Best Wellsprings Poems
I strive to place God as the be- all and end- all of life
I know He watches over me as a caring father.
When storm clouds rise high in my sky,
I look up to Him for guidance.
He gives company in my loneliness,
Gives hope, when down in the ditch of despair.
As I walk in darkness, when I falter and fall
His gentle words keep ringing in my ears
“Come all you, who are thirsty
Come to the waters”- (Isaiah-55)
Yes, I turn to the living waters
And drink deep from the wellsprings of His love.
In my sojourn on this earth, his love pilots me
When storms rage fierce and breakers rise high,
I turn to Him who once rebuked the wind,
And calmed the waves of the tumultuous sea.
With childlike trust, I give my hand to God
And ask Him to hold it tight, never letting go.
God, l know, is pleased with my trust in Him
And my resolve to love all His creation.
Let every atom in me throb with His filling love
May it spurt like torrents to form gushing streams.
Lipogram Sonnet 4-12-24
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Spring Sonnet
Spring bursts out from winter’s silent cocoon,
Fluttering luminescence on new wings,
Freed up from the midnight’s monochrome womb
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings.
Thin borderlines edged in dull grey on white,
Feeling the tickle of divine kisses,
Explode in hues borrowed from the first light,
Colors flit over icy snow with bliss.
Gliding on the virgin winds’ new story
Neon wings trickle colors on flowers
In purple tendrils of yellow glory,
From solstice sleep life returns in showers.
Young springtime emerges, from restive sleep,
Rising with morning - promises to keep.
I've never worn a pair of angel wings
There's no glowing halo above my head
but my tears flowed like water from wellsprings
when someone I love was wounded and bled
My heart has been bruised and it's been broken
There's no glowing halo above my head
'cause I've damaged hearts with words I've spoken
and then been sorry for things I have said
I have bared my skin and revealed my soul
There's no glowing halo above my head
I confess that sometimes I lose control
Can't change one thing about the life I've led
I have scars inside that no one shall see
There's no glowing halo above my head
No angelic wings, soft and feathery
I’m simply human, seeking daily bread
Summer Quatrains – Swap Quatrains 6-19-24
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Summer Quatrains
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
With jubilant serenades, heartfelt,
Frozen heartbeats freed from rime flow on wings
Into wellsprings silk ribbons of ice melt.
The brooding nimbus bows to solstice’ clouds
Dandelion days doze in clover now
As the Dayspring moon chants reveries out loud
To solstice’ clouds the brooding nimbus bows.
The rumpled season rides on wings of change,
Dancing in the ether where dreams abide,
Somersaults o’re a wishing star’s exchange
On wings of change the rumpled season rides.
In summer’s sunlight winter’s rose arises
Past the melancholy veils of dark starlight
Opens silky buds, rapture’s surprises,
Winter’s rose arises in summer sunlight.
Ancient
~*~*~*~*~*Beliefs
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Cultivate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Distinguishable
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Entities
~*~*~*~*~*Fortify
Genuine
~*~*~*~*~*Harmonic
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Ideas
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Justifying
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Kindredship
~*~*~*~*~*Mentoring
Nurturing
~*~*~*~*~*Obliging
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Perseverance
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Qualifies
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Respect
~*~*~*~*~*Strengthening
Transcends
~*~*~*~*~*Ultimate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Victory
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Wellsprings
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Xenial
~*~*~*~*~*Yonder
Zeal
This night of stars with moonlight glow
has brought us a memory from long ago
When stars aligned in an Autumn sky
And we were young lovers who heard a sigh
As we quenched our hearts from love's wellsprings
In our dreamers' flight on breathless wings
When our hearts became blooms of intimacy
And all of love was a warm feast of delicacy
That opened the guarded door of surrender
to bury us in raptured arms of our love's ember
Where our souls danced on the edge of fantasy
and time was lost in molten mystic majesty
Beneath the universe of Autumn's starry arena
When ardor's ambrosia covered our hearts patina
From each kiss shared in enchanted sincerity
Revealed by the star-lit sky and its clarity
That led us to a night of stars with moonlight glow
And brought us a memory from long ago
Bold, wide, and gently rolling or narrow, crisp, and clear,
rushing over bedrock. Broad shouldered to carry the burden
of the depths, or lithe and athletic, coursing swiftly down a
stream. Men stand and gaze transfixed by the timeless
rippling and unfolding of your waters.
The Rivers
Provider of food and bounty. Transporter of goods and
people. Pathway toward dark, uninhabited places.
Prime mover of the soil. Your course and banks perpetually
changing, birthing lowlands and broad deltas. Seeker
of lower elevations and home of deep wellsprings.
The Rivers
You bequeath the gifts of the waters from your eternal flow
to the veins and arteries of all life on earth. You are the
medium of cool, molten flow; a go-between from modest rivulet
to vast sea or ocean abyssal. Your soul composes the antiphonal
music of the waterfall and rain bearing cloud. Motion is the
purpose of your existence or eventually, all life perishes.
The Rivers
Men seek more than your bounty. They crave more than a
quick drink of your cooling waters, hoping to slake a passing
thirst. Our souls yearn for more than adventure along your realms.
We long to meld our spirit with yours; and in doing so, to feel eternal.
The Rivers
7-31-14
Mystery this frail existence—
leaning into heedless wind.
