Best Unseal Poems
Outside, a table awaits idle: I join as though it was my companion
Pondering about life as if it were water appeasable to the deepest canyon
Trees and scattered leaves waving alongside the lake facing the north; sighing
Opportunity after opportunity, oh how Ungrateful I am as I whisper to him crying
" A work in progress I am Lord, assist as I sprinkle the ground below with my tears
Lead me and guide me for I shall follow you through out my years
Let your word be used as a sword to fight against my enemy peers
Unseal your lips Father for your words of wisdom are therapeutic to my ears"
A canvas set aside of unfading colors; a mirror painting of the Lord above
My knees gently caress the pavement thanking him for his everlasting love
Caterpillars gather around to celebrate and form to butterflies within my chest
Thanking the Lord once again, for I know with Faith he will conquer the rest
Oh, mythical fairy, how bashfully you woo me tonight
Attuning love’s lyrics to music of the passionate night
Alluring astral delight, the moon and stars you invite
Dazzling passions emanating from your enticing eyes
Twinkling celestial heights in scintillating smitten skies
Seducing tenor of fiery night, as sparks of love ignite
Inflaming sensuous hearts under opulent moonlight
As the lady of mystique embraces her beloved knight.
Whirling rhythms of my tempo in glamorous dance
My desires you waltz beaming glances of romance
Hypnotizing me brazenly in clutches of exotic stance
Arousing flirtatious entreaties clamoring to conceive
Tantalizing sensibilities yearnings of bosoms weave
In forbidden web of transgressions, longing to unseal
Secrets of fantasy world, titillating your occult zeal,
As essence of love’s enigma surrenders to my appeal.
Savor my dear, elixir of life, before it’s time to depart
Painting portrait of this union on canvas of my heart
Narrating love poetically, reminiscent of Rumi’s glory
Adorning fable-eternal, scripting rhapsodic allegory
Beholden to doting night, unwilling to meet the dawn,
As echoes of our heart-bells endlessly toll on and on
Urging for this dream to live on, stilling reign of time,
Cuddling pleasures divine, satiating fantasies sublime.
September 24, 2020
Placed 2nd: The night of passion and desire poetry contest
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
My lips are sealed
I will not say
I long for you
Till night meets day
My lips are sealed
No, not a breath
Till I lie still
In arms of death
My lips are sealed
I will not speak
Of how you move
And make me weak
My lips are sealed
There is no sound
Of how myself
To you I’ve bound
My lips are sealed
I’ll not confess
How for your eyes
I would undress
My lips are sealed
I will not praise
I’ll lock inside
This love sick craze
My lips are sealed
You will not hear
How melting starts
When you are near
My lips are sealed
For you don't dare
To view this soul
That I lay bare
With tongue so wet
My lips unseal
Slide over them
Their sweetness real
Tis with your lips
You unlock mine
And get a taste
Of what’s divine
A lover’s kiss
Holds firm the key
Unlock my lips
And savor me!
Until that time
Sweet dream of mine
Until that time….
My lips are sealed.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Oh, how I blush, in appeal of your zeal
Enthralled in treasured memories of glee
As words not said, intimately unseal
Verses of love arousing latent plea
In caged lofty dreams, longing to be free
Flirting secretly, letting passions rise
Pulsing my vibes, sensing sensuous highs;
Alas, my youth then, had nary a clue
How to woo your smile, courting doting eyes--
Bashful to tell you, how much I loved you.
