Best Mindful Poems
Mindful
Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.
Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a lighthouse beacon hovering,
Charts rocks and shoals through clear oceans insight,
Every nerve exposed in circumspection
Sometimes cringing in wary expose
Often basking in the light touch of satisfaction
As niggling prophecy finds confirmation in revelation
Throwing off the blinded penury of antonyms,
Embracing flashing synonyms of wisdom,
Tears of the heedful heart touch drab puzzles poverty
To polish with refinement’s shine burnished enthusiasm
For the incandescent dancing mindful
Then banish chary strobes of destitute indifference
Reaching beyond self-centered parentheses.
A lantern of thoughtfulness in floodlights
Of full harvest shared – no scattered crumbs of bread
Baked to stone in scathing flashes of the false
Eloquent vigilant splendor - never morning extinguished –
Torch to awaken lambent radiance of clarity’s joy,
Identity of the pilgrim heart, ejects sightless shades
Mindfulness blends the conscious scattered fragments
For Mosaics in clear lit portraits of charity's open hands
Throwing off the numb stalker branded carelessness
Born of intentional ignorance
Seeker’s actuated incentive to the attentive –
To hear! To see! To feel! To move in birth!
Action invigorated by accentuated humility of grace.
Date Written 6-10-21
Best #1 Poem - September 2021
1st place Trophy Win Poetry Contest - Mindful
Included in Poetry Soup Anthology - It's Still Poetry
I can offer you sympathy,
try to feel you through empathy.
But if you take it for granted,
silence will be your remedy.
Remember the seeds you planted,
when unnourished will bloom slanted.
Hearts yearn for balanced devotion,
like birds sharing what they chanted.
When there is too much commotion,
tears seem to fall in slow motion.
Will you give my soul an embrace,
try to sense its deep emotion?
Ego only portrays disgrace.
Some actions are hard to replace.
Judgement is harshly negative.
Selflessness should be your showcase.
When the conscience seems tentative,
your heartbeats become expletive.
But if you've helped quench someone's thirst,
the thoughtful become sensitive.
Before the heart and soul immerse,
the eyes observe compassion first.
Awareness brings sweet harmony.
A purpose that should be well versed.
My desk is all of a shamble
My garden is full of bramble
Does this show me to be
High in ability
Or just a bad example
So, if I tidy up the mess
Would my intelligence be less
Would I be a social turd
Misunderstanding each word
Just like a politician ... yes?
Einsteins Quote :
If a cluttered desk, signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
Penned 17 April 2015
I've always showered
care on ungrateful trees,
the ones that bloomed
and the ones that withered.
I watered them anyway.
In this chaotic world,
compassion is made slavery,
chained with entitlement
and false lovebites,
yet my tender heart
endures through the raid
and self-inflicted questions
of why I have to succumb
to an endless tide.
Sometimes in regret of why
goodness chose me as its heir,
I flip out, leaving the throne empty.
Though I wage wars not to be
kind anymore, I find myself retreating.
In the end, it is nature's course for me.
But should I drown in empathy
that l lose my mind? My use or
willingness to set boundaries
and say No when the shoes
don't fit my legs? For I have
been in the watch house
without looking. It took me
courage and self-awareness
to glare beyond the boiling surface.
I washed my eyes in
discernment and worth,
to dive past the silent suck.
I befriended clarity and in her depth,
I learnt to work with both minds.
For kindness doesn't exist to
drain me but help me find my path.
So I dished portions of bitter
sour soups to users and
drummers without rhythm,
Just to test their intent
and they smiled at its
sweetness.
They would forge a life in
death just to drain the
remaining water in my
well. I let them go in
thirst because there's barely
a drop left for me and my heart
has now tested the rough edges
of the valleys and the shape
of my eyes have been born anew.
So conscious, it wouldn't flinch
if dust was thrown in it.
And the lovers that used to ride
on my patchless boat, they have
now drowned, since the engines only
worked in the purity of their needs.
It is not I that led them to
destruction, It is their greed.
I offered them bandages still,
I showed them the path,
I directed them through the journey,
I didn't go with them else they would
make me lose my way and distract
me from the gold mine in front.
My peace has never been this full.
Full of happiness and Bluebells.
I am a Watchman that sees
through the dark forest and
I shall live a long life setting
those standards.
Still an heir to the throne
now I sit with an eagle eye.
My soul in good deeds
will never be used again.
Me
and my
mindfulness.
My present thoughts,
the sounds and feelings;
a sort of deep meditation,
whether standing or sitting down
I am aware of the moment and sounds.
Right now a wild wind is blowing outside,
it is howling and screaming through the trees.
But when it takes a rest there is deep silence,
and a soft murmuring of background noises.
I smell lavender from a candle burning,
there is tranquility within my home.
I like the feel of my work chair,
the satin feel of the wood;
there is a cold draft.
Love this mindful,
day within,
me.
