Best Percolation Poems
Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24
It's not desire per say but the clinging
That stifles soul and stops heart from singing
Enlivening silence sets our souls free
Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree.
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Awaking from Stupor
Winter haze beats upon the door,
Drunken dreams cling to bitter cherries of midnight,
Before night sashays into white flurries of dawn
When dull eyes wrestle out of binding yesterdays,
And pink-purple pussywillow hallucinations,
Provoked
Awakened to dream
Throwing off phantoms of eiderdown illusions,
Dawning redeemed from the clutch of midnight shrouds,
Nascent emerges sipping sweet soul sunrises
Coaxed from aromas of grace,
From holographic hollow mazes,
While pale sleepwalking staggers into real
Returning with a rosy heartbeat flush
To leave in shadows lethargy of ragged pastels
Numb shades to retreat like useless ghosts
And cower in new auroras of primed breathless light,
Neon insights flash electric incentive,
Sparks ignite fertile tinder stored in silence,
Sentient eyes step into the womb reserved
For every new second purified
In percolation of harmonic animas –
Conscious and unconscious
Awake emergent -
Bliss consummated!
Categories:
percolation, dream, feelings, life, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
Unreason
- by Bob Atkinson
"... ode to those
who teach creative
writing at the
college level,
yet have not the
talent nor
understanding
required
to produce something
worthwhile ..."
to listen graciously
then turn away
feeling for the
first time
wonder at his
sayings
carries burdens
newly minted
for my life on lumpy
pavement
simply put this
wreck of words
drives not my lucid
statements
in fear of simple
castings made
those so hard to
correctly gage
find difficulty in
believing
what should or
shouldn't stand
feed me what to this
date
has not been allowed
percolation
to equate justice
circumcised
against wispy
thoughts berated
metaphors mixed
until complete
that nonsense we all
believe in
can only drive us
deeply down
a path toward firm
unreason
Categories:
percolation, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Quatrain
This world is filled with lies, deceit, and corruption
There are too many images of violence and destruction
As panic fills the beleaguered atmosphere
Everyone can sense fear
Right now I'm thinking of sorrow
I believe there's still hope for tomorrow
Through the silence the lies could be heard
I listened to them but didn’t hear a word
World Peace is a percolation problem
The problems of this world only God can solve them
I have one scream to echo
It’s a never-ending cry for help from my soul
It's time to bring people together, so we can bring about peace
In the name of Jesus we can get this done, so never let it cease
Peace is created with hand in hand together each and every race
Then we all will live in peace making the world be a better place
Psalm 34:14 Turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.
Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
James 4:1-2 What causes quarrels and what causes fights among you? Is it not this, that your passions are at war within you? You desire and do not have, so you murder. You covet and cannot obtain, so you fight and quarrel. You do not have, because you do not ask.
Categories:
percolation, god, hope, jesus, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
This morning in Aleppo
Was bloodshed
Gunshots, RPGs,
Bomb blast
Like the achaba suicide bomber
Of Kaduna
A little boy I Syria is running
To escape the shrapnel of
The shooter’s shells and mortars
A disillusioned almajiri is planting
Local explosives in a church
Somewhere in Borno.
My bedroom receives
Fresh percolation of sun rays
Early morning sun rays
It reminds me
How we used to sing do re mi
A female deer
A drop of golden sun
A name I call myself.
But where have they all gone?
The songs
Where have they gone?
Categories:
percolation, war, morning, sun,
Form:
Blank verse
November Hunt
David J Walker
I drink coffee
in the morning and
I’m grateful for the warm flowing
Of Rich and bitter/black liquid from
The cast-iron percolation jukebox
Perched on the edges of a dancing
Mesquite campfire
A flame addressing my needs
greets me
It knows my name and offers
A slight barrier to the mornings
Raw cold
Not enough
though an inch
Away from too much
Canada geese cross the sky
Landing in their feeding grounds as
Cayotes patiently await
Their field mice breakfast
To carelessly pass by
I know this game
The hunter and the hunted
There is a loaded shotgun
At my side
The geese and I will have
Another encounter
The sun is an orangish glow
In the eastern distance
Its warmth will flow
Like hot black coffee
later in the day
Categories:
percolation, allegory, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Stone winds are all in place
Filling entire surreal space
They are as if by divine grace
The mind they have in embrace
By stone winds number soul percolates through abyss
From there it continues to percolate until it reaches final bliss
Where by Goddess she is given a kiss
With cave of elements acting as to mouth of abyss epiglottis
But what if this bizarre percolation
Beyond imagination
Is just an element to next soul’s formation?
