Best Respiring Poems
We seek knowledge
on the outside --
the mind of science
the body of senses
spatial summations --
yet, truer beams lead always
home
rays of sunlight entering
permeating the physical, uniting
with like energy
with mind
with soul --
moonlight entrancing
romantic such relationship
spiritual enchantment
swirls of stars of galaxies
patterns of atoms our
basic expression-threads aligning
self to others – an unfolding
enfolding more greatly
aware, ever expanding
inward outward respiring
universe
both reflection
and substance
cords and vibrations
ship that travels through
while the embryonic that supports
cherishes
and nurtures all --
we are God entanglements
seeking greater expression
total consciousness
we awaken from dream
to dream further-out
Will, our Divine Grace and
luxury of infinite creation --
Categories:
respiring, christian, creation, faith, growth,
Form:
Free verse
Strands of satiny pineapple fibers
From the superbly prickly pieces of leaves
Refined by the nifty naked hands
Of the great sophisticated artisans
Beyond this unequaled plant
Is a peculiar product exist
Only native Filipinos - Tagalogs can procreate
An art of aesthetic craftsmen
The fabric of my historical breed
Versatile apparel suits for formal affairs - weddings
From 20 meters of silk processed and produced - four months
Nation known as PEARL OF THE ORIENT
Exaltedly introduces this "BARONG TAGALOG"
Through cordial hardworks and artistic thinkings
A lifetime masterpiece dominates the Philippine Art
A cloth woven by faith and ornamented by passion
A cloth designed by heart and given birth through life
A cloth perfected by artistry and embroidered by fidelity
For native Batanguenos, this is their breath
Respiring together as they brocade their future
Future that depends on THE PHILIPPINE NATIONAL CLOTH - BARONG TAGALOG.
*BATANGUENOS - people of Batangas,Philippines
*BARONG TAGALOG - Philippine National Cloth
------------Jun-jun Villanueva
----ANYTHING HANDMADE CONTEST by nette onclaud
Categories:
respiring, art, work,
Form:
Free verse
continues from part 1
And I to him: “Show me where I can find,
If you want that I bring your news then up,
Who is who foresees with so bitter mind”.
Then he put his hand at the yaw to grasp
Of one of mates his mouth to unlock,
Screaming: “This is the one whose voice has stop.
This, when was banished, then the doubt could stock
In Caesar, affirming that the supply
Was always late to arrive giving shock”.
Oh how much dismay appeared to imply
With his tongue fully in his gullet cut
Curius, who so boldly could reply!
And one who had his hands both cut somewhat,
Raising his stumps in that just dusky air,
So that his blood then made his face a smut,
Shouted: “Of Mosca memory you care,
Who, alas!, told, “End has anything done”,
Which for tuscan people was seed unfair”.
And I added: “And death of yours begun”;
Since those, summing pain to pain all the way
Went on as people who is crazy and won.
But I remained to look the souls array,
And saw a thing which then I strongly fear,
With any proof, to just relate I may;
Although my conscience looks to be sincere,
Thanks to good partner I have had at side
Under the shield of feeling to be clear.
I saw for sure, and still it seems it’s eyed,
A body without head to go on so
As went others of herd of badly died;
And his truncated head held by hair low
Hanging from his hand in a lantern guise:
And that looked at us telling “Oh me woe!”.
Of himself was doing himself light rise,
And so were two in one and one in two;
As it can be, it's known by who is wise.
When he walking reached then the bridge foot through,
He raised up his limb with his head well up
To get closer to us his words for true,
Which were : “You see by now the painful stoop,
You that, respiring, go and dead souls see:
Observe if any is worse than this you scoop.
And so that you to bring my news agree,
I am Bertram from Bormio, just the one
Who gave to the young king bad advice plea.
I made foes among them father and son;
Achitofel with Absalon had no more
And with David evil innuendoes done.
Since I divided people close with sore,
I bring my brain divided, oh weary!,
From this truncated where it was before.
So here see retaliation dreary”.
Categories:
respiring, fantasy,
Form:
Terza Rima
Unifying Theories of Chemistry
Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses
And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding
So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin
As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions
While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing
And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth
Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth
This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born
While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty
Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental
Unity
Categories:
respiring, life, love, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Alone, she sat quite still,
her gaze full fixed ahead.
