Boundlessly Poems

Canvas

I believe this space must be appreciated
Blank, white, plain to see
Why are we so quick to cover up
That which is boundlessly free

Look at this space between the frame
Question, wonder, and consider
Here is a blank field, free for the taking
With potential untapped, as it were

But perhaps something sad should be noted
This canvas gets only one experience
Endless possibilities, limited to one
Only one potential can be in existence

But if we refuse and never color in the white
Then the canvas can continue to dream
But never live any true reality
Purity is a dilemma it does seem

Do we remove its potential and give it a path
Or do we keep the possibilities open and allow it to imagine
How do we choose such a powerful choice
Both options seem like a terrible sin

So make your choice (I steadfastly refuse) 
This space is like a child who does need grow
So consider your own past and wonder which is worth it
Because perhaps to choose we should be a little more slow

Serenity

The glow of morning casts its radiance 
A warm palette of illumination 
Sunbeams spear the pastel pink clouds 
Blazing its golden impact, the hot summer sun

The sky a misty veil of blue
Grass sways like a chorus of emeralds
The breeze carries its whispers of yesterday
Softly unveiling its gentle sound 

The heat of summer slowly unfurls its dark petals
Sweat glides down my spine like a sluggish flame
Lost within the starry tapestry, a tiny thread in its vast weave 
Melting into the infinite sky of darkness

Thunder resonates its deep, earthy pulse
An intense vibration felt deep within my bones
Boundlessly permeating its echo 
Across the vast expanse of the sky 

A force of energy transcends its beauty
Electric serpents sizzle and flicker across the sky
Quenched by the rain drops that glisten their renewal
Wrapping me within a celestial connection

Troubled Love INSIGHT

             The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
             Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
              Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
              Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.


CONTEST: Ten lines from Ten poems poetry contest
SPONSORED BY: Silent One

Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz, 
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable

From a child to an adult

Children who played so boundlessly
Out in the dew-fresh meadows
When the summer sun bathed life in chaos
And their hearts yearned so endlessly

Adults who sought so endlessly
In their fathers' glass houses
When night lights mirrored death in the frame
And their souls glimpsed so heartlessly

Deep

What are the Depths of the Secrets You Keep
I Surrender, Necked Bared to Your Mark, I Yield, I Retreat 
From The Highest Mountain's Cliff
I Will Take a Flying Leap
For Love For You Is Abysmal Deep

My Energy is Eternal, No Rest, No Sleep
Immortal, Timeless, Universal Heart beat
I Am the Lotus, from the Mud I Peak
Gratitude for You is Eternally Deep

Sacred, Divine Ancestral Sheep
Safe In the Pasture of The Shepherd's Keep
I Am the Moon, the Sun's Light I Seek
Sired By Passion, Engraved Blood Deep

My Heart's Balanced With a Feather
Free of Deceit
While the Grapevine In A Vineyard Silently Creep
Luscious Harvested Fruit Pressed to A Connoisseur's Treat
Your  Intoxicating Essence Saturated Boundlessly Deep.

Among the wandering leaves of autumn, I find myself

Among the wandering leaves of autumn, I find myself,
Where fate and delicate time are intertwined.
I have told you of the nostalgia of endless nights,
How the moon watches over my silent thought, withered.
You are mystery and warmth, in the dawn that crowns the horizon,
When your smile lights up stars in the most exquisite crown.
Desire, unforeseen, beyond words, whispers,
A distant echo that trembles in the evening breeze.
The thrill of love I feel is an awkward flame,
Pulsing to the cello's rhythms in the ephemeral night.
"Do not search”, I tell you, when curiosity embraces you,
The world in my heart is profound, where the dreamer can no longer touch.
And now, when we both are a fragment of silence,
Let my soul lay down its secret beneath the cold canopy.
At the border between dream and sweet foaming illusion,
I bathe in the depths of your eyes, in the quiet that leads me.
Enchanting creature, not veiled by the unknown,
Your voice, a maiden song, charms me, boundlessly.
I ask you, when your eyelids fall, let their shadow cradle me,
To carry me through your dreams, like a ship towards the dawn that barely rises.

Not Speaking of Not Sex

Said flowing River
to glowing Mountain

What warms deepest
Thou cannot see
from sacred heights
of eternity

Robustly responds
growing Mountain Here
to deeply embedded River Now

What spills widest
shared compassion
Thou must deeply feel
to reconsider Integrity's warm
boundlessly reflective faces,
Earth bound graces

Said Father Sun's light
radiantly bright
when not in Mother Earth's
dualdark shadow night

Empowering shivered
quivered sacred passions.

