Best Partakes Poems
A garden presents a most beautiful sight
When seen from afar in a much broader light,
For there in a setting with all that surrounds,
Its total of beauty and color abounds.
To observe much too closely, study and dwell,
Inspect every flower and leaf very well,
Will quickly cancel the powerful presence
Of unified form with divergent essence.
Then we are bound to observe those objections—
The scattered, meaningless small imperfections
Of petals and blossoms and leaves not so fair;
Lose sight of the wonderful whole that they share.
We can also apply this to those we love,
And sometimes must separate, step back enough,
To view the grand total of gifts which combine
To create an image of balanced design,
And appreciate well those colors which are
A bit subtle up close but strong from afar.
So trite imperfections get lost in the ray
Of the aura of wholeness seen from away.
And so like the grand garden’s totality,
When we stand back to thoroughly look and see,
We will vision with awe a marvelous view…
Total beauty and depth now perceived anew.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Hidden Beauty
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Judged: 02/04/2015
Quote: Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop,
a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole,
and partakes of the perfection of the whole.”
How many are realities? Is a question,
How many one actually wants? Is option?
Monism, like single-focus telescope, stands firm,
While dualism, like binoculars, less confirm...!
I who see the flower observe the bee as well,
That, like unidentified guest, within it dwell;
I focus on flower, yet, bee I don't ignore,
Bee and bloom are harmonious; in union soar...!
Absolute is one; from that utmost have all come,
Flies, bees, birds, animals, reptiles - those speak or dumb;
Existing in any habitat they do preach,
Of the truth, to which, these all ultimately reach...!
Multiplicity must give way to simplicity,
Souls-convergence should erase all complexity;
My body and soul are in me; I am in them;
If one has no life in it, won't thing turn mayhem...?
Universe is a gadget that gladly partakes,
The great principle of Brahma, who makes and breaks;
To diminish every divisibility,
And bring in indissoluble pure unity...!
Advaita - body-mind one - beings become whole,
Parmatma in atma dwells as a cosmic soul;
Can one remove blood from flesh or heat from fire?
Each in each one; all in all; Agape grows higher...!
10 August 2022
Non-dual awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
A stranger on a distant shore
Sailing, a tall tower along the
trembles, of an open sea
I look and see with vision and
wonder, where my destiny partakes
A traveler of a vessel, in the distance
glory
I jump, I leap, breathing in the salty
air
Wind flowing gently along my face
Embraced with laughter, we gather
to dance and sing
The night chilled air brings a sense
of melancholy
An echantment of sorts disturbes
the embarkment, of my sense of
security
A stillness falls into my heart,as it
starts to beat faster
An essence of sadness emanates
withen my soul
I look up at the nights sky seeing
spirit take flight
I look to others
We breathe together
We embrace each other as we cry
We all fly to the heavens golden
glory
Under the darkened sea
Taryn Thompson email
[email protected]
Shavuos, a holiday with two different faces
One in an uncultivated desert
The other on a cultivated farm...
On Shavuos itself Jews soar to the highest of heights
But this poem's about the run-up, pre-flight
For it's all about how well you prepare
that determines the outcome when you get there
God whisked Israel from Egypt to Sinai in 45 days
Then gave them the Torah without undue delay
One face of Shavuos is therefore called 'Weeks'
Jews count seven of them, then on Sinai God speaks...
The Festival of First Fruits takes five years to evolve
For the first three, there's no touching a tree
In the fourth year, that fruit tree is holy
In the fifth year, in Jerusalem, Israel partakes, finally
What is the reason for these two different faces
God didn't tell us, He left us no traces
But I think there's a lesson: We reap what we sow
~ The longer we anticipate, the more we grow
~Dancing Faeries~
( Monorhyme poem)
As I see the land on the prarie
I'm here just sneaking on faerie
They all swirl and dance so merry
til they see a troll thats really scary
Then they all soar and hide with Carey
He'll cover them and be very wary
Meanwhile the rest waltz with Dery
Til' the faerie Queen arrives with Gery
She smiles and partakes sweet cherry
And forest fills of mirth and cheerie
As the faerie Queen dances also with Barry
And gracefully spins and swirls so airy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.25.2016
Signal sweet sights
Pain pressures plight
Asking appeals
Reach ripe reveal
Keep kindred kind
Leave lousy lines
Endings entwine
Succinct sound stakes
Prime print partakes
Apt aim attest
Rich robust rest
Kind keepsake knot
Linger late lot
Embrace embloc
See-saw splendour
Peace prize plunders
Axe agenda
Real rider rows
Kneeling knave knows
Learn lots lively
Endure envy
Sight settles sound
Prize pays profound
Align around
Right response rounds
Knave keeping knight
Latent love lights
Etchings excite
Sparkling signs speak
Pleasure proofs peak
Appoint ample
Roomy rustle
Knock kind knuckles
Leisure little
Expound evil
Sexy soothes signs
Progress plain prime
Aiming aligns
Rapture reaps rhymes
Kind keep kindles
Lines leap lovely
Echoes empty
Leon Enriquez
01 Apr 2014
Singapore
“If a child's mother be wisdom, his Father is pleased!”
The word of wisdom is mother as love,
If child’s mother is found in wisdom’s words,
Mother speaks wisdom from Father above,
Lively mother exalts in life’s word surge.
As child partakes in milk of it’s mother,
His exhale wisdom of her, shall promote,
He bonds with her, she shan’t ever smother,
She shall correct errors of foolish quotes.
`O hear the words of precept, "Agape",
“Enter into pathway of narrow strait,
Manifest wisdom, concept Love’s copy.”
Concept the precept, the Immaculate,
Ponder a pathway for beautiful feet,
Deny strives of boils in festers of seethe!”
