Best Spaciousness Poems
Fire catches fast, then sweeps through grass and trees.
The lion of the elements, it roars,
and burning hot, displays its awesome might.
Fire signs are one of four triplicities.
Bravely, like lions, those of fire will fight.
A fire-born person is one who adores
his life, and what he wants he’ll simply seize!
The element we need to breathe is air.
This carrier of currents none can see
is spaciousness surrounding everyone.
Those born of air may seem aloof! They’re where
they need to be; their thoughts float toward the sun.
They analyze and then effectively
communicate to us because they care.
Sweet water! Always we can see it flow.
It flows to sea; it ebbs, then flows again.
Without it, plants and animals would die.
Those born to water are the ones who show
emotions freely. Hear them laugh and cry!
They touch our souls and give us solace; then
entreat us. . . let imagination go!
Earth, the final element, is the land;
God put us here with feet on solid ground.
Sustaining us, it gives much that we need.
Those born of earth are stable, for they stand
for practicality. They plant the seed
of reasoning. Four elements abound.
When they’re in harmony, life can be grand!
Written Feb. 9, 2016
for the HUMAN NATURE - 4 STANZA, 7 LINE Poetry Contest
Categories:
spaciousness, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
One individual called "she" stepped into the sheets of a life story
Sheets that used to be occupied
She walked back and stopped at a chapter which tell the story of an obsolete chamber
A space which stands for behalf of the memory and wounds
A diorama played by shadow
A story with no beginning nor end
They've been there with decent backgrounds and decent light spectrum but called gray
The view was frozen, the chatter was muted, and that feels fell into the melancholy
Those with the outstretched hands which too high to be reached
Those with the self existence but too blind to be seen
They abandoned as a figure of reserves without knowing the essence of a solace
And that individual creature went on her way back to the labyrinth of time
This time someone seized by the story of a root baste
Those roots were heart in shape and the hue carved a warmth, but once howled a bitterness
This chapter tells the story of a lush tree with the fruit of love
Fruits that contain the complexity of love, passion and a place to berth
And the fruit of love revealed its story to someone
Those who hide behind their false mannerism had carved their name on her shoulder
Those who have offered their hearts and bent on their knees
Those who play fire in a lust, fell into a seek
But the love that she wants still unable to cover the part of this story
From the fruit of love to the sheet's of light
This chapter tells the story of an old house with extensive bed of flowers
This house represented the aesthetics, peace and harmony
A house which brings relief, spaciousness and joy
In that house she knelt, release all her mess
To the house the journey was anchored
In every sketches that have been through
None could live without the presence of others too
Obsolete chamber, lush love tree, beautiful bed flowered old house
Those who were involved in each story of the bulkhead of life
Those who were crawling along and came from different angles of infinity
Those who were instantly filled the pieces of shoot and became the shoot
They are the perfect gift for the imperfect souls
Not as a complement nor as a reserves
Yet as the major part of the heartwarming life story
Categories:
spaciousness, life, thank you, uplifting,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Pay attention to the silence
The pause right before words are spoken
The future exists in that holy space
Pay attention to the pause
The second of stillness before you draw your next breath
Your life exists in the gratitude of that moment
Pay attention to the spaces
The brief breaks between action and non-action
Your soul hangs in the balance of that time
Do not be like the crowd
Running from one moment to the next
Without silence
Without pause
Without space
And missing the whole point of existence
Honor the silence
Praise the pause
Celebrate the space
They are your life
Categories:
spaciousness, life, silence, space,
Form:
Free verse
~Tonight A Free Ride ~
Tonight my thoughts are running towards
my healing ocean, becoming the place
where voluntarily I am convinced to watch
the thousands of stars in the sky, illuminating
my shore on arrival, to share my lively routine
visits with this one whale friend that accidentally,
have come to meet a few months ago.
Approaching with a jester it looked me in the eye
moved its head asking, why am I gloomy tonight?
come lady ride on my back let me take you away
from your everyday thoughts let us experience our
journey I invited the stars in the sky to lighten up
your dimness tonight.
Yet, now that we have each other try a different
approach towards your loneliness the wind is a
friend and will not blow you away the moon
promised a short visit to accompany the stars.
