Best Rekindles Poems
A Sonnet To Growing Older
My heart now speaks to me of ageless things
Of solitary walks down country lanes
Of quilted calico with simpler schemes
Unhurried times, a pause, as quiet rain
In memory drenched, the budding heart reviews
Her nightly liaisons in twilight realms
Illusive childlike carousel renews
Majestic pensive thoughts and hopeful hymns;
With joy rekindles ! Magic carousel
It moves round and round in measured beat
Bewitching power of music sounds compel
The ageless ones to rambunctious retreat !
Unhallowed fruit of age-
My heart can sing !
Redeeming time to catch the brass-bound ring
Hovering my sun scorched wings, I soar high
traversing thousands of mountain realms
In my own golden cage , an inferno blazing
my soul sizzles in orange-red yellow flames.
Flying in exalted passion, a trajectory of hope
yet when the night sky darkens, in tearful eyes
I am reduced to a smoldering pile of ashes.
A sleeping beauty in her stillness of Death
black abyss beyond sunset, a spark rekindles
O Sun, with you , I will awake tomorrow again.
27th July 2020
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Contest Name I am a Bird - Personification
Sparks aflame my sanctuary
Flickering, roaming glints
Over valleys of bygone years
So long kept in shadows
Traversing the bleakest darkness
Where heat of love evades
As the cool of Prussian blue night
Forms a silky silent shroud
Unravelling threads of sorrow's blinding
Guiding me from night to day
And through the hush, a glow emerges
Soft as songbird's first breath
Now embered dreams ignite ahead
The past melts in morning's hue
And where the lantern's light has led
Hope rekindles burning true
I open up my chest
You see my beating heart
I sometimes wear it on my sleeve
If ever we're apart
I know I should be guarded
Protective of this flesh
But then again your gaze upon me
Rejuvinates to fresh
I open up my tiny realm
Allow you to step in
The veil between our worlds sometimes
Evaporates to thin
You see me when I'm naked
Clothed in nothing more
Than a garb of insecurity
Without asking for more
You see me when I battle
With the enemy inside
You see me in those moments
When I'm overcome with pride..
And all the while your kindness
Rekindles all that I am not
A treasure you uncover
Where an 'X' just marks the spot
Through the sand you dig relentless
On the island of my soul
To uncover wealth within me
Lift me up and make me whole
Clouds had gathered, air was mild
We climbed steep rocks among the wild
There, hidden so high beneath the trees
Were two marked graves among the leaves
We climbed steep rocks among the wild
This lonely place so long forsaken
Were two marked graves, among the leaves
Ingraved were the names of those who died
This lonely place so long forsaken
Timeless heartache rekindles once more
Ingraved were the names of those who died
Awakening my grief, as tears fell
Timeless heartache rekindles once more
Who was this mother, who was this child?
Awakening my grief, as tears fell
Birds are singing with bitter cries
Who was this mother, who was this child?
Skies sprinkle the earth with memory
Birds are singing with bitter cries
Clouds had gathered air was mild
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Submitted for Jared's Pantoum Contest
I remember the gazebo
When I felt it was floating
The two of us sitting on the wooden floor
While the kids were doing nothing unusual
Or very interesting
But our eyes kept reconnecting
And I felt the moment would burst...
We talk only of work-related things
Only gestures in response to the kids
Our eyes in constant movement towards each other
Mine to yours at least...
And now I want all the inappropriate things
A long smile, a hug, a kiss
Extended eye-contact
I want to sit with you in the park
Kissing your ear, the one with two earrings
Moving my lips to the warm side of your neck
Deep back where the hair is,
Then retreat
And look into the big brown eyes
The one's that crushed God himself
And tell you with a fearful warmth
That I can barely stand my love for you
And that your very eyes upon me
Is proof that God survived the crush
And in fact uses them now
To guide light into my world...
And the catch of your eyes
Rekindles that aching want.
The only thing worth fighting for.
Mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.
LIGHTHOUSE IN THE STORM*
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amidst the tempest,
a beacon stands unyielding,
guiding lost sailors
waves crash and thunder,
yet light pierces through the night,
hope against the dark
rocks loom, shadows dance,
with each flash, courage rekindles,
safe harbor awaits
*Note: Poem originally published at Poetry Soup in June 2025 then later at creativeramblings.com/writing-prompts/weekly-prompt-13/. This is my original poem.
My Black Is Beautiful
My Black is beautiful because I belong to a people that shows its beauty
through a wide spectrum of rich shades of brown, vanilla, walnut, butter
scotch, mahogany, honey, nut meg, and beautiful ebony of the night.