Enrapt by visions fed,
scarce breathing e’er she will
disturb perceptions’ fill; quiescent as tho’ dead.
Into the room he crept,
his probing arm around
her body, no more bound,
so quickly was she swept.
As fingers so adept, respiring without sound.
Too soon was reached his goal;
TV remote control.
Categories:
respiring, feelings, funny love, passion,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
planet’s name is wrong
Water, not Earth, it should be
for water bathes it
search for life beyond,
by divining for water,
for life craves water
mater and matrix
water is the crux of life,
fluid H2O
The water cycle
drains rainfall, down to ocean
where vapor forms clouds
terrestrial cells
swim in primordial soup,
in bags from ocean
dying for a drink,
the most dear commodity
on Earth is Water
the worth of water
is unfathomable, til
the well runs bone dry
plants tap the sun’s light
to split water molecules,
leaking oxygen
animals breathe in
the oxygen made by plant’s
photosynthesis
plants split the water
made by all respiring cells
breathing oxygen
fluid water soft,
is yielding and compliant,
but flow carves canyons
your tears are salty
for your blood came from the sea
in circulation
the whale ancestors
as fish climbed, from sea to shore
went back as mammals
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23 June 2017
Categories:
respiring, earth, water,
Form:
Haiku
POETICALLY MIME
The vast ash-leaden clouds are in tears again...
The soggy tears like boxing fists - casting bruise
and blues below. Unlike yesterday where they
mirror gentle caress to branchlets and blossoms
smiling in gratitude as they are showered free,
the dust and dirt slithered to them were cleansed
swept by the warm - cold kisses of heaven's cry.
Condescending, blooming sunnier hues of greens,
standing poised and aplomb amidst, respiring anew!
Rainy days chant tunes of melancholy at times
particularly to those who are lost. Alone. Afar.
However, it has to happen for it is nature's rhyme.
Let it be as heaven's cry a bosom of poetic mime.
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POEM CONTEST: 265 REVISED to any form ANY THEME max of 20 lines
***9th Place***
SPONSORED by: Brian Strand
Written January 21, 2017 @ 23:18 PM
Categories:
respiring, art, beauty, nature, rain,
Form:
Personification
In 100 years Mars will be an Earth-like clone
with a thick breathable, transformed atmosphere, rich in oxygen.
There will be clouds in the sky,
rain will fall again and the rivers will run.
Billions of years ago,
Earth had virtually no oxygen in its atmosphere.
No human could survive here.
The atmosphere was choking; rich in carbon dioxide.
Humble plants changed all that.
For plants consume carbon dioxide
using sunlight to make sugar,
releasing oxygen as a waste product.
In time, with all this pollution,
the oxygen levels rose, to today's 20 percent.
Creating the atmosphere this sustains
respiring animals like us.
In 100 years this will happen again on Mars
which will be terra-formed to be Earth-like and habitable.
Ironically, over 100 years,
humans learned much from the uncontrolled
greenhouse effect that destroyed Earth's climate
making it uninhabitable.
Humans were too selfish to stop this process
until it was too late and irreversible.
Conservation was dumped forever, as a concept,
because it threatened human survival.
Releasing carbon dioxide and water frozen in the Martian soil
will see the atmosphere thicken and get warmer
Plants will be engineered to survive on a new Mars,
to consume the carbon dioxide and make it rich in oxygen.
Mars will become green again, the rivers will flow.
Mars will get warmer, inhabitable and livable.
A new home for humans, freed from their spacesuits,
by a plant-driven transformation.
Mars terra-formed,
reborn, rejigged and renamed as Earth II.
Categories:
respiring, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Perilous fall risks
these double-binding thoughts
with feelings still nascently attached
positive and negative,
often complexly ambiguous
Sad and glad
as an old calico sock
become chew toy
Stumbled over in emotive colored sequences
contrasting tasteful language
comparing visions sweet and sour,
bland touch not grand
but better than feeling bitter
qualitative resonant/dissonant scales
of magnificent maleficence
and malicious magnificence
Narrow
overflowing
personally compelling
dispelling private passions
remain within a high and wide inspiration
yet deep and narrow aspiring
respiring multigenerational permaculture
of co-empathic compassion
To heal sacred MaternalEarth
and thereby correlate
all Her multiculturing
divinely languaged
singularly health-hearted
dizzying slip-shod playful business
Positive and negative
universal uniting
and severing
ecopolitically co-invested
ego-recentering emotions
Eco-logically restorative
climate resilient growing
peaceful co-messymanic valleys
of resonant reconnection
As reliable as an old
hand knit pair
of variegated socks
now repurposed
as sacred
savory
scented
salty
smokey
saliva celebrated
chewtoys.