Summer

Sun’s soulful smile swells boundlessly
while the sky mirrors the clear blue sea.

Seashore blends with the ebbs’ rolling voices
Sifting, swaying to and fro
as beach-goers barge in.

Humid air blows gently around
On white dunes with parasol mounts
Picnics with lots of fun abound
Excursionists are hard to count.

ice cream and cold drinks
available everywhere…
hot season’s specials


April 1, 2022   1.54pm


(Forms: Crystalline- Kimo- Quatrain- haiku)

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For A Combination of Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

Oceans

Reigning vitality you buoy on vigor of freedom
Hugging distant continents, caressing lively shores
Eternal since birth of time, ceaseless evermore,
Sensational, immense, omnipotent, abundant,

Enthusiastically you uplift glorious dawning sun
Greeting flamboyantly resplendent arc of horizon
Sprinkling golden glitter, propagating in unison,
Stoking aesthetic illusion into waves of passions,

Traversing civilizations from Atlantic to Pacific,
Rumbling leisurely, visiting tranquil beaches,
Hosting aquatics, exploring beauteous coral reefs,
Impulsive as can be, you are fierce, yet poetic,

Ferocious battlefield for the Navy, submarines,
Yet, fairyland luxurious, rocking passenger ships,
Sundown you reflect in aspirations romantic
Floating deep in womb, quixotic moon’s mystique;

Tides of your moods~ ebb and flow of emotions,
Boundlessly undulate, vainglorious true notion~
No force on earth can dare restrict your motion
For, you’re the magnificent, almighty blue oceans.

August 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Writing Prompt, Oceans, or Seas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable

That "first glance" is which I will never forget in my life.
It was the first meet whence those attracting 
attaching amusing eyes locked mine.
Stealthily hypnotized and made me fall 
captivated to his smiling striking swallowing eyes,
stole my heart generously and shielded me inside. 
Gradually progressing & processing with 
distinguished peachy romanticism: 
sighting,nurturing,nourishing,
provisioning,kissing,hugging,
punching,tweaking,fighting,
patting with lightings...love endures enormously.
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly 
demanding immeasurable unite. 

12-5-2020

~DEEPA~

Second place in the Contest.
Note:*I will never forget..poetry contest*
Sponsored by Silent One

The Art of Seduction

It starts with a bottle of rum
it always starts with rum ...

well in your case we'll substitute tequila
hints of caramel caressing the tongue
as we forget the lime
we always forget the lime, when living
out fantasies on island time

waves wash upon our bare bodies
as sun lays down her head
a rush of oceanic breezes seduce
sands of gold, playing out as bed

my breath, your heart
the strum of a Cuban guitar
holding out for hope
just off of the horizon
as we disappear
into each other

the beach, within your reach
my hand pressed upon your heart
spirit playing into the part
we'll never be apart
even if afar

seagulls sing for their supper
as we hold on
boundlessly
we hold on

Compromise

I'll only love thee 
Boundlessly, as loving ye 
For eternity
Is not a promise one can
Ever at all truly keep.

The Imagery

When are we gonna leave this mood
You keep dreaming under the roof of imagination that you are with this person
And for how long are we gonna  keep snaping in our head
The sounds alone keep making it real and steady active
We are now busy with imaginariness
When is this fiction transform to non fiction
We have the master plan and we haven’t taken a step into action and we keep wallowing.
Al Quran is the manual, a roadmap to follow
but it is not easy to see these treasures, we only saw them once and since then we ve been in imaginary.
The birds are pilot, they are nimble they go boundlessly and they are kings in the air
who create creat them if not ALLAH SWT
We are left with the option to consult the birds if they could help 
We are now objects of mockery and ridicule in the eyes of birds
Because they are full of actions and we are the shyest of creature 
They tagged us “Existing but inactive”
								And they said
Hope you aren’t jaded of this your unsure awaiting love
We would avail and we hope your unreal burnishing love will not reverse to waning love.
Truly love is found but it must be followed Islamically

Reflecting

I 
wonder
if poems
birthed from my soul
might be - like my days on this earth - numbered.

Days are fleeting, yet in the sky I see
infinity,
and so I
make a 
wish.

May
poems
reflect my
mind boundlessly
like those stars that illuminate the night.

7/19/2016

Paranioa

Waned and weary with only toil and trouble
my limbs could only travel this journey tired. .

In my head to in my mind
-which coincidentally were not the same thing-
thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.

My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:

Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,

my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,
secretively shushed into silence
                   never
     ever
                                  to be a quick quiet find for any of us.

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