Best Sublime Poems
+Her Spirit Sublime+
She knelt in God's marble chapel, in her uniform.
A suit of deep,forest green with fresh white blouse
honoring God, her King.
So young, she bowed her shiny brunette head in reverence,
Hearing the robins sing, that teenage spring, singing
in angelic consonance.
Her prayerbook of black leather, gold-leaf edges and
ribboned marker of red,
Made her realize as she stroked it, that is was only by God
was she to be led.
The delicate scent of candles that burnt so bright!
The artwork of mosaiced windows, sunlit-hued made her
feel heavenly light.
Her crystal, beaded rosary which transformed,the white marbled
walls, into a supernatural rainbow divine.
Grateful, to be in a school, that this memory still sings in her memory, sweet,alive and utterly, sublime!
11-30-2020
10:30am PST
**Poem of the Day**
12/2/2020
Dedication~ to my high school and religious mentors, who taught
me who runs this world! Thank you.
(Verse One)
My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her
My baby's a star, you know
She shimmers for the eventide
Always lets my crazies slide
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love ...
(Bridge A)
Her ... eyes ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... eyes ...
My dreams keep - soft sleep
(Chorus)
She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime
She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime
(Verse Two)
My baby's a star, you know
In her bright, commands the sky
She lets my many faults get by
That's why I love her
Set no one above her
My baby's a star, you know
Warms the heavens with her smile
Makes each moment worth my while
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love ...
(Bridge B)
Her ... heart ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... heart ...
Our love's keep - love's leap
(Chorus)
She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime
She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime
- SOLO SECTION -
(Bridge One & Two)
Her ... eyes ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... eyes ...
My dreams keep - soft sleep
Her ... heart ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... heart ...
Our love's keep - love's leap
(Chorus)
She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime
She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime
(Repeat Chorus Out)
exotic orchids
tropical beautiful blooms
sensual allure
20th January 2015
He’s so super, duper
That guy, he’s a trooper
He’s a fellow Souper
He's no party pooper
His name?
Yea…It’s Cooper!
His first name? It’s Shane
Brings pleasure, not pain
He handles insane
This friendship won’t wane
He shows no disdain
That great guy named Shane
Shane Cooper, you’re sweet
You’re friendship’s a treat
Every day there's a tweet
To help me on my feet
So here’s a rhyme greet!
I’ll save you a seat
At the bar when we meet
Come rain, hail, or sleet
We'll toast the elite
Down on PS Street!
Thanks for being such a fab friend…Your daily encouragement has meant the world to me. You're not afraid of my CRAZY! You need a medal! Hugs
Bambi! ;)
Whiskey Lips So Sublime
Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as
The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in
One’s own true self!
This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your
Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly,
As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of
Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid,
As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip
You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of
Your eternal soul!
Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message
You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles.
Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself,
You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a
Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all
Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one!
With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing
An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the
Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall
Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018
(Free Verse)
In rhymes sublime I dream that I’m in summer time,
recalling green and the lake pristine where we would go.
To find the lake, a trail we’d take and then we’d climb!
With no worry, in no hurry – we took it slow.
Chipmunks we’d see; we’d laugh with glee as they would flee.
How they would scurry – cute and furry – from our sight.
Wildflowers too were plucked by you – to give to me.
A queen was I and you - my guy - a shining knight!
Just us, the trees and feeling ease in summer’s breeze!
One sweet July with clear blue sky I think of still.
Oh, what you’d planned! Ring on my hand. You asked me please
to be your wife for all our life. I said, “I WILL!”
Wind was blowing; I was glowing with the knowing
that we two would say “I do” at summer’s end.
Our lake we found (no one around!) With joy showing,
you gave a grin; I jumped in with my true-love friend!
Nov. 11, 2020 for Joseph May's In Rhymes Sublime Poetry Contest
Just past
where the world of the atom ends
there are spaces that we try to fill
or pretend they don't exist.
Hollows that harbor silence
or an unshaped need,
the imprint of something
the mind can't conceive.
Music makes its way there
and knocks on the door,
takes its seat to hear
the sublime and capture
in glorious notes
what can't be said
in words. The chords
of creation sound
in the chambers of the ear.
Poetry goes there
with its clumsy feet, trying
to fit the formless into a cage,
give beauty a face,
fumbling to shape shadows
into three dimensional space.
And yet it is the word
that brings things into being,
gives each its sacred name.
