Best Kismet Poems
When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul,
her milky quartz crown
shines in shades
of ineffable pleasures.
Invigorating arabica stars within
my senses to rise
like steamy silhouettes~
laced in seraphic
aura of lotus chastity….
If coffee personifies
the electrifying taste
of my longing soul,
will fruity scents stir,
to evoke hidden
metaphors within this
mocha heart?
I’ll sketch
decaffeinated skies
with roasted beans
of brunette bliss.
Let colors of the
golden sun splatter
harmonious hues
of cosmic sanctity.
I’ll embrace the
aromatic elixir of life,
brewed with
floral hints of faith~
allowing unfiltered
essence of
meaningless mornings,
to reawaken an undying
thirst to illuminate
fading stardust.
Quenching serenity
from granulated values,
that depict
karmic kismet
across divine rivers
flowing with
spiritual awakening.
Perhaps, with every
sip of espresso,
we indulge a scoop of
cocoa gratitude,
expressing the
inner purity,
while happiness pours
into a crystal clear cup
of constant clarity.
There the light
of cinnamon
oozes amidst the
cleansed canvas of life,
to rescript an
ethereal ingredient
that guides us back to
a realm of rosier runes,
where ego has no palette
to rest upon,
for within us dwells
an immortal barista,
concocting healing drips
from caramelized visions.
I’ll hold on to these
unexplored cravings,
while the liberty of
conscience remains~
the first ray of
warmth I inhale.
When daylight befalls like
tints of tuscan tiramisu,
let me find the strength
to lure pale pigments
of weeping wind~
I’ll be the thread
that untangles unsettling
webs wrapped in
bitter breezes,
for the king of solace
and I, will become one;
celestially intertwined,
infused in bronze ink,
as one in a million flavors.
The Age of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed:
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed:
Yes, my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!
Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!
In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost to much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!
Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
(a sonnet duet: an inspired response to “The Age of Summer Love”)
'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley
May 19, 2018
*(Black) Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed
Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!
Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love baths in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!
In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost to much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!
Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays
Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2018
Sonnet,
( Written as a reply to another awesome, inspiring love sonnet presented here by a very, very talented poetess)
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
KISMET
If ever the mind could decipher the mien of an intuited presence,
Would it insinuate that which is understood?
It is never a thing to perceive, that intuited presence that goes unseen.
Once it appears in audible form, it seems to grasp a shape from a line in the wall.
The figure rune becomes known.
It is like counting sheep to doze off.
The night air blows through the window.
You look beyond.
Your apprehension converts your thoughts.
Doom is the calamity of your psychic powers.
By God pulpits the sun,
Insofar as the moon is no longer disclosed.
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In tribute of Josephine Louise Miles (June 11, 1911 – May 12, 1985) who was an American poet and literary critic and the first woman tenured in the English Department at the University of California, Berkeley.[1] She wrote over a dozen books of poetry and several works of criticism. I am inspired by her poem Dialogue.
Dialogue
Silence comes down the street to us in the shape
Of those three girls.
They are going to walk past us.
Dampen down
The big brag of our coffee morning.
Hush up
Our open mouths with their billions of words.
Quiet falls.
Now we come walking into this big silence
Heavy as doom,
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Psalmist Thumb!
"Kismet is inevitable...in vain we attempt to shape our future" (By Poet)
Kismet brought two intense souls together,
two young buds, early in life,
Kismet separated the two kindred ecstatic spirits
sending to distant corners of the world,
for a huge void in time!
a breathtaking garden of Dahlias and Chrysanthemums,
a dreamy swing, a myriad of books to share and read,
tied them in a cherished bond,
engrossed with each other in breathless euphoria of youth,
they had the slightest clue,
What life was all about!
a yellow poncho, a few handmade dolls,
a dry parched garland - that’s all she left behind,
when one morning the magical garden was bare,
the blessed swing empty, he didn’t know
where the chirping birds disappeared!
the murmuring wind whooshed around,
but didn’t answer!
a glorious story of love and loss -
Kismet brought them back together,
her softest fragrance can never be lost,
love found its way back anew,
bloomed spreading its divine aroma,
who can hide the ravishing splendour,
of a never-lost passion,
emotions overflowing with adoration!
light shines bright from the untold promise,
trust, dreams of a life-long song,
echoing destiny without barriers,
eventual melting of two souls in one!
March 10, 2023
Theme: Kismet (Old Turkish word meaning "Fate, Destiny")
Inspired by Writing Challenge - "K" words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand Premier No. 1198 Poetry Contest
There is no accidental meeting…
Between kindred souls
For your fate is made, as surely is time fleeting
And no more stranger than quasars and black holes
It’s all preordained in some grand cosmic way
Beyond mortal bounds or human control
The people you meet, what you do or say
Is not managed by you…e’en in part or in whole
Though you might think differently in the course of the day
That you’re making the rules…writing your own roles
The Gods laugh their asses off and to each other say:
“What impudence: to think that they set their own goals!”
