Best Mantra Poems
Drawn to her chants
we run to her
rhythmic is her mood
in all her glory
we walk with her
fluid is her grace
her steely blues
are dreamy today
sharing spheres of giving light ~
meditative is our spirit and haunting is her song.
Susan Ashley
August 16, 2018
~Second Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier 4, Max Ten Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Do you still love me?
You asked as we spooned in the night.
I will always love you, I replied.
Again you asked,
Do you still love me?
And again my reply,
I will always love you,
...comforted by the feelings aroused by the chant.
More than a cry for love; more than a promise
An incanted mantra, an affirmation, a prayer
A reassuring echo to your heart’s ping
A shared moment of truth…
…or only a truth in the moment, a moment passed.
We don’t hold each other in the night any more,
for that was a decade ago…in this life.
And yet, here in my heart the echo continues,
...still answering the now silent ping.
In moment after moment of an eternal unshared truth,
I will always love you.
Have you ever seen
a Praying Mantis green?
Or heard the tunes
he enticingly croons,
searching each day
for innocent prey?
Mantra of a Mantis:
"Eat or be eaten!"
In prayerful stance
he awaits the chance
to grab a bunch
of beetles for lunch.
Wearing camouflage,
enemies he'll dodge.
Mantra of a Mantis:
"Eat or be eaten!"
When it's time for mating
a female Mantis is hating
the little male on her back.
When it's over she'll attack.
Once he's spent, he's doomed
chewed up and consumed.
Mantra of a Mantis:
"Eat or be eaten!"
And if you look, you will find
that mankind's frame of mind
is the thought, 'Do unto others
even if they are your brothers."
Men conquer as if a game they play.
A Mantis slays only for food each day.
Too much blood has been spilled.
In this world it's been instilled...
Mantra of a Man:
"Kill or be killed"
_ _ _ _ _ _
15th August 2016
Ah, ‘Love’! a lover’s repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now.
Sigh I high, a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes;
she, a charmed worm, wriggles, snorts,
while floating on a fluffy, velvety cloud.
Is this repeated mantra pricier like a jewel:
a sapphire, a diamond, pregnant with
quintuplets? I know she never touched,
- she grieves! - a sapphire or a diamond.
Even necklaces howl at her golden neck —
It’s only a dream: a fluffy, airy dream,
A snorting, never wakening, dream.
When I say, “Love”, LUST - in me
SMILES: luscious, vicious, LUST —
that stays like a cat-snake, light-red,
cool inside “Love”, coiled - hiding —
its head in mid of his slithering body,
and approaches its prey - the victim
of love – STRAIGHT! - straight at night.
Jealousy, the quintuplet brother of Lust,
chuckles on hearing my mantra, "Love",
“There exists a hairy thinness between
Love and Me. We’re quintuplets”.
On my face, jealousy reads sky-rising
Flames in Troy and in an ivory pearl,
And I see Theseus puffing a mount
of flames at Hippolytus
and Love drowning in rising flames —
and other two quintuplet brothers moving,
blindfolded, round and round the dazzling pyre.
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (Judged on Jan. 5, 2021)
Jan. 4, 2020 (originally posted on Dec. 2, 2020)
Your best free verse 2020 Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: John Hamilton
* A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 10, 2020)
Dec. 2, 2020
Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Silent One
Inspiration from my own poem, “Jealousy” (published in 2018)
's g o t 's g o 's a b e g r e a
t n I n t g n t
I n t n I o n I
a a a n o 's
b e b n g 's t I g
e r e a o
g g g b n
r e r e n
e a t. It's gonna b .t a e g r e a t a!
Dec. 12, 2018 for Eve Roper's Shape Poem Poetry Contest
Now for Line Gauthier's Shape of my Art poetry contest
I am the reed
Beak to the sky
Swaying in the breeze
I am the reed
I don't want to die
Don't see me please
I am the reed
There's nothing here
But swaying grass
I am the reed
My greatest fear
Please just pass
I am the reed
I am the reed
I am the reed
August 30th 2018
Composed for Tania Kitchin's
Personification Poem On A Pet, Wild Animal Or Insect
Poetry Contest
Life is about suffering
—acceptance brings peace
(The New Room: October, 2022)
The bullet is on the tip of my tongue
Your heart is underneath the barrel of the gun
I’ll blow your HEART to pieces
With this:
A lethal word; a deathly weapon
I’ll watch you bleed to nothing
Shrivel, shiver with this:
An assassinating label; DEHUMANIZATION
Salutations to The Divine Mother
Who envelopes us in a bliss shower
God’s divine essence aglow in our heart
Innate aliveness enabling each breath to start
Effulgence of a thousand suns dispelling darkness
Entwining our mind-body to the That oneness
Moment to moment in a joy continuum
There remaining no ego residuum
Oh Mother! We are bemused by illusion
Senses externalised, desires beget delusion
Fallen from grace, we have forgotten our nature
Your fragrant touch alone restores our true stature
Awaken Mother, here in form, love and wisdom
May our consciousness rise to the sensorium
Dual polarities melding, illumining our soul
That bliss suffused, we again feel whole
09-November-2021
Inspired By A Translation Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Notes: Gayatri mantra is a popular, age old prayer, in Sanskrit language. For literal translation please visit - https://medium.com/imeditation/gayatri-mantra-translation-word-by-word-meaning-in-english-547431a5d464
They don’t walk to them
To beseech their shows of hands
They as a rule stay
On a raised dais and talk down
At their feet on crusade grounds
Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…
His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.
We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.
Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.
We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.
Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!
In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
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Penned on September 07, 2014!
Nobody said life was going to be fair,
is the mantra of many a Dad;
But that’s no excuse to bully your child
just because your day was bad.
Divorce yourself from the outside world
when you walk into your home;
Your children deserve your attentiveness
untethered from the mobile phone.
Show your children you are interested in them
and that you really care,
This may not be easy, but, after all,
nobody said life was going to be fair.
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
climbing along the water's surface,
body turning on a skewer,
breathing bubbles,
exhaling fully,
metronomic to a viewer
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
fingertips, wrist and elbow angled
each below the other in turn
break the surface
then pushing forward
spinning the torso in return
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
catch before the full arm extension
pulling along the "railway track"
feel the water
hard on the forearm
and spinning the body right back
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
continue the stroke under the 'pit
pulling the elbow high and clear
uncock the wrist
pull with the triceps
whilst pushing the hand to the rear
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
lips breaking the top of the water
eye spying the rope of the lane
one sharp breath in
the wrist leads the way
to start it it all over again
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
my mantra will be. . . .
this new year is better than
last year's was for me
(I can't see how the new year can be worse than last year,
so i am trying to think positive next year, and I'll say that my
year WILL be better!)
For ~New Years Resolution Contest"
Sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
The mantra of the government
(though I'm sure it's nothing new) is:
Take heed to
what I'm saying
instead of
what I actually do.