Accepting the proposal of that ride it will clarify
the energy of my inner body and soul the way
my friend the whale has it looking up thinking
counting the stars will give me the opportunity
to dig deeper towards my senses, my spaciousness,
peacefulness as a new approach.
Suddenly with a falling star nothing seemed
impossible to arouse my intense curiosity
about life's mysteries how I ended up feeling
that lonesome before I met my friend,
determined to lean towards my depth and discover
my beauty and power that I have abandoned,
when I failed to notice how much emptiness
existed in my depth.
Instantly I started feeling addicted towards
my happiness I allowed my thoughts to stir
my presentiments understand my liveliness,
after descending on shore.
Once arrived I thanked the stars that allowed
me to enjoy the ocean cooperated to help me
redeem an aluminous light through
my coming years.
That voyage assembled my gladness
to lean towards all the advantages
that actually already exist beyond.
Thank you my friend.
Always.
Therese Bacha
June 27 2013
Categories:
spaciousness, friend, imagination, ocean, proposal,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Think in abundance and abundance will be yours
The million of stars for you to gaze upon
The thousands upon thousands of leaves on the trees around
Oodles and oodles of grains of sand to walk on
The vast atmosphere of air to breath with
The million upon millions of litres of water
Running in the rivers to thirst upon
The trillions of thoughts coarsing thro' our mind
The vast spaciousness of the galaxies
Of infinite unknown dimensions
To play and romp in fields of flowers and grasses
To rest your body and eyes upon
What abundance we have in store
What monies can be bared and paid at the door
Of our bounteous gifts bestowed in glory
And from the Father's love from the start of history
Pray as if you have already recieved we're told
Believe that you already have the requested lot
Then let it not for a moment be forgotten too
To take the moment and thank and be thankful for
Be gracious with your bounty in store
Give freely so that you can freely receive too
For not one cent can you at the close of the hour
Take on the journey to be with the Father evermore
Categories:
spaciousness, inspirational,
Form:
Pastoral
12.21.2020
Look up! My willing heartsoftest breath
Awaken to aGREAT CONJUNCTION
800 year cycleTwo celestial marblesJupiter & Saturncomplex expansion-restriction relationship
converge onThe longest night - Winter Solstice - The shortest daylight
Without recessBoth marching on confidently….. & sodo our breaths.parading in Rings of Saturn
Align True Self ina sense of spaciousness, cosmic promiserefueled renewed - I am!
My tender tears are safe here…… & soare yours.in this exquisite planetary dance
In presence of twilight, indescribable claritydrowning ontouncontaminated consciousness
Heart mirror: Serenity orbiting humanism
May we dance againUnder the Star of Bethlehem
Categories:
spaciousness, bible, celebration, confidence, december,
Form:
Free verse
AWE
what A skye
how I wish I can note them all
this poem will be a record of sorts
to the dancing stars, not a metaphor, dancing!
I watched them - as in the first STARS in the sky, made by God in Genesis
they knew I was watching with spaciousness; and they danced
an hour earlier, a yellowish light moved too fast for a plane i think
I will not let my mind make u stories about it
Let the Universe tell you what I saw, later
Because I went outside again,later
after the man-made object has slithered across the sky way too quickly
for anything natural,
naturally
later, they were waiting to show
to put on a late nite show
because I was watching
with spaciousness
space met space
stardust in me and the being in stars themselves
perhaps light and light
or pure CONSCIOUSNESS
equally
stars
sky
you
me
i
Categories:
spaciousness, beauty, community, creation, dance,
Form:
Concrete
DEDICATION: To Paul : Tristich Series
I
Out of uttermost, depths, disappointments, baby deaths ...
We have forgiven God, the forgiveness He began in spaciousness
Our suffering is the portal to discovery: Abba-Father suffered Eden's losses
II
If we have any heirs, they'll welcome us in heaven alongside Jesus
And Trinity loved Eve as dearly as They did Adam, yet parted with Yeshua
To get more sons and daughters; Isaiah sang "It pleased God to crush Him
III
This is why we can face a spouse, loss after loss: heirs, land, home
Suffering is the only portal to take us beyond suffering: like sin, alluvial gold!