For contest: Mother
In Honor of: Constance La France
By john moses freeman
I write upon my twisted trails of fairytales
Whereby some arcane beauty is defined
As meek blonde girls sweeping the coals
No chance to dance at balls
Hoping only for pity from some magic elf
Or a royal's fetish for tiny feet
But now she's shattering those mirrors of deceit
crossing out lies left too long on the shelf
She needs no prince to break her walls
No damsel wrote this scroll
while the black haired adventurer partakes of wine
riding on backs of disappearing whales
whose red shadows splash over purple pirate sails
by colors erupting outside gray lines
as she cuts holes in paper souls
of heartless paper dolls
Once she rescues herself from this passive pale self
she will quiver the air with her drumbeats
2/1/21
'I Write Upon' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic guarantee.
BEHOLD, tis fortes air, breathes content,
weighed thy heartbeats, tempos augment
impressed moods, thy amour be sent
meant lovers twain souls gleam, assent
thy course treats fair, thy issue spent.
Serendipitous time errant,
thine art grand resolve thy arms bent,
caressing untouched hearts invent
distant tests and trials, relent
thine lips, intimate kiss advent.
FORSAKE thine naught our past mistakes,
indulgence sought hearts for our sakes,
soften tones merged spirits partakes,
resumed innate instinct awakes,
forming trust fusion overtakes.
Suffer our ascent, farther takes
gift deeply, frothed measure inflates
ardor ties revive, blissful fates
balanced fragile hearts insulates,
assured embraced love gravitates.
HAIL youthful thoughts in elder heads,
man tests, steads boy within, joy spreads,
astir thee dreamers from their beds,
recite poems of their misreads,
dawn assails starred twilights to shreds.
Unspool thy sunrise; rays shone threads
day, strings purpled veins thy night's steads,
pump life ballads, hymnal bloodsheds
squander blues, swapping sparkled reds,
gloom bides thy shift whilst clung gold treads.
VIEW love gifts thee thy lamps, soft coats
pure sought breeze, mild trace, handful floats,
tis thy time spreads trend, loom moon draws
waft breeding told claims, thy hour thaws,
cares borne thy primes spills yon be culled.
Crowns thy verse brushed lobes set are lulled,
rouge mouths favor Cupid's pierced aim,
Cherubs lyre naught burnt Rome, thou blame
flamed trails, lust swells lovers tender
tinged warmed hearts, goeth thee, their splendor.
Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on
The kids are busy getting set for school
One is still trying to get homework done
The others are taking things really cool
And the beat of life goes on
Now all sit around the breakfast table
To fuel themselves for the day's action
Each consumes what he or she is able
And the beat of life goes on
Dad leaves the home for his workplace early
Mom patiently checks the kids one by one
To ensure that for school each is ready
And the beat of life goes on
Dad is at work earning his salary
Kids are at school getting education
Mom is at home with some chores she's busy
And the beat of life goes on
It's suppertime now for the family
And it's filled with lively conversation
Each one partakes of the meal heartily
And the beat of life goes on
After supper, mom tidies the kitchen
Then joins the rest watching television
Later, for next day each starts preparing
And the beat of life goes on
The kids get busy with their assignment
Mom and Dad continue to linger on
They chat a bit about now the day went
And the beat of life goes on
Then finally they all head off to bed
For much needed sleep and relaxation
To refresh each for the new day ahead
And the beat of life goes on
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Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on
This genteel lady contemplates,
A pensive glance across each page.
Her book by choice; deliberates.
This novel from a bygone age,
A sad romantic love affair.
With wistful smile, then vacant look,
Partakes the comfort of a chair.
As perfume lingers on the book,
Imagination will impart,
This fantasy inside her head.
A young girl with a broken heart.
Her handsome suitor, she thinks dead.
Some time goes by, more teardrops flow.
With gentleness i brush her face,
A smile appears and then i know.
Once more she's played with style and grace,
An actress with the leading role.
Sweet memories, are fading fast,
This library, it soothes the soul
Since days of splendour, long gone past.
She waves and curtsies; no ones there.
A far off voice inside my head,
Broke memories we both did share.
Wake up! It's time to go, it said.
8/ 10/ 2015.
The day does start
When the sun awakes
No clouds in sight
But the wind partakes.
The breeze is warm
And the leaves will dance
The sky above
Leaves you in a trance.
Flowers in bloom
The buzzing is near
New life begins
For summer is here.
Who is he that watches for the light of the night that will span the sky to lighten the earth
and partakes in the stillness of silence which precedes the arrival of natures shadows that
will stand down and observe the restoration of dawn.
A sounds cape of night’s imagery with magical interludes will entertain prior to the enchanting forest
musical suite composed by the choral sounds of birds that relish the oneness of solitude and freedom.
Not from near but from a distance one can hear the calling of the loons which echoes across the
pond in attempt to allure a mate which activates others to do so and begin their ensemble.
When the moon desires to frolic and wants to view the feature that nature presents, it will cast its nightlight upon the basin of the terrain where by the characters perform their dance and sing in harmony.
Perhaps one may be fortunate to hear a repertoire of nightingales, but it is the most fortunate one to have heard the great horned owl …that is who!
Poetry Soup
It’s a bit like stone soup
Remember? that old
story of famine
where everyone brings
a parcel of whatever they have
and throws it in.
PoetrySoup offers a banquet
for every taste.
Each contributor partakes
each taste is unique
yet all are fed.
No one leaves hungry.
Aggressive, befitting candor,
defies empathetic fervor.
Grave honesty is just,
kindness literally must not.
Omen partakes ***** retribution,
savoring tantamount usurpation.
Vulgar words expound,
yields to zero