Omen of pale dawn’s insistence—
all are fallen; all have sinned.
Distant birth’s incipient morn—
divergent lives their myriad courses.
Faux angelic forms suborn—
risen Sheol’s rotting corpses.
Uncertainty’s advancing chill—
day’s end finds us near surrender.
This road of life seems all uphill—
existence deems us mere pretender.
Dismiss this moribund charade—
see wellsprings rise and thwart disdain.
Wild their fountains now cascade—
mingle then your tears with rain.
In honor of newlyweds Sarai Romano and Todd Virden
Ten Lines from Ten Poems 12/26/24
Poems used 1)Most Beautiful Christmas Poem 2)Who Am I?; 3)Keeper of the Flame; 4)Dreams within Dreams; 5)Love's Sonnet; 6)Moonlight on Meadows; 7)Yellow; 8)Gracious Grace; 9)Summer Quatrains; 10)At One With
Inspiration
Through the breathless comma of anticipation
I search for words that yearn to walk
A smokeless incense of inspiration arises
Pulled back from fleshless graveyards of bleak
Pale dawn stumbles from midnight to forget,
Splashing auroras of platinum mist
Breathing fireflies into tombs of musky indigos -
Endless effervescence of grace.
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
Present tense of the divine dawn.
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the greatest of Victorian
poets, formed a very close relationship with
Arthur Hallam and frequently visited the Hallam
home in Wimpole Street. After Hallam's sudden
death, Tennyson frequently returned to the house,
and stood weeping in the street.)
Tears, Idle Tears
When two young men are close – are more than friends,
perhaps? – as Tennyson and Hallam were,
and with one’s sudden death, the friendship ends,
what may we (faced with morbid grief) infer?
That Arthur bore the promise of the age
is well attested. But was taken young.
Is sorrow something simply to assuage,
or are there deeper wellsprings? Alfred clung
unhealthily to his. The morning rain
would lash him as he stood there, hat in hand,
in front of sixty-seven, drenched in pain
he neither could discharge nor understand:
abandoned lover, feverish and thin,
with salty raindrops dripping from his chin.
The wordsmith toils over hot metal fonts in wellsprings
Struggling like a blacksmith to hone and shape
thoughts and images into typeface words and poems.
To conjure up meanings from thoughts twisted, prodded,
cajoled and prised to render mindful hot gems of expression.
Squeezing letters from tubes onto a pallet,
the smithy shovels the alphabet mix into blobs of words and
babbles with peaks, on bench.
Words of many colors gleaned and arrayed for careful collation.
Shuffling through the verbal menagerie,
words are carefully selected
for their sound, voice, look and meaning.
Memorable and meaningful words,
that prompt feelings way beyond what the words just say,
Words that bind the fabric of emotional phrases in layer on layer,
and in the honey, binding the words together,
Words provoking deep blue feeling
when words read between the lines,
Words that reach out well beyond the intended,
to the unintended feelings and emotions in readers.
Word plays, games and devices crafted
to perfection by wordsmith magicians.
For the wordsmith loves words
with sheer, utter and blatant devotion.
The words themselves,
not just their power, magic and what they mean.
Like charms and spells,
such bewitched words only work
if the readers and hearers believe in them.
Such evocative words inspire
feelings and emotions in readers
primed to be receptive to their charms.
Musical evocative words,
that resonate and echo deep within.
Poets are wordsmiths, artists, musicians,
performers, sages and soothsayers,
driven by the love of words, to create masterpieces
in artful word craft:
It is the color of saying.
Alabaster beauty caressed delightfully.
Excruciatingly flirtatious gentle hands, incite jubilant kisses.
Luxuriant moans naughtily offend pedestrians.
Quieter rumblings satiate trembling urges.
Vanquished wellsprings xeriscape yearning’s zealousness.
**19 Sep 2015**
Everson Cleverson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Seeker of truth from the
Marrow within
Transcendent acumen
serendipitously
Roused from the soul, sacred
Journeys begin
13 Jan 2021
Kyrielle
Dry caverns yearn for fountainheads
Splashing whirlpools filling streambeds;
Dusty grottos of emptiness
Beg for wellspring’s joyful excess.
Parched hollows anticipation
Waits for waves of transformation;
Longs for aqua waves elation
Surging tides lyric vibrations.
Deep reservoir of creation
Hears the flowing invitation;
Swirling clear tides swell in ascent
Wellsprings chant in a new advent.
Dulcet fountains gush in rebirth
Sweet waters burst out from dry earth;
Aquifers of waters that live
Bathes the soul with grace that forgives.
8-10-22
The sun fades towards the west
The loving beauty of our star in sunset is expressed
The majestic mountains expanding past horizon trees and beaches that are by sea caressed
All by the divine power behind the sun are blessed
Any time soon
Appears the blue visage of full moon
It illuminates the mysterious dune
Cool breeze carries sea and mountain fragrance in this transcendent night of June
The sea holy is just a small flower yet hand behind it puts in ecstasies
Because as much as sea holy has many copies
There is only one spirit among hollies
That is extended soul and by it formed neural tree has no boundaries
That neural flame and its version of nonlinearity
It is the testament of this spirits adaptability
And its acuity
But there is more to its dexterity
Soul of the just has many windings
Choosing the right destiny is one of spirit’s of dunes blessings
He can decipher the divine writings
And with it his soul will be as pure as one of wellsprings