Best Meditations Poems
The tide worn and barnacled pylons
holding up the wharf wobble
on a sea swell like loose teeth.
Most of the decking planks
are missing. Those that remain
span joists with bones
of rotted wood fastened down
with rust. A chain wire fence
bars public access
and a large red sign
screams a message of danger.
I find myself looking through
the wire, asking who else
would stop by and perceive
a strange beauty here,
that in the wreck
of this derelict wharf,
something immutable
has found a home in the rot.
Its history
is not mine nor does it
conspire with a notion
to snare me with a kind
of enticing nostalgia.
What is here is more like
time chewed pick up sticks
stuck in mud.
And yet I don't know why
I am moved so, standing here
with all the reverence afforded
a relic of something almost holy,
why my pen should waste time
chasing such an elusive presence
around a page.
Perhaps what is here
is an essence of what my mind
cannot grasp, that other,
a mystery imprinted on a finite world,
a longed for sign of hope
in a language known only
to the soul - or is it simply
something more mundane,
slowly loosening the pylons
holding up my brain.
Categories:
meditations, age, hope, mystery, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
MEDITATIONS ON MEDITATION
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sit, spine aligned with the spine of the earth,
breath flowing like an endless river,
each inhale a promise,
each exhale a letting go.
Mind becomes an empty sky,
clouds of distraction float by—
I watch them, not clinging, just witnessing,
watching the sun of awareness rising.
Time bends,
the clock dissolves into the ether,
and in this space,
I am both lost and found.
In the soft embrace of stillness,
I taste the sweetness of presence,
the clarity of the moment,
wrapped in the silence of the now.
Meditation, a bridge to the infinite,
where my mind learns to rest,
and my spirit unfurls,
finding solace in the spaces between.
I continue breathing, a simple act,
yet profound as the stars,
reminding me that stillness
is not absence, but the fullness of being.
I return again and again
to this sanctuary carved from silence
where thoughts dissolve
and the soul awakens ever present, ever now.
Categories:
meditations, 12th grade, meaningful, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
How Beautiful, yea-
there are few things
more beautiful than sons and daughters
of the redeemed worshiping,
here in this house-
the Lord their God, yea-
their Redeemer,
out of the thankfulness of their hearts.
Is this not as it should be ?
Singing as one:
How Great Is Our God ?
His Place, His Time,
His Presence
Categories:
meditations, devotion, faith, inspirational, people,
Form:
Free verse
Speak to me until your words become meaningless.
The sound of your vibrations becomes a gesture of the metaphysical.
In our human confines its fruition is as fruitless as salvation.
Your mouth becomes a prism of incantation
Chanting meaningless literal meaning
Conceived of Eve,
The endless desire for purgation
All lies
I will not condone a god that condemns me
Give us the sacrament, expelled to eternal chaos
Embrace!
There in lies harmony through acceptance.
Categories:
meditations, angst, faith, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Meditations in the Meadow
Red rock mesas,
Majestic jagged crowns,
Crystal ice castles --
Absence of sound.
Bracing breezes, crimson cheeks,
Silver teardrops, frosty breath,
Crackling fires, warm gloves --
Standing on sacred ground.
Intriguing fragrances swirl,
Mesmerizing a puppy’s essence,
Gleaming nose inhaling deep
Guardian angels abound.
Iridescent fairy whispers,
Quixotic elven promises,
Soft butterfly kisses;
Spinning me around.
Departure imminent,
Memories essential,
Connections eternal;
Discernment found.
Categories:
meditations, dog, fairy, feelings, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
MEDITATIONS OF AN
OFFENSIVE LINEMAN
I am the essence
of patience and method
No reckless trash talk; I never
say a word
I am John Henry, harder,
A hammer on your bones driving
spikes through your soul and
your disintegrating self esteem
We have a chunky young
tailback who dances through
turbulence like light through the
trees in a storm borne by wind
When he runs with me,
you’re never there
Elevating your game is just wasting
your time
I am the tiger in the grass by the river
of your demise
Too late you comprehend the aesthetics
of my violence, the pattern of my stripes,
the curve of my teeth, the savage nuance
of my mayhem
Go ahead, fight me if you must
but my arrival is always fatal
Categories:
meditations, football,
Form:
Free verse
This funny thing we come to know as life,
Both a blessing & a curse in darkness & in light.
Old men sending youngins to fight.
How hard does the goathead bite?
Is it truly out of mind when done out of sight?
The unseen shadows see what is not meant to be seen.
Carry on & take care
Merry songs are made to share
Do not quiver from the devil's stare;
It is not your burden to bare.
Against the odds, how well do you fare?
The one who quietly sobs...
How dare you try to compare?
Tears have your vision impared.
Emotional wrecks can be repaired.
Rise from the ashes.
The phoenix ablaze
From the matches
Stricken by the masses.
Put on your glasses
& look past
The clash of the classes.
Resilience in the face of impasses
Hold tight as it crashes
& thrashes
Against the fascists
Zionism plagues Jewish
& Palestinian pacifists.
Pay attention to the hacktivists.
Don't listen to televangelists.
Avoid both the blacklist & being a conformist.
Think for yourselves & free your mind.
Only then will you begin to delve
Into what you sought out to find.
