Best Reflection Poems
**REFLECTION**
Running through a wheat dream
Clear skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by silver streams
I stumbled into a valley where sleepness never dies
A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies
no time for final good-bye's
Waking up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falls from the sky, to bless my soul
Above the silver lining of mirrored clouds
I lay a bouquet of flowers on your grave
Angered by the thought of my birth
Where has my salvation gone?
Rescued by the hand, of the one I can not see
Tormented in life's final step
Silent mistreated never understand
Arid of hate dooming everyday
Something evil ruins the last hold of my hand
My mouth hit by the door, when I pray
A ricochet shot when my life was revealed
Fallen in and out, after unwanted betrayal tounges
Alone with my reflection is where I stand
Broken Mirrors,
the only thing I see!
7 years of current bad luck.
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‘far from the madding crowds’ and cars
this green and pleasant land of ours
conceals behind its dry stone walls
secrets, streams and waterfalls
where stepping stones that gather moss
shine forth and tempt us both across
to distant fields of eighties’ skies
now clouded through autumnal eyes
where sheep still bleat as we both pass
along old paths of weathered grass
rekindling thoughts as each track weaves
of first love, hope and burning leaves
that once infused a simpler air
but linger still inside somewhere
to guide us on those wistful miles
through woods, past farms and over stiles
in search of where we sat and spent
time dreaming dreams of dreams we dreamt
over the hills and far away
inside a world called yesterday
and where we’d stay ‘til light turned late
in fields beyond the kissing gate
where now through smiles and gentle tears
reflecting on those forty years
it feels like time has flown so fast
since young love asked if love could last.
Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.
Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of her secret sanctuary.
Hope ascends to tranquil heavens.
Twilight's baptism, blends
merigold into fading blue horizons
with sparkling amethysts hues.
Oh my beautiful beloved,
come to me with your comforting arms,
like soothing stars, shepherding
the nebulous night sky.
Destiny can deceive,
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe,
but, we search for the blessings,
through each trial and tribulation.
For, she is the silence,
between heart beats -
who's name rests upon
tense tips of the tongue.
In the discrepancy of distance,
love's appetite lingers in lament -
yearning for our lips to merge.
Yet the night is an unfinished symphony.
Idyllic lyrics craving to pour,
upon an incomplete song sheet.
Without her,
Silent One's muse is mute.
I am not a poet,
But in her reflection -
I am poetry.
Simple Musing
Silent One
1 August 2020
Love neither gives or takes but from itself.
Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance.
Take no more than is offered by yourself.
Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance.
Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart.
Worthiness is the only tender that comes due.
Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart.
Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue.
As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven's door,
hands together reaching higher than alone will seek
heights that love's imagination most beautifully implores
that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak.
Whatever you desire your life to be,
may loves reflection be all you see
The Angels have come
to take me away
The only hug I can give
are the words I write today
In my shaking hand
They've placed a golden pen
So I ponder my past
my here now and then
What words of wisdom
do I have to impart?
At this final moment
I wish to express my whole heart
When you find your soul is aching
and you're far from okay
One gift I can offer
is to learn how to pray
For nothing is as bad
as often it seems
Although life has tearful moments
you must cling to your dreams
Cry when you need to
don't keep emotions trapped inside
Happiness needs growing space
It's blocked by what we hide
Let tears cleanse your spirit
loss and love makes you whole
Don't avoid your sadness
it strengthens the soul
Nothing is forever
so take many chances
Each stage in your life
is a collection of dances
Breathe in every moment
give more than you get
For when your Angels come
you won’t have any regret
For Anthony Biaanco’s Gifts Contest
Listen
you who seek the secret of existence
your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design.
Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine.
Do you see
how rain and sun kiss the earth?
Like morning dew they are one in the eyes of the Friend.
Embrace both
for in their unity duality ends.
You are the pulse of a seed sprouting through the stone.
In your veins flows the ancient wisdom of the soil.
In love's alchemy the seeker becomes the sought.
Feel how the wind of spirit shapes you
now bending like a reed now standing as a cypress.
In surrender find the strength that never wavers.
The heart's fire burns away all that is not love.
Desire, like wild winds, seeks its way to the sacred fire
in consuming they become the light they seek.
Each thread of your being sings the Beloved's name.
Listen closely can you hear the melody of oneness?
In that song
you'll find your true existence.
