Best Strewn Poems
We watch in wonderment, light dawn in us,
even as we rest in peaceful repose,
distanced from thought forms, designed to nonplus
our caged consciousness, fragrant like a rose.
God dwells in our heart, ego in the head
and we have been given freedom to choose,
by which impulse we prefer to be led,
shaping our life upon which we then cruise.
If truth be the filter distilling thought,
God’s will is enacted by us on earth,
elixir of love untying heart’s knot,
whence we surf waves of fate bubbling in mirth.
Silence is the path we’ve embarked upon ~
With each breath intake, we’re again reborn
With each breath intake, we’re again reborn,
looking neither back nor ahead in time,
outcomes any, nonchalant is our yawn,
since there are no peaks which we wish to climb.
As the light of God ensouling this form,
body-mind is but like a car we drive,
thus with strobes of love and light we conform
and with pure intent, flame of truth revive.
Content as we are, there is no seeking,
for we are a dweller of the vast void,
heeding whispers of God, in us speaking,
obeying which, delusion is destroyed.
Rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd ~
For us, Om is God’s gong, His holy word
us, Om is God’s gong, His holy word,
a throb that arises all on its own,
divine magnetism by which nodes are stirred,
benediction bestowed on us alone.
Suffused with cool heat from head till our feet,
we slowly begin to metamorphose,
aligning presence to the cosmic beat,
dance of delight, striking a joyful pose.
In timeless time when ego has capsized,
transcending space-time, we as living light,
meet God face to face and truth’s realised,
becoming the flame that banishes night.
God’s touch is love; we’ve boarded His bliss bus ~
We watch in wonderment, light dawn in us
Seemed too shy-
To articulate
In flash,
She squealed
Beyond phoning:
The business between us-
Is agonizing,
Search for bona fide,
A suitable beloved-
"Pour tous les jours"
Hang around!
Do not kill the whole toy.
Regarding these words
I will answer:
“Long time ago,
I did not think of you.
Initiatory,
I disliked this affair”
Seemed too shy-
“Pour tous les jours”
I’m not the one,
Who dare to ran
After statues,
Asking or crying before –
“You are so precious”
Has been untold -
Where were you?
Falling worthlessness!
And wasting of energy
Seemed too shy -
“Pour tous les jours”
I suppose,
This is your temperament.
You do not have a heart.
Unaware of how passion
Looks like -
…
Few words
For consideration:
“I have never cared”
If you couldn’t dig up the point,
Keep knocking at my door,
I’m going to teach,
Having much time to play –
Toujours…
Holding over
What about the dead?
What about the alive?
What about the rebirth?
Too shy to talk about
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~By M'hamed Kanour__Email: [email protected]~
The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown
A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her
Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away
A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits she dances free
In this pipe dream phantasy I imagined it were me, on this blissful day
relaxing in the jacuzzi
remembering when passion ran free,
big smiles lit up her face as she recalled,
the last time they had laid down...
in a field far away
was a long time ago
they whispered "I love you".
kissed goodbye, was time to go
destiny deemed pastures anew
time past ..now alone
grandparents both...children grown
people will be shocked
by the re-kindled love...in
poppy field with petals strewn
penned 3/4/2018
contest....It's all about four..Broken Wings
Broth of froth fulfils its duty
Calls me forth for cleansing
Seaside summons with her beauty
Sordid sins, my drama mending
Tickled toes consume her tulle
Shell gems of replenishment
Roll readily, her threaded spool
Thighs swarmed by her punishment
Then she tugs me, draws me down
Fuelled with force which drives the world
Turgid topaz, dispatched waves drown
Sorrow in her salty spray, solacious swirl
Fuzz of ripped tulle rings in my eardrums
Ocean submerged, my private universe
Fizz of gripped torso invites redemption
Crystal next day newness she serves
11th September 2020
My Private Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Strawberry constellations twinkle
As seeds for meteors impact fields of greenery.
Abundance grown, as liquified elixirs are sown,
So unlike any ambrosia ever known.