Easy to find, preciously, invaluably turning us away from here to there: my Home
Categories:
spaciousness, allegory, atheist, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Tristich
A mansion of little dreams with big hearts
Smiling faces seen to all the bypassers there
A night of evil vanquished the honest larks
Who knew the pain will penetrate to walls.
Merciless killings just for pieces of jewels
Even a two year innocence gasped but vain
Humanity was dressed with devilish mask
Crossed all boundaries leaving just red mark.
Leaps and bounds time has though passed
Still the spaciousness of rooms shout aloud
No one wishes to visit the silently dying house
Emptiness filled with voices of wicked disguise.
Brightly colored walls faded away with time
No soul capable enough to renew it back to life
The starkness of house takes place in and out
No being to claim a Flat named Home of love.
Emptiness fills images about history of house
Making it no more adorable place to reside
The hearts who laid it with true care died
Leaving just a shuderring base - without life
Categories:
spaciousness, death, people, sad
Form:
Free verse
It is so lonely
having all time
and only spaciousness
to themselves.
Bored with Other
after so many millennia
planning future events
to finally get even for ungrateful behavior
that pissed them off
when they were even younger
in their co-evolving relationships
as not each Other.
Time lies dead in their competing hands
yet dynamic in their displaced designs
for emerging future climate changes,
great transitions,
spaces and places to regenerate a more cooperative atmosphere
among these co-arising Gods
of Energy and Air,
Water and Soil,
Fire
and Golden AnthroDivine Elixirs.
To drink this beverage of Timeless Gods and Goddesses
is to travel through time Their bilateral Selves
aware of fear as Other godless fear
of Their own Elder divine relationships
transactions
Selecting
Gods of political MonoTheistic Correctness
with Capital-Infested Designs
for self-perpetuating
lost humane development
and wealthy mind
healing EarthBody design
for future multicultural millennia
Future therapeutic chapters
in our collective ReGeneration Story
of Passion/Pleasure
intimate GodNesses.
A lonely lovely story,
from panentheistic perspective
of polyculturally communing gods and goddesses.
All that loving grace of healthy integrity,
yet so few dreams in which to unload
their rich full-octaved color
and inspiraling fluency
of Me/We
humane divines
severed/sacred
double-side divides
EarthGrace
re-stimulating AnthroLovely gratitude;
such steady-state resonant bliss
vexing passionate struggles to erupt outside
inside timeless dramatic elation
without climaxing end
All alone,
hiding monolithic divested blame
without exclusively Self-invested
merely human
shamefully ungodly
dispassionately unpleasant
desecrated lesser Others
ReTexting hate-filled UnTruth scriptures
as if anger/fear bipolar prescriptions
while ting toxins
on His Golden MonoPolistic Throne.
Categories:
spaciousness, culture, god, happiness, heart,
Form:
Political Verse
The naturally arising
The magic of your mind
Effortlessly recognize it
Your inner peace is yours forever
None can teach it to you
Your compassion is yours forever
None can give it to you
Your spaciousness is yours forever
None can hold it
Your energy is yours forever
None can aim it
Your wisdom light is yours forever
None can show it
Your happiness is yours forever
None can take it
Your joyful love is yours forever
None can preach it
Only you recognized the space
Without conciet spread your light
No mystery was revealed
Reject all arrogance and pride
Without pomposity spread your wisdom
No guru god no judgment
Without judgment spread special bliss
Only your true being can spread love
Haughtiness shuts it down
Only your true being can spread bliss
Competition kills it
Only your true being can spread joy
Pretense renders it inane
Only your true being can spread wisdom
The enthroned is a fraud
Only your true being can spread power
Don’t sit above the rest
Only your truth is happiness
All in it together
Only your self is infinite
You can’t make someone see
Naturally recognize your qualities
The truth of love shines out so free
The space of mind is endless bliss
Your innate wisdom flows on and on
You are the eternal ground of being
Allow your divine qualities to blaze through
Your natural state is inner peace
Your natural state is humour
Your natural state is happiness
None can take it or show you another way
Allow your divine qualities to blaze everyday
No known material light can compare to your truth
Categories:
spaciousness, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
shaking rhythm
like stylus pen on punctured paper,
I move to move my Self
in silent form across the slippery
sanctuary of being.
being is the only thing that hurts
when time turns to dust and rusts
in space between mattress and floor
yet- what is space anyway?
but a hundred billion atoms in between
you and I-
when once it felt like none
when once it felt as if only separation
was our skin bagged bodies between our souls
and eternity softly kissing the crevice of a second.
but now… just shaking rhythm-
shaking, silent, spaciousness from
one withering star to another-
ebbing light licking itself from the atmosphere
with nothing to keep it warm
but the nebula to our next life.