The fabric of your days shimmers with divine light:
Golden Joy. Silver Sorrow... all are His gifts.
In accepting all
you become... His perfect reflection.
O lover do not ask why some paths are sharp as thorns
and others soft as the dawn's first breath.
The Master Weaver's wisdom surpasses all understanding.
Let yourself dissolve in love's infinite sea.
You are both the wave and the ocean's depths.
In annihilation, find your eternal completion...
Beloved you are the quilt and the quilter
the song and the singer,
the dance and the dancer.
In this realization all separation ceases.
Now step into the garden of the heart—
where every seed sprouts with the faces of our Friends.
Here in agape love's transcendence
you will find your journey's end.
i like the way
a painting
changes
day to night
i like to write
a poem
that shifts
in different light
2/27/2019
One brilliant tranquil day, around a turquoise lake,
Autumn had come in and brightly painted
so prettily the branches of the trees.
Overhead the gulls serenely soared.
Below them, water shimmered -softly rippled. . .
I thought how this was how the world should ever be -
beautiful and radiant, sorrow-free.
All of a sudden came a shift.
A strong wind swept the scene; all was transformed.
Fall’s vibrant colors shimmied,
till released, they spread asunder.
Small ripples changed to waves,
which angrily were lashing at the shore.
The seagull’s laughing cries had disappeared.
And streaming rays of sunlight had
become absorbed by darkness . . .
a dreariness and dreadfulness and cold.
In the reflection of the shadows,
I found my flimsy jacket, flung it on,
and clasped it close to me - then even closer.
Wishing that all mankind could find illumination,
I forlornly contemplated that this
was how the whole world would come to be,
and sooner than we know. . .would so remain.
Reflection of a cherry blossom tree,
mirrored upon a calm river by pale moonlight.
Its fragile buds falling with the light breeze,
float away with the flow of tributaries.
Just like memories that slowly slip away,
time ticks calmly counting down the days.
Innocently it stands with serene beauty
as lovers gather to admire its peaceful nature.
Many beloveds have shared a passionate kiss,
while intoxicated by its seductive aroma.
From Vietnam to Japan, to the shores across the pond,
many a love story has began under fragile pink blossoms.
Oh my beloved,
how I long to embrace you beneath its glory,
so our love story can be forever cherished.
Under pale moonlight that glistens for you
our lips will delicately touch for the first time.
Cherry blossom buds shower our heads,
as they shelter our love.,
The Silent One
Originally written 3 October 2015
Posted 5 January 2018
Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
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Some people take to Facebook
In an effort to create
A safe and pleasant habitat
Unfriending those who wish debate.
But still rile against a college chum
Who's not lost their winter weight.
We drone on about the weather
Far too often before we die.
Talking incessantly about our children
To those unfortunate to catch our eye.
But fail to address substantive issues
And I have to question why?
No religion, politics or talk of sex
To free us from our doubt.
Avoiding issues that may offend
Seems the safer route.
But spotting the neighbor wearing spandex
Deserves a rapid shout.
No fossil fuel or global warming talk
To change us from our course.
And any attempt to grow our minds
Is met with dogged force.
It's far better to speak of gardening tips
Which we heartily endorse.
We close our eyes and dim our ears
To the thornier things in life.
And may indeed find sweet sanctuary
From unwanted social strife.
But rest assured we'll have wasted much
In a desire to escape our neighbor's knife.
We avoid such talk and play it safe...
Our true essence hidden from the fray.
But I have to tell... my greatest fear
That haunts and tasks me to this day.
Is when we stand before the gates of Heaven...
We'll have nothing much to say.
The End
*Check out my cartoon on Webtoons Dave McHattie.
As the sun begins to set
and it's final rays slowly dance
across this golden pond
I silently stare into her reflection
staring back at me
past the old and the weathered ripples
down beneath the surface
into the soul
the deep and loving soul
the memories bubble out
memories of kindness and love
honesty and humility
and memories of you
how I'd do anything for you
for us
I stand here in silence
and dream
My Reflection
In the mirror who did I see?
I saw my reflection staring back at me.
But in the next mirror upon the wall
I saw there was no one there at all.
Had I left my own image behind
For another person to come and find?
On looking in a mirror what would you do,
If you saw someone who was not you?
Barry Stebbings
08/14/18
mirror's reflection, dust, cobwebs forgotten
1/7/2016