated the dead and the living
There were parades and jubilees
Where the whole community
Would celebrate life for a while
There is a small town
Where my roots can be found
Firmly planted in American soil
Music of My Soul
The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.
The sounds of earth…
Earth music arranges magic stanzas in perfusion
Lively scherzos in the keys of mysteries
Then reverberates in paschal hues of dawn to dusk ablution.
To scent the shades of pastel pitch silvery
The music of my soul
Revolving earth resolves discordant tones of atonality
To ever sing new scores out of seclusion
Paeans, chants, in deep river waterfalls drumming reality
In rumbling fault zones that move to nascent conclusion
The sounds of earth….
Earth music hums in timorous rotation diffusion
To resound in the harmony of celestial jubilees
Tuned, tuned into, tremulous tones in suffusion
Like a tuning fork of vibrating seasons energy.
The music of my soul
The earth ever writes solos of meadows carefree
Sunlight’s bright vibratos escape occlusion
In the fragrance of fragrant harp strings harmony
Plucked like wildflowers of whispering flutes inclusion
The sounds of earth…
Earth music performs the music of my soul without delusion
Grace notes, once in the grip of apathy,
Voice the sweetness of cricket canticles without intrusion
In the symphony of my soul’s hymnary.
8-9-22 Form - Rondeau Redouble
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone.com
Contest: Let Your Muse Be Inspired R Forms
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Theme Chosen #4 The Sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul