Best Reverence Poems
CHRYSALIS
Sitting in silent reverence
I gaze upward towards your galaxy...
The endless canopy stretched out
Before all eyes...
An infinite splendor of
Light, energy, portals, stars
Mysterious unknown spaces
Silent notes fill my soul
Playing my heartstrings
Reminding me of ancient memories
Memories of...
Our journey together
Inside the chrysalis
I embrace you...
Growing together
Intertwined in color and form and design
We breathe as one
We expand and sprout into life
Preparing to fly
Birthing at the same moment
I reach my moist orange wing
Out into the calling air
As my outer shell falls away
Your wings move slowly
Drying in the breeze
Twins we are
Twin butterflies embarking on
Our journey upward
Rising and turning we ride
The warm air funnels
In joy and delight
We laugh in our own language
As moondust beckons us further
We melt into darkness
In an instant light is eclipsed
I can only see the glow
Of your eyes
Color is absent
Glow...Glitter...Reflection...Shine
Orbs of light and time above us
Blue Black transparent silk
With a million pinholes of light
Shining through
A nod to the Creator
How grand you are
How magnificent
Everything as it is...
Perfect intention and magnitude
With alignment of essence
To swim in the stars
To dive into the Milky Way
To ride a comet until its
Last breath of light dies
There is no greater gift
My heart sings and rejoices
For the consciousness of
This moment in time
Looking down on Mother Earth
I see her and I love her
I see her Creator hold her gently
Glittering webs of tears and light
Connect us
Galaxy and stars and earth...
We pulse together
We exhale together
We bleed together
We are one
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Humanity for to survive must learn every form of life on earth to revere!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
28 July 2016
there she was alone
sitting against the window
in the middle of the bus
off in her own thoughts
dressed dark and different
from some faraway culture
it wasn’t till I sat next to her
that I realized she was praying
I felt a bubble of peace and love
exuding from her heart
her devotion was palpable
in the midst of commotion
she was transported
and I was touched she trusted me
somehow letting me share in her
private ritual of reverence
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
winter solitude
in a world of one color
the sound of nothing
I have heard eternal fires burn
With notes of lessons yet to learn,
And bathed in Basho’s lyric streams
Of Summer, Winter, Fall and Spring
I have climbed the lichen cliffs unseen
And heard that tranquil rhythmic theme
While watching herds of elk below
And never thought to draw my bow
For there in Father’s well-laid score
Was harmony displayed, and more.
It was here I heard the fires burn
It was here I came to prove and learn
How did we acquire the knowledge of getting food
following all protocols and procedures
of knowing when the Earth is in a fine mood
to give a handshake of bountiful harvest?
In search of knowledge and understanding
man has explored Nature, down to its hood
and due to his short comings, treated humanity unfairly and rude.
Knowing the mechanics of an existing phenomenon
makes one a happy and creative dude
but having no idea how it even existed
makes his understanding still bare and nude
Under a higher authority, we’re all nursed
be it a gentleman with the fine name-Jude
or matter in a non-stop pause
having no artery of sustenance like the wood
Life and existence, wisdom and health, He’s the source
Him- not even the microscopes can elude
He is existing, everlasting and much more than a force
He is no other than God and He is good.
To understand a burdened life
at such an early age,
the common man of hardened heart
would live his life with rage.
When putting all before oneself
the noble role is played,
as love becomes the driving force
for sacrifices made.
Hence a lifetime having lived
as one who takes the lead,
working far beyond his share
in tending ceaseless need.
The place within of which he's held
is gilded with respect,
our humbled hearts of gratitude
wholeheartedly reflect.
For such a man of character
beyond the selfish ways,
may the blessings of the Lord
bring peace throughout his days.
And may God heal with holy hands
his suffering and pain,
for with his health his family
and the world have much to gain.
-Jeannie Minor
"To make pearls out of grit
is to make sorrow and hardship a thing of beauty"
REVERENCE AND RESPECT
If it is true,
Wisdom comes with age.
Why suddenly sagacious,
Should we turn another page?
So many things in life,
We just never know.
Please guide me to the path,
Help my life to grow.
The sun rises and then it sets,
Far across the lands.
How does it get back to where it started,
I do not understand.
All streams flow into the sea,
We learned this in school.
Why does it not change,
The seas are never full.
The eyes see so much each day,
A wonder of its own.
Why are they never full,
Of all that we are shown.
The ears are never full,
Of all the things they hear.
What happens to the volumes,
So much, so close, so near.
What do we gain from our labor,
Generations come and go.
The work is still there to be done,
Is all of it for show?
When does the Lamb of God,
Become a full grown sheep?
It truly doesn't matter,
We are His to keep.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
In our ever changing world it becomes more difficult
for women to flourish in business, because men view
them as misfits,
They try to deplete their power and
pride with familiarity, treating them as they would their
spouses, acting as if they are insignificant caretakers
of their houses and spawns,
Objects of their desires to be lured and discarded,
for entertainment purposes only,
Women's business accumen is rarely lauded,
The mens' behavior makes women feel inconsequential
and forlorn, causing them to doubt themselves and feel torn,
Intelligence and wisdom are never appreciated,
it threatens the male ego, so cleverness becomes
understated,
The men in corporate America would gladly
bury intelligent women beneath papers,
while they take all the credit and pursue
their capers,
God bless the women who have their own minds
and run interference in the nick of time,
for their deceitful counterparts would have them
looking like hysterical, flirtatious chicks,
discounting their talents and treating them
as if they were uncivilized Hicks.
Reverence
I see you in the mirror, I see all three of you looking back,
I see all the hate and void tidied in perfect little stacks...
I feel presumptuous fingers running, tips brush skin and,
I feel six penetrating eyes, but only two cold damp hands...
I taste my iron flushed saliva, as blood runs my bitten tongue,
I taste the bass echoed hollow, from the screams my throat sung...
I hear judgments as shadows laugh and dance in primal screams,
I hear my rages whistling kettle as my sanity tears its seams...
I know that chances come at costs, coincidences have consequences,
I know this reflection, lost, mouthing these words in silent sentences...
Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content
Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear
Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies
There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter
Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast
Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light
Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar
Now to dream forevermore
THE EYES OF REVERENCE
Not like a mother’s life for her child
Nor anything crazy or wild
Just a man’s love for the woman who saved him
And secured the walls before his life caved in
Not like a sister’s love for her brother
But a lover of mine like no other
The warmth of her hand when mine grows cold
A woman worth more to me than platinum or gold
Not like a lover you love and finally leave
Just a woman who makes me believe
I now have a belief that a woman can love me
And doesn’t hold the threat of losing her above me
Just a man who sees a woman whose eyes tell a tale
Her eyes reflect a concern I find reverent and regale
A lady who never wavers when I do something dumb
a woman who forgives my need for drugs and wretched rum
not like a mother, a sister or relative of any kind
just the kind of lady I thought I’d never find
a person to say softened things that put me at ease
and the words “forever” and “love” are my only pleas
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Oh what beauty is this!
A snake in a sparrows' nest.
Kings call him 'my liege'
Kneel and kiss soil then jester;
Knight, there you have it.