For it’s Fate, Kismet, and Karma, that in the end sets the way
For those “accidental meetings, between kindred souls”
The definition of Kismet is “destiny or fate”
This power is alive and well
Examples are constantly paraded before us
To me it's as clear as a bell
A much greater power influences our decisions
As we blindly follow our hearts
We must be willing to adhere to it's guidance
And be responsible for our part
Kismet is instrumental in the choices we make
Without conciously being aware
It helps us through many difficult situations
Moving forward with a confident air
By trusting your inner voice, you won't go wrong
You'll usually make the right choice
Never pay attention to the many other temptations
Listen only to your trusting inner voice
The definition of Kismet is “destiny or fate”
This power is alive and well
© Jack Ellison 2015
My kismet seemed to have arrived long ago,
With love at first sight.
So long ago, I invited her to see a film.
There in the darkness of the theatre
I was mesmerized by a tune.
A prince, disguised as a gardener,
Sang of his love to his princess.
“Take my hand, I’m a stranger in paradise.”
How true I thought. From there I sat
With my newfound date, lovely as a rose.
Dare I take her hand, would I be in paradise?
We were not in wonderland, a garden
Adorned with fragrant flowers
And peacocks displaying their white
Grand feathers, nor were there exotic trees.
But I dared and took her soft warm hand,
Gave her a tiny squeeze to show I cared.
Then we were in paradise as we softly kissed.
She kept her promise to meet me the next day.
Soon the wedding bells rang and chimed their tune,
And happily, we pledged our vows. This was our kismet.
Such a long time ago, but the song always
Resonated in my mind, “Strangers in Paradise”.
Oh we had our ups and downs, but
Together in full love, we lived in happiness.
Not even death can change our life
Until we will both be in another paradise.
Then we will be strangers no more.
How do you stop a ripple always flowing round and out?
Touching all it touches like pure gossip tall and stout,
How do you change opinion when the focus is pure hate?
How do you stop the ripple when the ripple won’t abate?
You don’t, because the ripple was from the pebble that you threw.
Although it sank, its memory keeps echoing its view.
And though the cycle knows no end, it circles every day.
Once you throw the pebble, might as well have thrown the bay.
Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent
Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced
With needing to be nurtured
Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her palms
A lost Christmas scarab lurid green beetle
Gripped Flora's taut forearm
Future she craved wavered toward steely necessity
Untitled as lucre of lake illusion luminous
Looming in her frontal lobe
Angel held urns runneth over, soma sportula pour
Treacle tips intoxicating as cherry kirsch
Accommodation on aileron
Conveyed from kookaburra sarcasm to city suzerain
Mirror tower monuments collide in clouds
Encourage worldwide rivalry
Flora's inclination for comfort drives acute delirium
Arid Arab cobalt coast melts cultures mosaic
Gamey gourmet, cutlery gleam
Her new wrist cuffed, convict of antique timepiece
Lost Duat archived exchange rate temporal
Khepra hands kissed henceforth
12th March 2023
Written for Contest: 'K' Word Challenge
Sponsor: Constance La France
The wind arrives
with sleeves rolled up.
All day it stirs
the cauldron of the sky.
As thunder boils,
the clouds explode.
Each raindrop falls
to its appointed place.
First published at vox poetica
Shall my predestination be of providence or ill foredoom
with my weeping eyes filling with the anguish of yore?
For I cannot foresee the journey ahead, nor the chances
I may take that could bring my soul ease in the tempest.
I need not a future that encompasses good fortune or riches,
yet a fate that bestows a dulcet melody of love’s kismet.
I fear not, for my life is contingent upon kindness and mercy.
My days ahead shall be filled with many rations of hope.
June 26, 2018
A dawn born
growing into morn
A life is led
a soul is fed
No truth to divine
as blind to any sign
Sounds unheard
feels unstirred
Wind and breeze
to weather and appease
Guided by a Hand
even with a taken stand
Divine powers of no limit
none to stand against kismet
The mystery of the beyond
a wave of an angelic wand
Silent stars in outer space
ignite light on Earth face
A voice I now could hear
the signs are quite clear
Time to the soul brace
and pray for God’s grace.
Beautiful floppy hat with a kaleidoscopic design,
You show up in the courtyard as I taste my wine.
Your wearer caught my eyes, she is such a beauty.
I wish I was not leaving tomorrow, but it is my duty.
I signed up for the navy before I met this lovely creature.
Recruiters got me hard and good, showing me a double feature.
I want to get her number, but kismet will have to be ready.
Right now, I am a seaman, shipping off, a guy named Freddy.
I take one last look at the beauty under the hat.
Is that my sister next to her? What do you think of that?
Kismet has a plan. I run over to say “hi”.
“This is my brother Fred, Sue said. “he is a great guy.”