Categories:
spaciousness, break up, change, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
You say
you need,
we need,
to regain control.
Control to overwhelm me?
Or control together
discussed and planned
and then implemented
as a partnership
or team?
And, later, re-evaluated
for meeting win/win GoldRule Standards
co-governing healthy democracies
of resilient
non-violent communication,
self/other internal
and external mediation
open to seasonally appropriate climates
of remediation.
Do you need some experience
of cooperative EgoNature
mirroring EarthSpirit
win/win giftedness
timeliness,
spaciousness
for ego/eco-therapeutic experiences
transforming aptness,
appropriateness,
appreciation for sufficiency
and beauty,
GraceFullness of this EgoHere
with EcoPolitical Now
getting something win/win worthy accomplished.
Do you feel you need
some overpowering narcissistic control
unilateral and unforgiving,
ubiquitously authoritative?
Patriarchal control
that means if you have said it
then so it must be,
so it is,
Amen
Mentally diseased
win/lose capitalistic control
of your autonomous value investments
expecting control over social capital returns
If you have bought control
then those who have been purchased
must recognize our true market value
rests in our return
on your initial up front controlling interests
Which do not seem to include
my best and healthiest,
resonantly enlightened
and resiliently empowered
win/win co-redemption
Sacred experiences
of cooperative co-investment,
karmic ease,
co-animated Mundi,
EcoMatriotic waters
recovering unrealistic
secularizing
colonizing control anticipation
by historically privileged
EgoPatriarchal
controlling evil winds.
Categories:
spaciousness, culture, earth, evil, health,
Form:
Political Verse
We all have had worst days and best days,
good and bad days and nights
works and plays.
My own largest part of learning to forgive myself
for bad days
of WholeEarth neglect
and win/lose interpersonal compromises,
for bad historic days
of letting go too easily,
too conveniently
forgiving my unforgiving
and unforgiven
disintegrating apartisanship,
for sins of Othering heritage,
for anthro-
and ego-centric supremacy
Is to celebrate our connecting
and reconnecting
wealthiest viral health
safe return
to humanity's multicultural Home
Silently celebrating my ego's
largest ecosystemic spaciousness,
deepest wisdom,
widest win/win compassion.
As we learn to con-celebrate
universal EarthTribe Health
re-exploring our nondualistic
indigenous
natural/spiritual heritage Wealth,
We embrace integral
holistic
holy
transparent
and vulnerably compassionate communications
Restoring green interior/exterior climate peace
through EarthJustice,
Remerging
regenerative
redemptive co-passion
celebrating my
and our
green eco/theo-logically peaceful
GoldenRule humane/divine identities
WellBeing constellations,
healthy bicameral democratic structures,
harmonic choruses,
fire-circle heated dancers,
multiculturing communion celebrants
cooperatively fore-giving our worst days
becoming our con-celebrated best days
and nights,
works and plays
communion rays
and praise
empowering light.
Categories:
spaciousness, anxiety, appreciation, caregiving, celebration,
Form:
Political Verse
i would run, as fast as the wild river,
if i ever had the chance. haphazardly,
i would tear forward into nothingness,
never looking down, tripping up on
the razor sharp stones, feet cut up and
bleeding. i would never be one of them.
the family of shame, scotch and sex.
of silence and isolation, fury and red-faced
screaming. i never understood what they
demanded of me, so i was never anyone
they wanted. yet i carried their mark, the
stamp of having come from some impossible
horror. unable to belong to even That….
i, on my wooden swing, would stare off
into the tall eucalyptus, praying that i
would disappear, or become someone else’s
child. or i would gaze into the clouds,
wishing to live and dance in pink silk
shoes in their light, airy spaciousness,
like a princess of peace and beauty…..
Categories:
spaciousness, art,
Form:
Blank verse