Thank you Lord
For a new beginning
Thank you Lord
For the grace to overcome
The vagaries of the old year
Show me the way to go Lord
For you are my divine compass
The way the truth and life
Thank you father for the new year
Lead me father every inch of the way
For the roads are strewn with mines
They are strewn with demonic entanglement
They are threatened by the desire to look back
And be turned into a pillar of salt
I move forward with confidence
Assured You are with me always
And no one can be against me
On this journey of righteousness
To repossess what rightly
Belongs to me
We can soften attention when we like,
resting thought flow in tranquil stillness slow,
invoking grace that bliss rapture may spike,
leaving our presence vibrant and aglow.
Sensing strobes of bliss within form humming,
music of the spheres in each node strumming,
we dissolve in the flame, willing to burn,
that our soul ascends in mind-body urn.
Below cool cotton rippled sky pale
Barren limbs hang so helpless in the mild gale
Sunlight dances before it sleeps
Early winter’s calling for all to keep
Afternoon’s beams strike the trees
They look like icicles twinkling in the breeze
Mute brown colors surrounds the landscape
Parched and dry soil twists up in a tunnel shape
All that was full of life has now passed
Tarnished and waiting for snow to blanket and contrast
Pieces of debris waving in the brushwood
As the first flakes fall on all where it stood
And shall be graced with beauty in time
With the pings of mother natures frozen white chime
Chilled, silently strewn over the snow
like discarded timbers no one remembers
left behind dreams no one wants to know
How is it that we have come to this
bits and pieces left about for no one to reminisce
tatters of fantasy abandoned to a bleak winter kiss
Fallen aground
nowhere found
burried on the surface under white sound
no longer seen, felt, or anywhere around
Who leaves us behind so hard to find
without the hope or warmth of a familiar mind
is this how cruel our mothers were, so carelessly unkind
Before Earth Day I rode through Central Park,
I spotted plastic bottles strewn across lawns...
it wasn't the mischievous wind that scattered them and made them dance,
but it was humans who didn't care and bothered to dispose of them!
Twelve thirty was the exact hour when an unkept man collected them
as gems, and they were only worthy five cents;
once I yelled at a very young man as thin as a stork,
but his response was too sarcastic for my frowns!
P.S. If you see someone litter,
please remind him/her to dispose them
in a garbage pail. It will help
to keep our parks and streets clean.
Care about your environment by setting a good example.
15 Sept 2024 6:59 am
Walking up the hill
In Septembers morning chill
Scattered along the dim grey path ahead
Are the autumn colored leaves of the past and dead
As quiet as a dream they lay
waiting for me to pass their way
Seeing time that was... is future spent
Memories not yet made, spirits anxious translucent
Piled up as I pass them by
only the brightest capture my eye
The rest ill spent and forgotten
Cast away before their begotten
What a twist in this chaotic time
Too surreal for a serious mind
Who can understand this scene
This living moment of a waking dream
My heart is far away from here
In the future so far yet near
Will I ever catch and settle its need
Or will it for ever into the futures past speed
As God’s magnetism takes over feeble form,
there remains within, no conditioned belief
and as we’re engulfed in these waves cool and warm,
the stillness continuum grants soul relief
from egoic desires that conjure a fear storm,
so thus doing nothing, we turn a new leaf.
The waters divide as they did with Moses,
for we’ve chosen the bliss path strewn with roses.
Leaves are strewn
All over the ground,
There's not a safe place
To be found.
The animals are in hiding
Throughout the thick bush,
Apples are on the ground for deer
There's no need to push.
Walking through trails
Feeling the cool, fall breeze,
I silently look around
All I see are fallen leaves.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.3/2006
Though like cats the hours stray,
The infinity of our love will never be far away,
The mist shall dance upon its ballerina heels,
As the love and garden of your lips seals,
The midnights shall sing with blossoms reborn,
From the gypsies and drifters lovelorn,
The strewn flowers upon the veranda blooms,
In moonlights sweet havens and rooms
Reynaldo Casison