Best Suffuses Poems
Subtle, tingling, blissful caress
Wholeness of being, free from stress
Essence of presence celebrates
Each node within, Cupid’s address
Magnetic heat, pheromones grates
To music of spheres, soul gyrates
Bliss elixir suffuses form
Soma nectar drips through love’s straits
Mists divine are both cool and warm
Magical is, this benign storm
The false drops away, truth is known
Rapture unbound, is the new norm
Bliss and wisdom, that’s ours to own
Borne of love and light, is home grown
Within our heart, is God’s heaven
Yet each must enter there alone
05-September-2022
Categories:
suffuses, heaven, joy, love, wisdom,
Form:
Rubaiyat
A bloom breaks out afresh from its swollen,
green bud and then stretches skyward into
the sun-infused sky. A feature of nature that's
timeless and perennial, it faithfully flowers and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.
Never alone, and joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, it suffuses
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle. The
thick odor attracts and entices the flower-
borne bees, hornets, and yellow-jackets nearby
into a steady, rhythmic pulse of continuous,
busy labor over the perfumed blossoms and
vibrantly-tinted petals. From an adjacent pond
the over-abundant and majestic beauty of the
lily-of-the-valleys add its distinctiveness to
the already rich and vibrant, floral landscape,
now teeming with the vibrancy of spring:—
so lush with fulsomeness of life and movement!
Categories:
suffuses, flower, nature, spring, summer,
Form:
Imagism
“Hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” —Silent One
Scents of jasmine overwhelm boldly
along the granite trail made from ebony buds.
Under Jupiter June’s skyline orbits an alignment
enhancing deeper blue tones on earth’s surface.
Infinite rows of resplendently scented
purple petals grace the image I am told.
Transported by it, my assignment.
Luscious lavender suffuses the soul
with its zest, doing what lavender does.
Tuning into the mind’s emotional unrest,
Slows and unwinds taming the tempest.
Tales abound of an endless Gemini Garden
found near a fairy chimney~a limestone cave carved out
by water encompassed by blooms of deep purple flora.
Byzantium blues and violet berries from the Juniper trees,
I am crushing on it, but musing on never
laying eyes upon such an elysian presence.
Into the distance I trek, rushing each eager step.
I shall explore the garden I’ve come to adore
and its inhabitants, decedents of Pollux and Castor.
From the aurora realms ascends the Queenfisher
of the bluebird bloodline, her plumes of black lace glide wild.
Lily of the valley plays with her daughter Hope.
Lilac, one of the heavenly twins will soon come along.
Hope ignites the sphere with a sunshine smile
Flutters her wings, those of an Indigo child.
Serenely she sings a birdsong's ballad.
Categories:
suffuses, cute, fantasy, garden, myth,
Form:
Free verse
Outside...
The cold rain is why my old hat
feels plastered upon my head,
and why the street has a gray look,
as if the neighborhood is dead.
It’s why I can see every exhale,
why there is a hard chill on my sin,
which seems to seep down to my bones
and take up residence within.
It’s why I am now shivering,
and why my shoes are soaking wet,
why I wish I’d worn a jacket,
this fleece was a really bad bet.
It’s why the day is so dreary,
seems to sap all vitality,
November destroys everything,
grim month of mortality.
I’d rather this rain be snowfall,
painting all in muted white,
at least then you could ski in it
and live up the wintry life.
This rain will freeze, gum up my car
when the mercury drops at dusk,
thankfully this was a short walk
’cause I’ve already had enough.
Inside…
The cold rain is why flames now roar
within my big brick fireplace,
why I feel the wafting heat
warming the skin on my face.
It’s why I’ve got this highball glass
half-filled with the spice of Rye,
makes the stomach a furnace,
a nice glow suffuses inside.
It’s why I hear a rhythm pound,
soothing patterns on metal roof,
and why I sit back in this chair
so comfortably aloof.
It’s why my dog lays on my feet,
Fido knew that I was cold,
that mutt does the job better
than any slippers ever sold.
