Best Pulse Poems
I am the heart of our love
built for the beauty of your dance
I feel you in every atom of my awareness,
a muscle of desire pumping to caress your luscious madness
without the current of your fresh fragrance I have no romance, only sadness,
my strength suffers without the tempo of temptation you provide
in the nature of your elegant warmth is where I reside
you speed and sparkle through me like red beams of paradise,
excited by the euphoria of your burning froth I feel wild and wise...
I pulse in the ecstacy of your sacred strength
my rhythm unleashed, I soar wild and free in you
untouched yet, the hurt of it bites hard
your solitude my temple, I beat gentle in it's silence
veiled wants, they chant on the dharma of our needs
teasing our restraint, as destinations remap to the universes we build
I glow in the dark of your waiting, I thrive in our potent future
feeding prayers and teaching destiny
waiting for you as I always have
beating for you as I always will -
A Collaboration From The Quills Of Justin & Bindu
One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last,
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above -
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
There is a pulse.
One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them,
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
There is a pulse.
One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
There is a pulse.
This sunset of peach crowns the bay, aglow
While Manila lies in tropical bliss
This region bustling with tunes as nights flow
Along street cafes where friends reminisce.
The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks prancing on rhumba beats to unveil
My city agleam... near a harbor bright.
Modern yet quaint, this scene is my life’s art
Afloat like an isle of eclectic flair,
Robed in temples,parks of inner child’s heart
For this dwelling charms with beauty to share.
In my abode of pearled Oriental grains,
Manila pulsates in festive refrains.
Where Are You From Contest
Sponsor: Joseph Soper
* Manila ( Philippines)
Here in this wrecked house
passion's corrupted
and there’s molded love
in the cracks of the threshold...
tragic are the echoes within.
The air is infected with the stench
of rotting hope...rotting dreams...
Scents suffocate and I am apt to scream...
but the silence is just too loud...
time is stressing with its second guessing
Yet, when I close my eyes,
these dire walls are dressed in lights,
teasing with glimpses of familiar eyes…
recalling love... that holds no reflection in the mirror.
I once dared to walk in love's parallel world
and the ache in each step weakened the whole of my heart...
yet, there were times I would have lain with death
as it’s shameful concubine.
Now I live each day…going in circles...
wearing this mask of nonsense
fooling many...only love and I know the truth...
I am wounded and all within has been broken…
just waiting to be eulogized
Cadence
Nature dances in the cadence of grace
In hypnotic snows descending
Or raindrops steady patter
In symphonies of metered tides
That match the rhythmic heartbeat
Drawing spindrift of the heart into fusion.
Grace never slumbers in hibernation,
Nor does the pulse of consecrated mercy sleep
Abiding in the orbit of the seasons
Harmonic vibrations of celestial seeds
Flow from the eternal’s pulsing passion
In steady beats of melodic call and respond.
Grace breathes in measured breaths of compassion
In the tempo of prevailing winds
In sync with chirping poetry of avian songs
Like forgiveness breathing in then out
In even patterns of enduring peace
Nature dances in the cadence of grace.
2-3-23
Contest: C Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
** Neither Silent Nor Still **
With you…by you…in you
Lord,
I never found silence
To be stillness.
With you, silence is
elevating, escalating,
Eternally
An ongoing current — a soundless ocean
With an unending
Roll-over of crested waves,
But silent with the pulse of my soul.
In silence I found
The heart of God, but
Therein God heard
The Voice of my devotion —
Heart to heart —
His tenderly spoken
response
Heard within a silence
By an inner ear
With the moving grace
Of a full embrace of utter peace,
Which was not still, but
Cradling held, a hint of floating
With a consuming quiet joy
That I turn and turn over
In memory to
Repeat
the rhythm-breathing
Communion…Alleluia! Come
Alleluia, Abba! All Love is yours —
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(c) sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God
In the middle
In the midst
Of this bureaucratic
Heart
Pumping
Paper
Ideas
The pulse
Of this great nation
In the middle
In the midst
Of me
its glorious magi
deer standing in the heather -
connection is deep
pulse of
buddhist
enlightenment
posted on August 31, 2018
WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST
Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before filthy shades of earth stand like a knight
to whoever dares, forgetting crime as I fight!
Even to ember flames of days, I... brave to step and chase
for if deep the earths' steep it births you: "my sunshine",
I keep forth to reap a mirth: me being with you.
Black as coal creep, it rebirth night that seeps the signs
but later sun peeps, its smile girths our blues.
To a new life, new day, I faithfully consign
with burning daylight as my sweep leap to have you...
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~~5th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
11:02 pm. April 24, 2015
one's life is to be dominated
by love, and compassion, even
toward one's enemies
Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?
The morning breeze was your nativity,
an afternoon garden, your sepulchre.
My tears welled up like dew,
till in my abandoned heart your rune grew:
this memento of love,
this spray of withered roses.
Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The earth and the heavens remained unknown to me,
My mother's bosom was my only world.
Her embraces communicated life's joys
While I babbled meaningless sounds.
During my infancy if someone alarmed me
The clank of the door chain consoled me.
At night I observed the moon,
Following its flight through distant clouds.
By day I pondered earth’s terrain
Only to be surprised by convenient explanations.
My eyes ingested light, my lips sought speech,
I was curiosity incarnate.
Excerpt from Rumuz-e bikhudi (“The Mysteries of Selflessness”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Like a candle fending off the night,
I consumed myself, melting into tears.
I spent myself, to create more light,
More beauty and joy for my peers.
Longing
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord, I’ve grown tired of human assemblies!
I long to avoid conflict! My heart craves peace!
I desperately desire the silence of a small mountainside hut!
Life Advice
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This passive nature will not allow you to survive;
If you want to live, raise a storm!
Destiny
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Isn't it futile to complain about God's will,
When you are indeed your own destiny?
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The pulse
Rises fast and
Goes suddenly awry
Feeling your heart stops suddenly
The beat
For The One Who Survives
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Fifth Place
2-5-2016
pulsating vibes hum
emanating life's essence
fluid energy
immersed within all beings
ebbs and flows through each other
TLH © 10-17-2012
With your every step
Water is getting wrinkled
Cricket is singing