Blush Poems

Cinnabar Moth

Plump black velvet plush
fluttering flip book of flight
reveals concealed blush

Hush the blush

If mind is in control, we remain constrained,
anchored in fires of dark desires and deep fears,
so how then may we be from ego unchained,
free from taunts and jibes of our thought demon’s jeers?
First things first, for love and light to be ingrained,
we must be still, so that when God’s presence nears,
we resist not influx of bliss magnetism,
igniting from head to toe, mind-body prism.

hush the blush

a question is asked
and we are so tasked
to ignite a mind
yet in ego’s bind

we let silence speak
that thus a sneak peek
to soul be revealed
when focus be steeled

the cosmic dancer
becomes the answer
flowing on with ease
and thus questions cease

hush the blush

Forged from the elements of Mother Earth, 
mindful is our touch, each emote gentle,
dwelling in heart always bubbling with mirth,
resting thought flow and all concepts mental,
love the currency to pay life’s rental.
In body temple, making eye single,
heart delights when bliss pheromones mingle.

Proposal

He took her to the beach 
And he said , I want a ice cream?
She smiled and said ok.

When she returns back , she can't found him
She called his name and run throughout the beach,

When she find him,
She cried and hugged him,
He said I'm here, I don't leave you.

Then he said, I don't want to be your friend,
She stunned and asked Why?

With a smiling face he said How can I love my friend?
She shocked and asked what?

"He sit down to propose her with a ring" while she was in shock 
She was stunned, but showed her finger with blushing....

Blush of Love

a rose softly blooms
petals blush with sweet whispers
hearts in union beat
beneath the moon’s tender glow
love’s promise lingers ever

Blush of Dawn

Each morning brings with it the light of hope. 
                                              ~ by poet 


Stunningly serene, the blush of Dawn as she awakens.

Hush the blush

Push and pull, life’s game inane,
fleeting joy, lingering pain;
a strange darkness where we dwell,
holed up in body-mind shell.

We wish to have right of way,
in this form doomed to decay 
and it’s only when death nears,
oblivion heightens fears.

Fast forward to point of death,
the moment of our last breath;
knowing not where we’re headed
and to whom we’ll be wedded.

Back here now, as we exhale,
does heart sing or does it pale,
worried about the morrow,
attachments cause of sorrow?

Instant can be soul’s release,
free from fear, flowing with ease,
if we get to know we are,
light of God, a shining star.

God is love and heart’s His home;
living light is our genome,
which we see in direct sight,
if but we give up the fight.

Blush of the Blossoms

I cherished time walking through Cherry Blossoms,
And when it is to turn pink, it’s mind-blowing.
It’s like a pink rug situated on both sides in Kyoto,
Experiencing the Promised Land while having Cotto.
 
I love observing the farmland plowing,
The fields appreciate him by bowing.
 
I am dismayed at the strangers who see me trespass,
Imagine them complaining so fast to the gran who owes the meadow.
Envisioning her catching me while I'm passing through her swath,
She solicits me if I'm trying to display this as my path.
 
Visualizing my agitation after I get busted,
Then the old wrinkled gran will make me entrusted.
For sure assign me to babysit the offspring,
I’ve to make him feel like a king,
Oh God! I cannot envisage it!

A Brush with Blush

This is where I hide, 
A secret garden
Cool and quiet-
Where words rest
in safe space. 
Here I can write out
those wary, hidden thoughts
That come out with insight-
Aware, half awake, they fly out. 

Caught by surprise, 
Flushed OUT from
cozy comfort zone... 

Disturbance kick start
with real life
shock starts my heart
with blush brush. 


Aqua Marine. 
Posted:  Friday, 15th November, 2024.
Posted:

Hush the blush

The instrument of mind conjures a verse,
based on a rhythm that rises from the heart,
so whilst it can perform better or worse,
each symbol portrayed is a work of art.

Polarised strobes of light communicate 
in this earth realm by employing the word,
medium dual, so who knows the fate
of the fragrance emitted when heart stirred?

Yet be this as it may, our souls will sing
songs of love and longing, although we know
that thoughts penned on paper are not the thing
heart wished to emote about our soul’s glow.

Save in tranquil silence, how may we learn,
God’s boons bestowed by love’s benign bliss burn?

Dawn's First Blush-TRI

The world still sleeps at dawn's first blush
when trilling birds tickle my ear.
I welcome the dirge of a thrush 
as sunlight's tepid breath draws near.

When trilling birds tickle my ear
and morning skies are pastel pink,
I dip my feathered quill in ink.

I welcome the dirge of a thrush
helping his mate to build a nest.
It's the time of day I like best.

As sunlight's tepid breath draws near,
I've written a verse of Haiku 
of rose petals dripping with dew.

Hush the blush

Waking from deep sleep every morn,
centred in the cave of our heart,
before the flow of thought forms start,
in time stretched calm, ego is shorn.

As of soul’s choice we remain still,
doing nothing, poised in the void,
our pristine presence unalloyed,
imbibes boons of grace to heart’s fill.

Attentive awareness alert,
cognises pulse of magnetism,
cascading within feeble form
and as bliss continues to spurt,
igniting thus mind-body prism,
we feel God’s touch, tender and warm.

hush the blush

fear not just blink
overthink not
delink ego

hush the blush

slow, slower and slower yet still we be
a butterfly floating in the air carefree
the ripples that arise
we behold in surprise
embracing and releasing on a bended knee

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