Categories:
respiring, earth, health, integrity, nature,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
THE EYE of I
What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places the eye cannot see but the soul can visit-- living matter,
infused with tissue thoughts generated externally electrified internally
the sweat that beaded on the brow drips and spatters, absorbs the entity under
What is the breathing open petal life… radiating respiring
One throttle to quell that respiration, bright lightening beauty gently fusing into glow?
Brightening as I faster
Turbine-whistle I your master
beating, spewing, thrusting, ignition transference… body grue and stifles?… Gone
She stiffens the radiance of the face pale, milky, alabaster, clammy pore-less beams the lips and cheeks rubescent now. Smoothes, and transition into deep hues of blues, violent violets, ebony black. Hardens, stiffens stone then softens? as alabaster
Deterioration, matter, entropy all so naturally
Squall has past--the quondam respiring takes long respite..
The eye of I took it in…The material rolling sweeps highs and lows, valleys, cuts, grooves, gully and gorge I engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines folded as petals from
places the eye cannot see but the soul can visit
of living matter, infused with tissue thoughts generated externally electrified internally
The sweat that beaded on the brow drips and spatters, absorbs the entity under lies the breathing open petal life… radiating, respiring?
The fingers trace and fall in place the Etowah infused with breath
The sweat sinks in, absorption energy transfers electricity thoughts
Cabachon crescendos!
All the while the living, beating, breathing, entity flutters, shutters, smiles.
Categories:
respiring, allusion, senses, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
DON'T POLLUTE
Love natures amazing diversity.
Please believe pollution, understanding
It's deadly, possible fatalities!
Don't pollute, recycle infinitely
It's real, important, remembering.
That marine wildflowers' phytoplankton!
And algae respiring, restoration,
The planet's atmosphere recovering!
Sad, untrue, depletion, reality,
Trees' woodland, rainforests, decimated.
Yes unseen pollution, propagating!
Our future becoming impossible.
Categories:
respiring, nature, pollution,
Form:
Silence listens to the voices of the people
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses
In heaven God listens to each silent call
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,
at the footfalls of Silence....
Categories:
respiring, analogy, silence,
Form:
Free verse
An Autumn thrill of red atop a bed of crimson leaves
a rustic mitted October sweetened by coolant scents
five dormant branches beneath a canopied heaven
respiring with the memory of lingering summers past
a rustic mitted October sweetened by coolant scents
whimsical leaves dancing by the firelight of afternoon
respiring with the memory of a lingering summer blast
a short excursion pleasure in a child's angel laughter
whimsical leaves flutter by the firelight of an afternoon
five dormant branches beneath the canopy of heaven
a short excursion pleasure via child's golden laughter
an Autumn thrill of red, atop a bed of crimson leaves.
December 16, 2020
Categories:
respiring, appreciation,
Form:
Pantoum
The infinity of time is
still irrevocably established with
irreversible successions; the
extremities of
which,
in its vast expanse of
continuum, are yet to
be discovered nor
explained by
geniuses
and their mathematical equations.
And man still wishes to
resolve this enigma with
intentions of abating
the cessation
of
the pulsation of the heart,
the respiring of air,
and the
cerebration
of the mind.
But sometimes, blinded by over-enthusiasm,
Man fails to see
that
what cannot in cherry or
mahogany be confined are
deeds and companionship
in memories
bound;
which, in fact, despite inherent
biodegradability, become man's means
to immortality.
Categories:
respiring, introspection, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
An ambition engaged in every root of our hearts,
Blue and brown irises' voyage soon departs . . .
Caressing each other's serene souls to slowly decompress;
Admiration speculates a versatile we never suppress,
Adoration mesmerizes the tranquility of the night,
Affection reflected infinitely like two mirrors nearby,
Attachment is as vital as respiring when whispering goodbye--
Calling out to you this lullaby . . .
Behind our closed eyelids entering the fifth-stage door,
A dream deep in our coexisting core.
Categories:
respiring, love
Form:
Rhyme