With luscious lips, full, thin, swollen, thick and perfect bow and arrow to
indulge in loving, kissing cares away, holding conversations of the day, kissing
scars of life and pain of love ones, and kissing the tears and smiles of children.
My Black is beautiful rich and deep, which covers all of me. My poignant,
intellectual, sharp and creative mind that helped shape history and fixtures of
time. Heartache, heartbreak, separation, degradation, intimidation,
discrimination has not changed my wonderful beautiful exuberant spirit or
damned my soul or damaged my heart.
In fact I stand taller and bolder like an ageless, ancient oak tree deep rooted
swaying in the winds of time. And yet I am still gentle, loving and nurturing
babies into great men and women.
My Black is beautiful because I stand up and face the world and represent
proudly who I am in all my arrays of browns. Struggles, triumphs and love
sparkles brightly translucent upon my head to make up my crowns, receiving
great light from God that replenishes me and rekindles my fire for life!
My Black is beautiful because God has designed me to last forever, to be
every where in the world from continent to continent to show endurance,
unconditional love, compassion and un-wavering strength of a spirit and soul.
My Black is so beautiful it out shines gold.
My Black is so beautiful because I am one in millions of millions and millions
like me. But I still contain my individuality to live and love just for me, and
my family, and pass on my strength, my love, my history, my dancing spirit
and road maps to destinies. My Black is Awesome!!
The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...
Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...
But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...
Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...
You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...
The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...
And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...
Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us...
For selfish deeds trap us,
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...
And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...
Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!
My Gull Wheels On!
ENDLESS STREAM
BREAKING THE CHAINS OF AGONY
GENTLY PACIFIES AN AGITATED MIND
OPTIMISM ROUSED FROM OBSCURITY
RESONATE EMOTIONS UNDEFINED
TREPIDATION LURKS IN THE DARK
AS TIME SHADOW AN ELUSIVE DREAM
DESTINY REKINDLES A FADING SPARK
RACING AMIDST ENDLESS STREAM
02/12/2013
4:45 pm
Florida
thought
of you
rekindles
beauty once shared
love
This poem is dedicated to a very special lady who was reentered my life. Thank you for allowing me to see all your beauty again.
The wind blows wherever it wills
Rustling leaves at its pleasure thrill
Blowing at a fierce pace
In the valley where we hardly trace
The wind blows where it wills
It sweeps the top of the mulberry tree
Leaves green fruits dropping in despair
Denying birds the fragrance of the air
The wind blows where it wills
We feel it, hear it, and sense it
Where it comes we do not know
It wills where it wants to blow
The Spirit blows upon His own mind
A sound like a mighty rushing wind
In ways we can't apprehend
In tongues we can't comprehend
The Spirit blows with aura of awe
He operates by His own laws
Not where we want Him to flow
No! we cannot constrain His glow
The wind of the Spirit blows to save
Rekindles even dry bones out of graves
He brings warmth and assuring power
And fill us with dew like a morning flower
Inner inspiration ingress insight,
Lucent living levitates life,
Obsequious observations overflow oceans,
Victory’s’ vivaciousness vestiges vision,
Exuberant expressions eradicates enemies,
Yammer years’ yowling yields,
Occasional oneness onsets oaths,
Unity unfurls Urania uptorn’,
Essence emanated eradicates egos,
Togetherness taps tepid toes,
Easters eternality en-gild eggs,
Regal rationality rekindles raves,
Navigate nothingness nomogeny naive,
Almighty abodes assuage ache,
Launce life location latitant,
Labyrinth links love liberate,
Your yearn yields YES,
****My humble effort at Acrostic Alliteration****
From my publication "The Transient Soliloquy"
Fraught
Frantic
Feeling fuels
Speeding up time
Filling furrows of a flailing fellow soul
Resolute resplendent raging bells toll
Relishing time
Rekindles
Revives
Hope
Live
Today
Reinvent
Time traveling
Telling twisted tales is fun to behold
The waves roll in and whisper to the sand.
Hushed toned tales from mysterious foreign lands.
Two boats pass red green lights shining bright.
One heading home one off to fish the night.
The sky is bright and backlit to the west
In a faded pink toned long sheer flowing dress.
A flock of geese draws the curtains on the close of day.
Silent black dots flying then they fade away.
A round red moon like a glowing ball of fire
Rekindles thoughts of romance and desire.
Happy with what I have not what I lack
As the surrounding landscape slowly fades to black.