Categories:
meditations, conflict, corruption, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
All things you have made fine in their season
the tendernesses of Love the razor of our reason
hollowed out the canyons where the waters fall
celestial lights above beneath the crickets call
the tilt of cattails swaying in the wind
golden heads of grain awaiting harvest to begin
Dressed you have the cosmos ever so brilliantly
every tree and snowflake no two alike will ever see
no man within his lifetime has every star he named
surrounded by this beauty and still your name defamed
without amino acids no living cells could form
repeating fractal multiples are natures patterns born
From the Rift unto the alpine equator to atoll
hot spring forests to tundra artic ice to freeze the pole
from furnaces of volcanoes rises and archipelago
diversity in all nature is geologies creative goal
Crystal caverns outback deserts to our rolling dunes
around the planets circuits are orbiting their moons
Every color many hues pastel to iridescent
architecture in every room the making of life pleasant
but mankind is filled with anguish and acrid bitterness
the things they've chosen to pursue is causing such distress
where character is more bankrupt than a homeless man
the individual only ego subjective is the every plan
Suffering among the nations its depth difficult to express
world wide is the concern we shall not escape its death
counting all the ages man has butchered his own kind
to control the the masses do religious leaders blind
It is your euology we are seeking in our mind
seeking every path of truth you wish us to find
Like our heartbeats pulsing from within
driving the force of visions to their final end
made you have us from the dust of earth
every living thing here from this ground
did give its birth
Songs of your Sons ...
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
meditations, dedication, devotion, education, faith,
Form:
Verse
Hope’s Joy
A beautiful,
sound of silence,
awakens me at dawn.
Purged from yesterday’s ills,
my soul prepares for a new
and pristine day…
Categories:
meditations, hope,
Form:
Free verse
In my meditations
In my meditations
I get motivation
And inspiration
I get the spirit
Of higher sensation
Through positive thinking
And creation
My imagination
And expectation
According to the situation
So i don't believe in illusion
The journey seems too far
But i keep going
Temptation keep pulling me down
But i ain't stopping
My mission to be accomplished
And visions established
In my meditations
In my meditations
Categories:
meditations, inspiration,
Form:
Classicism
exemplar
and avatar
idiosyncretique
avant garde
eccentric-
minimal meditations
between still points
Categories:
meditations, music, people,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Glittering snow-covered morning
with a cold, crisp feeling of expectancy
pours new meaning
to the blue light of dawn.
The beauty and warmth
of summer is but a memory
of times when nature cared;
feelings were intense and creation's
colors were a palate of lush intensity,
a moment in nature's eternity'
when she displays her capabilities.
The challenge of winter dares one
to fight for existence,
discover one's ability to survive
in a moment of confusion and cold,
whether crossing a moor or
skiing the Alps.
Categories:
meditations, life, nature, people, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Dancers
and health therapists,
meditators
and educators,
speak of an embodied
listening
and teachable "CORE."
We need,
on bad days,
and want,
on better days,
To exercise,
stretch,
fill and empty,
appreciate
and open
our empowering MindBody Core,
With healthy, resilient outcomes predicted
as a return on investment
for such deep enlightening listening
and learning
intention,
integrity
of compassionate purpose.
Back in the day,
religious
and warm spring breeze
front porch Sunday afternoon
philosophical,
spiritual
and natural lifeskills therapists,
polyglot poets
and brilliant essayists,
lovers
and naked co-passionists,
storytellers
and environmental storymakers
spoke
and sang
and danced
to restore our healthy
holistically wealthy
"Soul"
While my Core
seems to be Here
and Now about my autonomous body,
and our shared Soul
an advocate for active democratic process
ing co-passionately commun
icating bicameral
ly reiterative
reconnecting
re-ligioning minds,
For those who see
and sometimes hear
this mind-body
inside-outside
Janus-doublefaced, double-bound
leftbrain languaged Core curriculum distinction
without experiential rightbrain sensory
Soulfull/empty Zeroistic difference,
BodyCores may be useful to teach MindSouls
to think
and feel
interdependent CoreSoul
holistic
holonic
holy-spirited
animus-Mundi
EarthTribe soul-core Us,
A non-elite sacred we
restoratively experienced much differently
than OldSchool royal WE,
As "tu" would prefer to soulfully heal
relationships "vous" might choose to punish,
to exclude from high society's
deep delusional
and boxed-in bored
monoculturally self-disempowering
patriarchally unenlightened
EcoSystemic EarthMother Core
embryonic womb.
Personal ZeroSum risky secularized
monetized Cores,
like mortally autonomous bodies,
may also be political
and economic
NonZero reorganizing co-invested mindbodies
encircling compassionate HolySouls.
When we walk together
our Cores move in linear
or circling sympathy
And when we dance as one
our Souls feel
and know
Here as also Now
co-empathy.
Categories:
meditations, health, peace, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Political Verse
Ocean blues of a sweet saxophone,
golden horns of stars,
everything simply gleams with eternity,
a few lines of a drawing and you have soul.
Stone is divine,
present,paradigm shift
the past in the abstract now;
oil lamps and roses
carpets woven like deserts.
Unfurled prophecy,
cadence like a forest,
creation is born.
Promises of tomorrow tuned,
music is truly spiritual.
Moods, moons, rings,
praise,the Glory to come
Meditations, raised
Cheryl Koomoa
© 2016 Cheryl Koomoa (All rights reserved)
Categories:
meditations, beautiful, destiny, faith,
Form:
Free verse
A Maskil by Anil
Themes that span every emotion
Schemes and plans of enemies
No rhyme but every reason
To thank Creator God for victories
Lord Thy Love bathed us for generations
Lord Thou, ever faithful, so merciful
Lord, without Thee, hate and humiliations
Would be our cup. Worship God Eternal
(Selah! A musical term, or pause)
We praise Him dawn & dusk, First Cause
Categories:
meditations, arabic, art, emotions, jewish,
Form:
Free verse