And this process continues until it finds per maximal dimension’s location
Categories:
percolation, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Cessation the way
Hollowing out mind body
The false drops away
Thus no doing done
As identity recedes
Our heart awakens
Attention does sway
Due to ego momentum
Our core unsteady
Our burning yearning
To align self with The One
Unfolds miracle
Joy percolation
Subtly and gently invades
Rapturising form
Fizz within that is
Is-ness of our being-ness
Boundless bliss within
05-October-2020
Categories:
percolation, spiritual,
Form:
Haiku
Love touch tender, leaves no hearts asunder
Fragrance enabling our souls expansion
Asks no questions; is itself the answer
An osmotic bliss throb percolation
Love begins, by softening attention
Aliveness innate, in playful caper
Embracing all, without hesitation
Love touch tender, leaves no hearts asunder
Devoid of anger, envy and slander
In and yet not within, life in motion
Magnetism divine, a benign thunder
Fragrance enabling our souls expansion
Love alone real, found in each vibration
Bridging chasms by power of prayer
The very purpose of Gods creation
Asks no questions; is itself the answer
Love rebinds, what the ego does sever
Let us make it our orientation
That never wavers, now and forever
An osmotic bliss throb percolation
Nestled thus in the void of cessation
The false falls away, layer by layer
Vibrant, healing light, our meditation
Bliss mist vapour, the divine vivifier
Love touch tender
26-April-2021
Categories:
percolation, love,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Touch of delight, throbbing from deep within
The purring, humming rapture ignition
Vivifies our form through each day and night
We sense our luminescence shining bright
Bestowed by rod of initiation
Magnetic currents deep percolation
Bubbling in peaked continuation
Being-ness from which we never alight
Touch of delight
Abiding in benign bliss explosion
Our ever present orientation
In eye of the storm, presence is quiet
Such is the wonder of our wingless flight
Transfixed thus in joyful bliss elation
Touch of delight
26-January-2021
Categories:
percolation, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau
Stretching our inner silence, grazed by tender bliss touch divine
We sense the osmotic percolation of a heavenly perfume
Fragrance sublime, to which no label we may assign
Is the magic within, how our heart lotus blooms
Spherical cognition, fusion of our senses
As the twin heart lotus opens up petal by petal
In synchronous exuberance, unified presence dances
Whilst we graciously imbibe elixir of the divine bestowed miracle
Outer polarity of our mind body melds with nature during spring
Gently swaying flowers drawing us closer by magnetism
Mirrored by the heart lotus within, that bliss brings
Each node in form, an electrified sensorium
In between the two lotuses facing each other
We feel a steady purring energy exchange toroidal
On entering therein, vivified by an elixirous divine bliss shower
Teleported to boundless, climaxing joy ineffable that has no parallel
13-March-2021
Flower or flowers in imagism poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
percolation, flower, spiritual,
Form:
Imagism
Upon internalising attention
The amplitude of oscillations slow
We sense an osmotic percolation
A fragrance divine, making our heart glow
As radiance of magnetism heightens
Combined with elixir of vibhuti
Our auric field, magically brightens
Essence of presence in serenity
Mind body vessel, becomes a temple
Our inner sentience blends in fusion
Aspect of oneness, shaped on the mantle
Bliss continuum orientation
Moment to moment, all moments entwined
Joy epitome, no meaning assigned
02-February-2021
Categories:
percolation, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Slow understanding
Assimilation
By percolation
Osmotically
Layer by layer
Caterpillar
To butterfly
Let latent heat
Gently transform
The ego
Ignorant
Agitates
Let calm
Within
Be
21-November-2020
Categories:
percolation, spiritual,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Love dripping
Gently seeping
Into each pore
Keeping no score
Slow percolation
Arousing compassion
In our heart
Now all one, none apart
Was it this way
In earlier days
Perhaps not
Yet if we forgot
Once upon a time
When misaligned
We were head centric
Irritable & eccentric
Now to heart, the shift
No longer adrift
Earth life discord
No bridge to ford
Joyful spree
In each entrée
This world a dream
As desires stream
Destiny soul agreement
Yet here discontentment
The enigma
Because of our amnesia
So, breathe easy
In tranquil calm lazy
26-December-2020
Categories:
percolation, life, muse, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Slow,
steady,
osmotic
percolation
of divine nectar,
felt within us purring:
heightened delight renewal,
gripping us in blissful rapture;
teasing, lingering, loving caress,
suffused thus with the elixir replete.
Cognisance of bliss throb felt in silence,
upon resting thoughts that agitate;
open heart embracing the joy,
without ego resistance.
Doing nothing, we yet
feel the shift within.
Form magnetised,
vibrant love
thus fills
us.
23-November-2020
Categories:
percolation, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Etheree
Doing what we do as a doer, we tend to sway
Owing to lower ego urges thus interfering
Knowing seeing is believing, as scriptures say
Becoming by non-doing, presence free flowing
Delighting in myriad hues of love manifest
Vivifying elixir divine, magnetising our form
Transcending mind body by ceasing to resist
Imbibing waves of ineffable bliss in swarms
Resting thought, abiding in pure awareness
Emptying out consciousness contracting toxins
Going along with the flow of love in blissfulness
Dancing with joy as bliss throb within heightens
Beginning thus in pristine stillness and silence
Transitioning to fullness by bliss percolation
Scintillating is the purity of childlike innocence
Drawing in divine grace in playful celebration
22-November-2020
Categories:
percolation, spiritual,
Form:
Lento