Best Sensing Poems
I have seen a rainbow
in a small drop of dew
and a flight to freedom
in an abandoned shoe
and in a beggar's face
I have, O God, seen You.
I have heard the dawn break
as the morning greets us
and the despairing cry
of an aborting fœtus
and in words of comfort
Your voice, O God, exists.
I have felt the trembling
of those who fear the night
and the hope created
by a flickering light.
Your gentle touch, O God
brings my soul full delight.
I have smelled the nectar
in tall stems of flowers
and the cool refreshment
of the gentle showers,
the fragrance of your love
sweetens, O God, my hours.
I have tasted goodness
of unselfish givers
and the sweetest waters
of free-flowing rivers
Your grace, O loving God,
let me taste divine bliss.
There's a stirring within the herd
They sense the rains are on their way
Lush pastures their thinking conferred
Soon masses in migration display
Such desires go so undeterred
Marching bovidae, determination
The Serengeti's their destination
Columns roam like wandering shadows
Skirted by Zebra and Grant Gazelles
Dust clouds in airborne throw
With each mile these masses swell
God's gift will soon be bestowed
Upon a clearing appears the Grumeti River
Next if we endured we'd surely shiver
Banks of steep, foaming rapids thunder
Crocodileans surface peer, awaiting
Whom goes first is sure to be plundered
Will the next escape this frenzied sating
Or dragged torn twisted, surface under
Carnivorous carnage amidst crimson flow
Still there are hoards this migration shows
.
Animalistic body craving
Deeply erotic
Flesh, girth, horny
Ingesting Jiz, kinky
Lewd mind
Nipples orgasmic
Physically quivering
Racy suggestive thighs
Under vulva wanting
Xenogenous yearning
Zeal
23 September 2015
Is the universe
God’s dream,
or is this a being
whose sole
imperative is
to comprehend itself—
susurrus reverberating
through spacetime’s
faint and gossamer web—
arrayed for us
as law and truth?
Will I ever know?
Will I understand,
if I do?
In the flow of time to eternity
currents of the river called present where we are
will churn in the future whirlpool of uncertainty,
in its swirl everything known will disappear.
From its depth a new sense of life will float,
sail to the senseless shore of the machine age,
navigated by human robot,
feelings lying dead in artificial intelligence cage.
The expanding universe will shrink,
as space travel will take man
to the distant galaxy’s brink,
and the earth will be visited by the alien.
Global warming will melt all terrestrial ice,
ocean will invade land in times dark,
for its actions mankind will pay the price.
Someone will invent modern Noah’s ark.
Future breakthroughs in gene manipulation
will make in humans leviathan brains,
rogue neurons will design route of mass extinction,
for all the people will then turn into Frankensteins.
October 30, 2019
Contest : I Sense Tomorrow is the Future
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
I open my eyes to colour and light:
blooms, feathers, leaves and patterns in trees
gossamer webs and intricate insects
on the move, ants scurry as people hurry
busy as bubbling becks. Then comes the night
with points of light and secrets of shadows.
I listen, attending to whispers of wind,
the sound of the sea, of shore scouring foam,
the joy of birdsong, buzzing and barking,
tools and machines, intrusions of traffic,
rhythms and tunes, voices of friends, of kin.
Then stillness, time for resting and dreams.
Aroused: aware of tips of me tingling,
senses awake to stimulus of taste,
to tenderness of touch. With heart hungry
for meaning – to discern hurts and delights,
learning through sharing, with stories to weave,
creating a narrative that is my life.
I sense as if Jesus walks alongside,
as if his stories with mine now collide
then interweave, as I seek the Sacred,
with narrative still to be drafted.
On this meeting with mystery I ponder
the Divine, alive with hope and wonder.
dark skies overhead
the tide rolling in
sand dunes and sea grass
nimbus moving near
distant lightning bolts
wind in my hair
a sudden chill
sand under foot
anxiety
thunder's roar
gulls squawking
waves crashing
the sea
fresh air
salt
Beautiful flowers ~ trees in bloom
Monarchs mating on mimosas
Bedded below the willow ~ fawn
Close your eyes ~ shush ~ did you see that
Lingered aromas ~ beauty scents
Vegetation growth ~ fruited vines
Mother greenery ~ father earth
Close your eyes ~ shush ~ did you smell that
Sunshine above ~ sunburn alert
Warm mild breezes ~ slight hair movement
Heart smiling ~ enjoying god's gifts
Close your eyes ~ shush ~ did you feel that
Raging rivers ~ water falling
Soft winds whistle ~ tree branches crack
Birds singing ~ wood pecker pecking
Close your eyes ~ shush ~ did you hear that
( 8 syllable pattern)
Shush-Did You Hear That Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
9/13/2018
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** In Spirit with Trees **
I feel sad, feeling a kind of tragedy
When I see that a storm
has broken…
has felled trees.
Grass everywhere green, rises.
Flowers splendidly gracing…And
Blessed crops progress us all… But,
The fig, olive, walnut, willow, ash, and magnolia —
The palm, maple, oak, redwood, and evergreen —
The any and every kind of tree affect me,
As I breathe and dearly perceive.
I must confide, my curiosity
about trees has deepened
Since decades ago, when I read
some Japanese folklore
Tells of the believing their ancestors
Could remain here becoming spirits in trees.
That idea — plus the knowledge about how eons of trees
evolved since their days amidst the dinosaurs —
Has
…increased my awe of them, as I see
growth and strength for purposes, and to possibly
inspire as towering sillouhettes against the sky…
Beautifully awakening wonder, with a mysterious
Sensing
Trees may stand waiting communicate.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/6/23
Thanks be to God—-
When I first read the words,
inconceivable they did seem.
I dropped the universe
to be your atlas.
At arrival, I did perceive,
those black pools of pain,
rippled with tears.
I will be the granite
for which you to lean.
Grieving with you through this injury.
One struck so deeply,
you know not how to continue.
A daily trudge through life,
breathing, eating and sleeping.
One day, easier it will become.
Until then,
My soul bleeds for you.
As I sense the inner plight of lone cries, I walk inside their torn shoes
A Forest Dance
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for a dance around the tree
four youths link hands
circling
giggling into a cathartic
collapse
joyous over burrowed-under
bridges above the ground
of the nutrient-searching
long mossy roots
arms out
and then
they ran off
the tree left sensing
her ancient coarse bark
crusted coat creaking
as the winds hit
and knowing near
the solemn hanging
swaying
of uncountable needles
of pines aloft branching
on out of the forest
byway close to infinity
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(Written for Jim)
(c) sally young Eslinger 12/18/21
Thanks be to God
Hear songs of the moon,
Observe the ocean’s dance,
Its graceful waves,
Sway to the tune.
See clouds of the sky,
Watch how they fade away,
When stars appear,
Whilst they, "Good-Bye.”
Smell flowers of spring,
See how the birds give thanks,
They prove their joy,
Just hear them sing.
Touch a sprouting bud,
Feel for its pulse within,
Its branching leaves,
A silent thud.
Taste fruit of the wild,
Feel how it nurtures you,
So graciously,
Its tartness mild.
Inner peace is found,
Within the little things,
That nature brings,
Sensed all around.
When your fingers skim my skin,
I quake knowing it’s you,
Every moment spent should be treasured,
You bubble over with appreciation,
Appreciation for me?
Since the second you opened door 108,
I knew inside me,
Mine.