Language the blunt instrument
of the poet's art,
the poem a sanctum
to house the holy embers
of creations spark.
Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words
(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
A set of double rhyming sonnets
Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-
And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*
Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.
Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )
(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists
When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.
When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )
In a corner of my room I seek sublime awareness,
I attempt to transcend my past, present and future;
Such a little place of tranquility where I find higher purpose,
Letting go of the now and finding myself in nature.
My meditation takes me deep into my inner power,
Transcendence and serene knowledge and abandon;
The vastness of self, interpretation of life, the creative writer,
I float in delight through landscapes before hidden.
I have found the infinite part of my unlimited being,
My third eye is activated and I am in a realm higher;
Letting go, discarding things of no purpose including feelings,
And in my meditation I am awake and not just a dreamer.
____________________
August 15, 2015
Rhyme
Submitted to the contest, Least Views, Casarah Nance
Third Place
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Sensations mounting whirling heights
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To close my ardent joyful eyes
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And feed upon her peach delight ~
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Nectars promise, of pulped divine...
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Distill these drops extracting time
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Upon my twirling tongues design
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Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~
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...“Harvest Loves, Sweet Sublime.”
Nature constantly calls to man through wondrous colors and endless song
As stewards of her magnificent beauty, to lend respect while yet, we're strong
Seek wisdom in her silent messages brought to bear as seasons change
So our children may inherit a beautiful legacy and learn to live healthily and long
Blessed is our world with four elements, earth, wind, water and fire
Given to sustain perfect balance, by maintaining nature's desire
They preserve these sacred cathedrals in which creation may freely worship
Wherein all souls may congregate, finding peaceful respite and aspire
The glorious sun spreads brilliant light and heat, as it feeds, it heals
The wind blows, wherever guided; dispersing sleeping seeds
And rain falls in the right measure to sustain in and out of time
As Mother Earth retains her fertility while blissfully she serves our needs
This oneness, so sublime, exemplifies sweet serenity which exudes
Reminding us that in harmony, we would long exist if peace, we include
Earth would remain a haven in the universe, where God's creatures may fully thrive
To ignore stressful pleas would usher in dark days, and life as we know, will elude
~*~
For John's Freeman's "Rubbiyat" Contest
Inspired by a photo of tranquility in nature
Sensations mounting whirling heights
To close my ardent joyful eyes
And feed upon her peach delight ~
Nectars promise, of pulped divine....
Distill these drops extracting time
Upon my twirling tongues design
Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~
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...."Harvest Love's, Sweet Sublime" *
Soft, subtle and sublime
Fragrance of mellowed bloom
Whisper of fallen leaves
Warmth of the subdued sun
Innocence all-around
Enthralling silence
Filling the heart
Not wild, not loud
Just cozy and quit
Nature’s symphony
With idyllic notes
Mild, magical and serene
Song of golden leaves
Enhancing the melody
Nature’s equipoise
Ardor and ambience
Restrain and moderation
Introversion and quietude
A candid self-reflection
Of dignity inspiring me
To merge with myself
The soul of a gorgeous woman
Portrayed by the sublime
Facets of her beautiful eyes
Perfect body does climb
Her body overheats in a flash
Colors express their own
Delight opens her exposure
Displays every light shown
She has lost her figure to lust
Eyes scope out her being
A form of love is before me
No stitch of want leaving
From behind there is much grandeur
Leaking beautiful thoughts
Colors bleed from her every pore
Nothing that is store bought
She exudes this scene of passion
Heat enveloped around
I suffocate within her form
She has surely been found
Russell Sivey
A form of Poulter’s Measure
Meaning hangs on a wing
and briefly holds together,
tipping on some fine edge,
a feathers weight from oblivion.
Take this evening, a sunset
settling upon the water, the fleck
of a small boat with its solitary figure
floating the still, birds flying overhead,
each a part of a moment
sliced from a second.
Mere coincidence, a chance picture
put together by a confluence of things
in a corner of a vast cosmos.
The birds trailing their cries
in long threads across the sky
seem to hymn a lament,
the dark slowly closing over
the world like a large eyelid
before the coming of night
and the onset of sleep.
There is nothing but a sublime
myth to keep the soul awake,
to make of what is passing
into something permanent,
meaning kept afloat on that
small, distant image of a boat
set upon a blessed sea,
it's existence flickering in
and out of a pale beam
of hope.