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February 8, 2019
Poetry/Shape/Mindful of Moments
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1113-056-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Mindfulness
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
When you pick a pen and paper to write
A line or two, or poem you feel just right
In your heart you feel, in your mind you think
The best you will give, your heart and soul’s link.
So you let the feelings flow from your heart
Use all the words to form a work of art
You write down and smile, when it’s one of joy
Cry when it is sad, still words you employ.
So you write and write, till you feel it’s right
Then you stop and read, now it’s taken flight
The words you have written have formed a life
It can heal or kill, start or quash a strife.
Be mindful then, your heart and soul is right
When you pick a pen and paper to write.
31 March 2015
MINDFUL OF SOLAR ECLIPSE
He’s coming with his dark glasses
and dizzying smile
He’s stopping by for a minute or two
a minuet of manic joy
He covers the sun with his steady hand
she tingles with trepidation
Will she be blotted out from his employ
she wipes off sweat as he passes by
Merely a warning of end times
dark days of deepened sin
We watch with amusement
arm in arm on love boats
Standing in main line parks
finding the perfect spot
Would we find the perfect standing of our heart
a bond with the patient perfect God
When the cross covered the earth in darkness
men of old took note
When the stone rolled away from the sun
the eclipse was eradicated
Emblematic pain or joy of your soul
gaze up with future foretold
8/21/2017
An unrhymed couplet
Strand’s Standard Contest NO 30
1st Place
Always keep space within your heart,
for life's unexpected brand new starts.
Quote - Poet’s own
In my dream I saw an angel
Hovering o’er my bed
Light was gleaming from her halo
Here are the words she said.
“I found out your heart is troubled
That you’re wishing for deathly
I am our dear Lord’s messenger
Sent down to bestow rest.”
She laid her hands upon my chest
Then recited prayer
I felt the pain flow from my heart
My mind cleared of despair.
The angel flew out the window
Blowing a goodbye kiss
Then I slumbered on peacefully
In ethereal bliss.
I felt heart gentle when I woke
I’m eye mindful at last
Life has become spectacular
Now it’s truly a blast.
Mindfulness shows us the way,
self-aware through night and day.
Ego urges deflect thought,
thus its best, to be self-taught.
Exiting game of shadows,
we graze in heaven’s meadows.
Erst fears and desires renounced,
lower mind is here now trounced.
Knowing love alone real,
fickle cravings lose appeal.
That that does not come and go,
recognised in stillness slow.
Oh hermit, God in-dwells form,
felt as bliss magnetism warm.
Once cravings of ego shorn,
we as twice born, yet live on.
20-March-2022
"A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads,
let your eyes and mind dance in each moment,
to untie each one of those silken beautiful threads."
Quote by _ Constance
Have always had a gentle heart,
and will 'til the day I depart;
I have a peaceful quiet way,
my gentleness is here to stay.
I gather feelings in my soul,
oh, in nature I like to stroll;
I am in harmony with God,
with his creation I am awed !
With eye mindful I see this world,
each flower I view that unfurled;
each beautiful forest hued green,
respectful, heedful of each scene.
I am quite careful with feelings,
thoughtful in matters and dealings;
conscious of how words are perceived,
send love and love will be received !
Mindful Music – for contest
She sits
somewhere in her mind
accompanied
by music only she can hear
smiling
at those only she can see
rocking slowly
to the rhythm of memory
dancing
to music only she can hear.
John G. Lawless
10/3/2015
submitted to – So I thought of this line – Poetry contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts
thoughtless multitude
Great Pacific Garbage Patch ~
thoughtful attitude
It's a lingering mystery
What people are going through.
Everyday, we meet wounded, fragile souls
Who conceal sadness with smiles.
They've wrapped barricades around their glass hearts,
Stamped with a "No Tresspass" sign.
If we're patient enough,
They'll let us through with time.
With gentle hearts
And mindful eyes,
We watch out, reach out
And touch these broken and wounded folks.
We let them know they're not invisible,
That we see them, and hear them;
We show them that we care.
Just one big hug is enough
To lift their despondent spirits
And usher in bright rays of sunshine
Into their gloomy existence.
We meet so many
With bleeding wounds we'll never see
Without delving much deeper.
There's nothing wrong with asking
"Are you okay?"...
To excavate deeply buried catharsis,
To release withheld floodgates of pain.
With gentle hearts
And mindful eyes,
We take care of ourselves
And one another.
M-indful
H-eart
E-xpresses
L-ove
D-ivine
Z-ealously
D-oing
E-very
L-owly
F-orm
I-n
N-ice
O-rder
Topic: Birthday of Mheldz Delfino (March 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Mice arrived in my house
Maybe you are afraid
My aunty eat grilled mice
Must say that sounds nasty
Mickey Mouse dinner ... no
Mild hands will protect you
More courageous than most
20.04.2017
Sun : - A-L Andresen :)
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