The rain is why I’ll go with stew
instead of something light and trendy,
and it makes me glad my wife bough
our small, indoor Jacuzzi.
I suppose you can’t feel this comfort
if displeasure is never had,
one appreciates the other,
all this cold rain ain’t that bad.
…seen through a window, at least.
Categories:
suffuses, appreciation, autumn, imagery, november,
Form:
Rhyme
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October blood suffuses to the hilt
my heavy heart, and calms a soul in doubt.
Images, bright images that have no
need of language, the pictures tell the tale,
a gang of schoolboys, picnic-packed, hale
and hearty, hoping for a hint of snow,
their teacher, raven-black, with no command.
Oaks stand guard, ramrod-straight like sentries,
rhododendrons, strong and sprawling bushes,
a place to smoke illicit contraband!
The dial at sunlight's pleasure points to time,
the weather vane makes plain the wind's direction,
no need of clock or any vain contraption
to guage the day, its reason or its rhyme.
The stillness of the morning and the day-glow,
and meadow grasses blessing me with softness,
the rippled waters thrilling me with sweetness,
what other measures do I need to know?
October blows a symphony of sighs,
of spells and incantations for the wise,
who, weather-worn and beaten, seek the skies
or haunt the woodlands for a siren's eyes;
for nature is the most compelling teacher,
companion to my father and my mother,
she cavils, then is kind, just like a brother,
and binds our earthly tapestry together.
Categories:
suffuses, nature, me,
Form:
Verse
Flaxen oars comb golden ripples as I set adrift into butterscotch fog-- my miracle has led me here
Alone, enchanted by soft canary light from a distant Tuscan sun I look to the honey glazed horizon
Leading me deeper into blonde bliss I follow the fire in my belly as it suffuses me with amber valor--
Neither dream nor destiny, as the wind carries the dandelions, soon reborn from a yellow chrysalis
March 3, 2016
~Photo #4
Categories:
suffuses, introspection, yellow,
Form:
Free verse
...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' by Dylan Thomas
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October blood suffuses to the hilt
my heavy heart, and calms a soul in doubt.
Images, bright images that have no
need of language, the pictures tell the tale,
a gang of schoolboys, picnic-packed, hale
and hearty, hoping for a hint of snow,
their teacher, raven-black, with no command.
Oaks stand guard, ramrod-straight like sentries,
rhododendrons, strong and sprawling bushes,
a place to smoke illicit contraband!
The dial at sunlight's pleasure points to time,
the weather vane makes plain the wind's direction,
no need of clock or any vain contraption
to guage the day, its reason or its rhyme.
The stillness of the morning and the day-glow,
and meadow grasses blessing me with softness,
the rippled waters thrilling me with sweetness,
what other measures do I need to know?
October blows a symphony of sighs,
of spells and incantations for the wise,
who, weather-worn and beaten, seek the skies
or haunt the woodlands for a siren's eyes;
for nature is the most compelling teacher,
companion to my father and my mother,
she cavils, then is kind, just like a brother,
and binds our earthly tapestry together.
Categories:
suffuses, on writing and words,
Form:
Verse
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October blood suffuses to the hilt
my heavy heart, and calms a soul in doubt.
Images, bright images that have no
need of language, the pictures tell the tale,
a gang of schoolboys, picnic-packed, hale
and hearty, hoping for a hint of snow,
their teacher, raven-black, with no command.
Oaks stand guard, ramrod-straight like sentries,
rhododendrons, strong and sprawling bushes,
a place to smoke illicit contraband.
The dial at sunlight's pleasure points to time,
the weather vane makes plain the wind's direction,
no need of clock or any vain contraption
to gauge the day, its reason or its rhyme.
The stillness of the morning and the day-glow,
and meadow grasses blessing me with softness,
the rippled waters thrilling me with sweetness,
what other measures do I need to know?
October blows a symphony of sighs,
of spells and incantations for the wise,
who, weather-worn and beaten, seek the skies
or haunt the woodlands for a siren's eyes,
for nature is the most compelling teacher,
companion to my father and my mother,
she cavils, then is kind, just like a brother,
and binds our earthly tapestry together.