August 13, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain - Poetry contest
Title chosen: Untold
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Some days we rise and others we fall
Some days we run and some we crawl
Sunshine will fade with cover of night
It shall return and show its light
Be sure to face each day anew
Yesterday is gone and today accrues
Face each struggle with grace and tact
Don't burn that bridge, in case you come back
Today is not lost, tomorrow still waits
There is still more time to unseal your fate
Look where you are and where you have been
Life is a challenge to face with a grin
Take each day and remember who waits
I will hold your hand as we open each gate
We are here as a pair, as one to stay
Keep looking ahead, and defend your day
Sounds of inaudible shadows fleeing for cover
They're on my trail; one path has led to another
The faint noises of their traffic rouse those nearby
Summer's night seems to be serene, but it is a lie
in the middle of the bustle of the busy streets
Let's explore some half-full mumbling retreats
The city's sound is reminiscent of a symphony
In this social junkyard, that might restore dignity
Art implies unseal mind, yet doubt can block them
In this era of polyester, I'm scanning for a gem
However, it's not unusual for words to come freely
Hair spilled shadows, never soaked so deeply
Airy grace of a picture clashes with the evil below
Deep seas are noiseless, and this we know
Art relieves anxiousness and stimulates creativity
When people see you, they may view positivity.
At the last supper He declared,
"One of you is my betrayer".
They questioned Him and each denied
Then all joined in song and prayer.
Mount Olive was the next stop
They could see He was distressed,
But they fell asleep while He prayed,
Even those who loved Him best.
When the mobs came with their clubs and swords,
Disciples turned from men to mice.
Even stalwart Peter faltered
And in fact denied him thrice.
Then Judas boldly kissed Him.
It was the cruel betrayer's sign
And they took him off to Pilate.
All was part of God's design.
Jesus had to die to save us.
Calmly He accepted fate.
"Crucify Him. Crucify Him."
Love for their Christ had turned to hate.
They nailed Him to the cross and mocked Him
As He hung between two thieves.
Jesus said to His companions,
"I can save he who believes."
Darkness fell across the whole land
And at three o'clock He died.
Then the women who had followed
And His mother loudly cried.
Joseph from Arimathea took His body
Which Pilate graciously allowed.
Joseph wrapping Him in linen
Carried Him past sobered crowd.
The two Marys who had followed
And another named Salome
Watched as He was quickly buried
Then each went sadly to her home.
On the evening of the Sabbath
They brought spices to embalm Him,
These two Marys and Salome
Who had worshiped and adored Him.
Early on that Sunday morning,
The women again came to the tomb.
Unsure if they could roll the stone
To unseal His burial room.
But they found the room wide open
With an angel sitting there.
"Your Lord's not here, He has arisen."
They could only stand and stare.
Mary Magdalene, cured from demons,
Was first to see Him now alive.
She told disciples, but they answered
"That's a bad tale to contrive"
The grieving disciples locked themselves
Into safety in a room.
They felt as isolated
As was Jesus in His tomb.
To their amazement, Jesus entered
Showed His dreadful wounds and scars.
He told them He would rise to Heaven.
(Is Heaven found among the stars?)
He bade them to tell His story
And to spread it through all lands.
The faithful disciples did so
And the world now understands
That we sinners killed our Savior,
But we know we'll be forgiven.
If we believe in Him and trust Him,
He will gather us to Heaven.
Written: March 31, 2015
Who am I? A seeker, within I set sail,
Beyond the horizon where stories pale.
Golden threads of twilight unravel in my grasp,
A penumbra of half-truths, a breath to clasp.
Waters rise from twin springs of insight,
A call to cleanse, to bathe in light.
An offering to the serene, a passage to cross,
The dagger of repentance, a coin to toss.
They urged me to open my chest, to reveal,
To reawaken the saint, the truth to unseal.
Before the reliquary mirrors, I stood to confess,
Our mirrors lie, but here they address.
Reflections of incarnation, not mere mimicry,
A perplexing phenomenon, a soul's intricacy.
To look within, a task of moments or ages,
A measure of the self, in countless stages.
emm*
Copyright 26 August 2014
Ancient treasure, here before you,
Feel it tremble, lightly so;
Steal this treasure, waiting for you,
Precious tales of love and woe.
Here's my heart, you may unseal it
With a smile, and with a tear;
Take my soul, but don't reveal it,
Keep its secrets hidden here.
