Best Perceptive Poems
the fragility of a flower
quavering in autumn's draft
infallibly will succumb
to the rime of night
the capability to shield it
prevails in your hands
if only to prolong its life
from the foreordained path
imagine your own life
retained in your hands
your trembling fingers
grasping the tips of needles
wary of each droplet
perceptive to the fortuity
that each could mean
extended life or inevitable death
listen to the wise
see life through perceptive eyes
wisdom is your prize
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January 9th, 2016
If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.
The unbridled mind turns into a predator animal
Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity
Chases the prey on the track made by brutal craving
The basic instincts morph into entities base and virile.
Deflected from the course shown by the moral compass
Time plunges the being in the vortex of vicious storm
Breaking it down into discarded debris of wreckage
While the voice of God echoes in conscience unheard.
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence
The construct of divine elements almighty chooses
Manifest magnificently suffused with heavenly essence
Within the trinity of coalescing body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
The mind builds all the dreams it desires to see
Allured by aspirations into the dark unawareness
It suffers wandering in the wilderness of barren life.
Under the convolute layers of the clouded mind
At the sinister inner depth resides the gloomy soul
Until awareness dawns with the light of eternal truth
Builds unbetrayed the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life
An inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spiritualism
Takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation
Where consciousness perceives the meaning of existence.
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April 19, 2022
Contest : Soul Betrayal
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
A cautious young lady in Garden Gate
brings her pug when she goes on a date
One bark: He’s nice
Two barks: Thinks twice
Three barks: Run before it’s too late!
genetic aesthetics -
relative relations
where is the pill dear
It's in our heart, us to know
follow word wise to make
Come sit and vibe with me,
With an open mind receptacle;
Listen to my pouring out of positivity
And to what you may find acceptable:-
Oh, in the challenges of life,
We must put all things in perspective;
Particularly those that bring about strife,
And propels us into being self-reflective:-
Perspective prepares personal preservation.
Heeding one to stop putting self down in demoralization:-
No! drop your bucket of emptiness into the well of hope,
Collecting healing waters to wash away anger’s slope:-
No longer allow your spirit to drown in abject negativity;
With waters of spiritual hope, keep it afloat with positivity:-
Know that as a child of God, you are worthy of forgiveness;
Thus, in this awareness, forgive yourself in humble gratefulness:-
Do not allow painful, erroneous choices to shackle you in depressive agony;
With divine wisdom and guidance, raise yourself, lingering on hope’s balcony:-
No longer attempt to run away and abandon your life’s blessed fulfilled shelf;
Rather, seek to rise on the exceptional onderful oneness of your life’s cleft:-
The final perspective is this: know that in life, there will always be times of worry;
Always be true to God and self, for He will always bless you with healing glory:-
Hey, get spiritually risen, and look into that mirror of your heart’s mind and see,
Another one of God’s created cherished creatures, looking back smiling at thee:-
The whispers were faint at first,
Now they've become regular chatterboxes.
I hear them behind the eyes of passerbyers,
As they believe they'll go unnoticed...
I see their black smokey like tendrils
Slowly stretching out to touch me,
But are quickly repulsed as if
Touching burning coals, or a burning light.
These walks in the darkness especially after rain,
Cool under foot, as reflections remind of
Daily doings and the things that can go unnoticed.
As I'm being consumed by personal desires
And the everyday chase for everyday things,
Yes, the chatter gets louder with wanting pleas,
But they grow much fainter with self control.....
I know who I am.
I’ve got a problem, I’m not ordinary.
I see things that are transparent.
And I never clap with the rest.
I know there are ghosts everywhere.
Some are real and some man-made.
If it’s funny I will laugh, if it’s not
I won’t pretend. I’m not here to make
Up the numbers, I’m not a statistic.
I know nothing bad will happen and
I’m not naive enough to be a sensation.
I think I’ve done something, that’s more
than the average Joe. I don’t sleep-walk.
I’m conscious every waking moment.
I can smell a lie. I’m special, perceptive.
A knowledgeable idiot, alive. Are you?
David Cox 08/02/21
V-ery
K-ind
K-een
A-uthor's
N-ame
N-icely
I-mplements
A-nother
P-erceptive
P-oem
A-bout
N-obility
Topic: Birthday of poet Dr. V. K. Kanniappan (October 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic