Best Presence Poems
I walked into a meadow
Such beauty did I see
Turns out it's been here
All this time
Revealed so gently
I walked into a meadow
Tamed in part
Yet mostly wild
I skipped among the flowers
Felt the freedom of a child
I walked into a meadow
Shared the warmth
Of her caress
The sunlight of her radiance
A view designed to bless
I walked into that meadow
Without purpose
Soon to learn
A heart can hold more love inside
Than out can ever earn
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gray as it may sound, i pluck
a morsel of star's daring light,
this is where i want to be... in a
stretch of spontaneous rhythm with
my wired body clamped from the noise
and haze of days' pages, pulling me into
puppet strings of gods who never
knew the magic of human sensibilities.
if trees can entwine with their
own lemon leaves so so sweetly,
and hummingbirds hug the breeze in
a stretch of flight luring a neutral
night, i must be at the center of
my constellation tiptoeing
upon grasses with a lick of wine
on the neck and a pirouette of some
whirl of a dance.. i go thirsty
for the fluid rawness of my need
to simply be.
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nette onclaud
i see.
i hear.
i feel.
i touch.
i see His glory disclosed.
i hear the rage of His voice.
i feel His ripening breath.
i see.
i hear.
i feel.
i touch.
realty is when i `m in His presence.
Cat howling, after
Midnight, before dawn, is darker than sound,
Made when no ones ‘round.
Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul, deep as a midnight sky,
with remote star clusters beaming.
She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness.
Though we can't lay hands on her,
she wanders free within our grasp,
For the ancient inn beguiles us still
in the labyrinths of our minds.
They slip inside in silence
a quiet, gentle whisper
and gather in the presence
of ordinary women.
Surrounding them with reverence
angelic wings enfolding
they listen to petitions
raised up in pure devotion.
As humble prayers are lifted
to God in sweet communion
His messengers will take them
above, like priceless treasures.
The Spirit, ever leading
it pierces all the darkness
the enemy is fleeing
from mighty words, now spoken.
Power, there is great power
in heads bowed down together
that reach beyond this hour
to His everlasting Presence.
Written on 11/19/2015
Each night when looking into the night sky
there faraway it remains always that star sparkling
Breathless echoes enchanting whispers escape
Back over moonbeams floating within the cradle held
Inside the mirrored reflections dancing upon waves
starry eyed pearls colour from the rainbow out love
Friends..
Take us just as we are;
The rough and the smooth.
Accepted and loved.
With nothing to prove.
Friends..
Need us too;
Or that's what we hope.
Ask yourself this:
Are you sick, phat or dope?
Friends..
Gather together in twos, threes or fours.
Uplifting each other.
House and hearts;
Open doors.
Friends..
Share the mountainous journey,
the struggles, the views.
Friends are honest and patient.
All colours.
All hues.
Friends..
Whoever they are, whatever they're like;
Be they short, wide or lanky,
called Steph, Steve or Mike..
We should give as we take
and be present, for sure..
..as our friends are forever.
And maybe.. some more.
absence of sound is the deepest void,
where silence reigns farthest spots,
in that silence is heart beat of thought,
swirling colours of hope, mist of dreams
the din of noise like a turbulent gale,
sweeps away benevolence of such purity,
seedlings of truth germinate in quiet,
when eyes are closed and mind at rest,
when breath recounts the value of life,
mind remembers the time that is lost,
time that only clocks the material,
because in the void there is no time,
so void it was when it all began,
void it will be when it all shall end,
between the voids is myth of presence,
absolute reality is total absence of all!
find that void that binds us all together,
in that void is silence and voice of God!
Premier contest winner (6)
written 8/08/2021
The Void poetry contest
free verse
Unseeking Seeker sponsored
God’s presence in my life daily is my soul's utmost desire
Such assures me of His love that’s always on fire
Caring and comforting me as His compassions require
Every time I wake up, till even when at night, I retire.
Peace I pray to reign over my soul in God’s presence surely
As His forgiven child by faith in Christ truly
His calmness conquers my fearful heart sweetly
Every time harsh crises surround me tremendously.
In God’s presence is where my soul finds freedom indeed
Fellowshipping with Him, unmindful of time to exceed
While I trust Him earnestly to meet my need
Every time I seek Him so my spirit He can feed.
Joy wraps my soul in God’s presence toward eternity
Dispelling my thoughts of anguish and anxiety
His bliss envelops me with His warm security
Every time He fills me with His gladness’ certainty.
Divine guidance in God’s presence keeps my soul settled
He leads me to His authority where I’m safely handled
His wisdom directs me against being deceived and rattled
Every time I entrust my weary mind that’s embattled.
Holy pursuits hedge my soul around God’s presence*
Away from Him, my goals will have no value or sense
I need His standards to push me toward noble persistence
Every time worldliness pulls me down by its alluring insistence.
Victory awaits my soul in God’s presence thru His power
That prods me forward in my service as His called sower
To bear fruits yielded by my sacrifices blooming as a flower
Every time He rains blessings to me from His heavenly tower.
*1Chronicles 16:27 Glory and honour are in his (GOD's) presence; strength and gladness are in his place.
December 16, 2018
Edited on December 16, 2O22
1st place, "Our souls wish list" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 12/27/2022.
With every new day, love finds a way
Molding it from the beginning like a colorful bouquet
Both of us willing to do the work that builds a pathway
To that special place where love lives on display
Giving it to God when we bow our heads to pray
Taking on presence in our lives like foreplay
Building a foundation made of gold
One that will support us as we grab a hold
Of what warms us inside and keeps us from the cold
Always willing to take the time
To live true love that we design
Making sure we have seen the right signs
Building trust in each other that helps us unwind
What goes on living in our minds
Realizing love is far from a perfect rhyme
It takes dedication and commitment to keep it in time
With every new day, love finds its way
Like a beautiful sunset across the bay
Having no regrets from our yesterdays
It's far from a picnic in full play
Creating forever love that is here to stay
Dancing through life like a perfect ballet
God’s Presence
I pray for peace, my worldly goal
That each and ev’ry sacred soul
Will feel the essence of your might,
To feel your presence day and night
1-17-20
Arbitrium Divisa 6 Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Judged on 1-27-2020
1-10-20
In Praise of God Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Poem this verse was taken from is “In Praise of God”
Impressions of mist,
Condensation fingerprints;
Traces of moisture.
Graceful
Like an iris
Touched by the morning light
The subtle sense of the presence
Of God
Your favour and mercy very tender
Why you give them to me i still wonder
Then i realise its the grace am under
It does all things for me even clears your anger
Which helps me cry Abba-father
Your voice i hear in silence
Sometimes i doubt with pretence
Knowing fully well its you
Waiting for what to do
My very thought you read
Providing the things i need
All i ever ask is for you to take the lead
And be my guardian
Or give me a custodian
So as not to be a weed
Which is uprooted and made a feed
But make me a mammoth
That people can stay around and build a small hut