M :-)
You need not go to trek
the infinite wilderness of time
to savor the sweet and fun moments
that you have been tasted
all through out
All you need is to freeze
the wink of your time
through a click and a flash
to seal it in this scroll
In the future,
If you want to steal glances
in your fading warm memory
all you need
is to unseal the scroll
and immersed yourself
of all the sad and fun instances
that has been
experienced
somewhere in
your life’s span.
You asked me to write about
Family
You unleashed the love I always carry in me
My own flesh and blood
My endearment within but an ocean not a flood
My being and centre of gravity
That's who I am
That's my family.
You asked me to write about
Family
You let flow my very adoration and yearning
The memories of the nearest and dearest still burning
The deep rooted tree, the kinship harmony and bond
The time together I cherish and am of fond
It was a unity
I miss my family.
You asked me to write about
Family
I worship care, devotion, values and beliefs
In me built unconditionally
The prayers and convictions that helped my soul be
Never can I for granted take
What is genuinely given not fake
Shall I say thank you?
Or is it a "cliché"! ? A formality?
Well, all the recognition, all the credit for my family.
You asked me to write about
Family
A deep wound you unseal
The ache you unveil is a heap
Unlock the gate of our home wide
Void is there dwelling inside
Stories, portraits, sorrow and delight
I long for what is black and white
I mourn my family.
You asked me to write about
Family
What if, one day
A dream awakens the soul of me
My family is now in the world of me
My dad of age would have been more than eighty
Loving as ever whispering to God in serenity
My mum powerful as she used to be
Would have been now my baby
Our house once sinking into oblivion
Would have been once again a home in joviality
My family the root of my unity
All the love for my family.
There is something we all have
Inside us, both good and bad
That can cause A splotchy stain
Of despair, sorrow and pain
Revenge and payback can unseal
Things that shouldn't be revealed
Trusted to be locked away
Where it should forever stay
But sometimes anger is the key
To unlock this mystery
Breaking all the faith and trust
Of golden friendships into rust
Or this hidden pinky swear
Is a happy joy affair
Full of laughter and good times
An occasion where you find
Decorations, food and fun
Friends and family have begun
A surprise that will WOW
Shocking someone here and now
With great news so wondrous
A day of love and nothing less
So depending on what's told
Whether it is big and bold
Or amazing and so kind
There will be a place and time
Secrets always find a way
To make or destroy someones day
Watching outside the glass window
Water filling-up our garden 's meadow
When the rain and wind begun to splash
I closed my eyes reminiscing our past.
Let's start reviewing before the seven calendars
Turn the pages back of the classic memoir
When you reach the first part, let's sit and start
Never leave, never skip let the pages show it's part.
Two characters in their sweet beginning
Their story in climax foretells heartbreaking
Ending - the witness of my lonely love story
The untold feelings remain in one's memory.
I'll let the storyteller reveals the secrets
For I don't have the courage to unseal what i feel
Hear the storyteller in this poem
Hear the heartbeat before I'll move on.
No more cigs.
no more bad habits;
just a man
with self-control.
At some point,
we all need,
to be managed
by ourselves.
Perhaps
If we’d all
Begun when younger;
fifty-something would,
be a very young number.
With the wisdom of age,
when we are younger;
we might climb mountains,
when we’re older.
Or Trek the Himalayas,
and swim the oceans deep.
Run and win a marathon
And not need so much sleep.
Alas, mistakes made
in the past,
Have caught up with us all
and fast.
But, it may not
be too late;
to unseal and to change,
fates.
Maverick(Vers libre)
~From precept life, for lack of moral concept fell,
Into the mind by the serpent’s spell,
Faith’s Agape copy became very sloppy,
Now life must live with these bitter pills,
Unto the seventh of seven judgments unseal,
“Until!” Four apocalyptic horseman ride to rid!
~As minds elite group seeks to form to the world’s alarm,
Into chaos they lead of mind serpent greed,
Faith precept ignored governs a wilderness of mind explored,
By neurotic of minds chaotic , the serpent slithers…Selah!!!