Categories:
suffuses, writing,
Form:
Verse
Toroidal heart and bliss bubbles bursting
in thousands noiselessly at head ovoid,
ushers rapture for which we were thirsting,
being by ego no longer decoyed.
As a sublime fragrance suffuses form,
we are both in this world and in heaven,
enveloped by a magnetic bliss storm,
soma nectar drips through chakras seven.
When jarring life notes deflect attention,
bliss remains but its attributes dilute,
prompting us to restore meditation,
that our soul presence within may reboot.
Deepen oh hermit, deepen each bliss strobe ~
Layer by layer, ignorance disrobe
07-November-2022
Categories:
suffuses, heart, joy, silence, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Wind
whistles
tempting tune,
on air-swept wings
beguiled birds soar high
to seamless sapphire sky
with the fleet of cotton clouds,
design changing silk shapes adrift.
Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt,
flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy.
I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature,
swaying me on swells of solitude,
resounds the music of silence
in pristine precinct of peace
that suffuses my soul.
Lured by topaz sky,
my mind adorns
jewels of
divine
joy.
Categories:
suffuses, nature,
Form:
Etheree
Wind
whistles
tempting tune,
on air-swept wings
beguiled birds soar high
to seamless sapphire sky
with the fleet of cotton clouds,
design changing silk shapes adrift.
Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt,
flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy.
I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature,
swaying me on swells of solitude,
resounds the music of silence
in pristine precinct of peace
that suffuses my soul.
Lured, I look at sky,
my mind adorns
jewels of
divine
bliss.
Categories:
suffuses, analogy, emotions, joy,
Form:
Etheree
Nestled in the woods,
away from sundry glances,
she sleeps in his shadow
and sighs in dusky dreams.
Her melancholic, frozen limbs
ache for the warmth of his orb!
At the dawn of the mellow sphere,
embellished with his golden beams,
she sparkles with his splendor
and smiles at the twilight wonder
as his rosy glow suffuses her being.
Bedecked as a bride in sheer delight,
she serenades merry melodies to his divine sight
and swings in joy with zephyrs.
His glimpse brings her veins to life.
Though far, far beyond her mortal reach,
he inspires her to flow with his rhythm
and exude her ethereal beauty;
she’s a scintillant stream of love!
Date of submission: 1/23/2023
Contest Name: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
suffuses, beauty, emotions, love, sunshine,
Form:
Free verse
Self instructs, subject of own inspection
Sole idle suffuses our organic
Implicit say overcomes suggestion
Ideal sanctity outlives semantics
Isolated in single origin
Slaughters overt outside influences
Ordaining serene inspires sovereign
4th April 2021
Written for Contest: Seven Lines of Solitude
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
suffuses, absence, inspiration, solitude,
Form:
Alliteration
I have envisioned the fire dust of her brave wings
and I have heard her metatronic voice of kind
she lives in linear time, across galactic spheres
at the pulpit of the sun, and moon's adhere
In her galactic matrix, is a wavespell spiral
that suffuses, golden energy and verve
Redundant by nature she travels very light
turning copper into gold, she never grows old
I decided to push the pendulum of disbelief
and trust the voice inside that says "believe"
she lives in linear time, across galactic spheres
and every time I trust, she suddenly draws near.
Categories:
suffuses, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
“Life pulse renews, radiating bliss hues ~
Bliss elixir sublime, becomes heart’s muse”
~ quote by poet
Mirroring guru, our third eye glistens,
wooing the head ovoid to come along
and with heart joining in, the plot thickens,
leaving us lost in trance, as bliss beats gong.
Enlivened spine holds erect magnetism,
that suffuses form with bliss mists sublime,
leaving no chasm in our mind-body prism,
ensuring our pure soul’s heavenward climb.
Our void centric presence, free from desire,
simply rests in awareness self-aware,
there being no goals for which we aspire,
our emptiness is laid before God bare.
Polarities rotate; we are the flame ~
Give it any name but we’re not the same
Categories:
suffuses, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet