As we breeze through life, just flowing along,
delighted as sunlight grazes our skin,
we know for sure this is where we belong,
as with each heartbeat we anew begin,
with God whispering secrets from within.
Bilocation between the void and earth,
has our toroidal heart bubbling in mirth.
And in the darkness
as I await the dawn
to take up my duffel
and beyond my way
possessions few
my load light
burdens cast aside
things I no longer need
on swells slow
beneath seagulls glide
breeze through the riggings
in freshening air
I know not where
the course shall go
what distant shores
for me await
nor does it matter
to begin the new
where I may be
in the new day
the future calls me
I know not where
but I must travel
and go away
The silent stars yield to rosy light,
Soft shadows fade with the birth of sight,
A gentle hush, the world is made bright,
Hopes awaken with morning’s brew
Awash in dreams that wish adieu.
A golden breeze through the tall grass weaves,
Sunbeams shimmer upon dew-tipped leaves,
Petals open wide; the heart believes,
The promise of love softly said.
Upon each breath, resistance fled.
Beneath the lovely sky, vast and blue,
Footsteps wander where my wishes grew,
Every moment painted fresh and new,
Laughter rising, spirits abide
Kindness shining in all we tried.
Clouds drifting slowly, secrets they keep,
In the deep valley’s where willows weep,
Their stories told while the rivers sleep,
Rising tides under the full moon.
Where sweet memories run and swoon.
Evening descends with a gentle wink
Crickets sing as the fireflies blink
All the colors blend as daylight shrinks,
The hush of night drapes the open sky,
And dreams return for you and I.
Rhythm of love, a little bit shy!
Syncopated Cinqopet Poetry Contest
2/1/2026
Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden
“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
Some people breeze through life
With no torture and strife
For others it’s a nightmare
So much that others couldn’t bare
Why is there so much inequality
Some treat health and mind with frivolity
Some genetics can cripple the innocent
Some battles are indiscriminate
Individual actions can cause issues
Sometimes no apologies or tissues
Money can buy things for some
An easy way for them to become
The broke have to suffer through the misery
Others fall for manipulation and trickery
The poor have to eat cheap food
Every rich person personally screwed
The poor are intentionally kept at the bottom
Then left and long forgotten
Life can be really tough
For those you aren’t fortunate enough
an acorn fell
bounced up six inches....
breeze through red oak tree
Joys doze between antiques.
Faceless memories soar.
The breeze, through cracked tiles, leaks.
Doors, with their coarse voice, screech.
Filled with footsteps, floors squeak.
Mute musings reach their peaks.
A perfect summers day with the sky turquoise blue
A faint breeze through the trees and pink flowers in bloom
Out on the green they are dressed in their best.
Bright team colours, we expect nothing less.
At the start of the game they gather and stay.
Til someone in charge shouts out “Let’s play”.
The grass is so dry the bowls speed down the green.
Looking out from the pavilion a classic summer scene.
The bowls clack together as they fight for the jack.
Each rink changes sides back and forth, forth and back.
The game draws to a close and it’s on a knife edge.
Our team steals the show with one point ahead.
It’s time for tea after a grand day of fun.
Some opt for a pint and a fresh saffron bun.
Flowing with ease, in mode embrace and release,
looking neither ahead nor backward in time,
seeking no outcomes, no demons to appease,
leaving behind no residue, as we climb,
all doings are done as God Himself does please,
making all our actions blissful and sublime.
No karma’s attracted since there’s no one here,
as we thus breeze through life sans desire and fear.
a blank page
when I awaken
and walk barefoot
across the carpet
and when I embrace
the song of nothingness
it wants more
a cool breeze through the window breathes new life
onto the page in front of me
and the sun peaks through the window
as I sit at my laptop
and slide my feet under the desk
I love my muse and learn to let go
the moment when I follow the path
where inspiration leads
(folding mirror poem)
A Glimmering veil of mist adorns the dawn,
Where Rippling brooks through emerald meadows glide.
The Earth's soft breath in dewy hush is drawn,
As Eagles soar above the mountainside.
Nectar breeze through blooming petals weaves,
Sapphire lakes reflect the skies' embrace.
Cascade tumbles, whispering to the leaves,
A silver thread embroidering nature’s face.
Peace blooms in silence, timeless and profound,
Every root and wing in harmony is found.
She walks where day and night entwine,
A whispered breeze through aging pine,
With eyes that hold the fading light,
And secrets born from end of night.
A veil of roses, oud, and rain,
A kiss of warmth, a touch of pain—
She lingers soft on lover’s skin,
Like velvet shadows tucked within.
No dawn can cage her amber soul,
No noon can grasp her scent’s control;
For in that hush where silence sighs,
She dances under bruising skies.
A bloom that wilts, yet still ignites,
A poem etched in twilight’s rites—
She is the hush before the stars,
The scent of dusk in crystal jars.
Storms rolling through,
A sense of peace within you,
As you hold on to what's true.
Knowing exactly what to do,
With the emotions within you,
Cultivating energy within you,
Using it to plant your seeds,
As the power of storms feed,
Filling their needs,
Speeding thoughts breeze through,
A tornado within you,
One only you can view,
You'll know what to do,
Peace lies all around you.
Let it ride on through,
Ride the roller coasters
ThanX for the company Soulsters ?.
In the hustle, often we stray,
From the little things, that sparkle the day,
A golden elixir, the beauty of a day unfolding,
The chirping cuckoo, greet your day,
A melody plays, lifting your mood.
Racing clock and rushing feet.
Afternoon's radiance, cotton balls on sapphire sky,
Soft whispers of breeze, through curly hair's gentle care,
The murmur of voices, in discussions so free,
A vibrant atmosphere, of curiosity,
A gentle reminder, of life's simple delight.
The gentle flutter, of wings homeward bound,
Sunset's fiery dance, on the horizon,
Stars beginning to twinkle, like diamonds,
The moon becomes the highlight.
The golden ambiance, of streetlights shining high,
A reassuring presence, as the stars go by.
Night's silence, with shadows so deep,
The rhythmic hum, of crickets' gentle beat,
A soothing serenade, all night long.
In the hustle, we often stray,
From life's little moments, that make each day.
So let's slow down, and take a deep breath,
And cherish the beauty, in life's everyday depth.
This winter, like a dream, will slowly melt into hidden memories,
Carefully wrapped and left to sleep until the coming year,
The cold tap water, which once trembled in our palms like a whisper,
Will seek solace in the coming summer, wondering: who will touch it with cold fingers?
The breeze through the window, which once played with the curtains like a mischievous dancer,
Will now lay sunbeams over afternoons drowsy with gentle slumber,
Where you will sink into reverie, floating between wakefulness and sleep,
The evening flame, where part of the night quietly burned away,
Will scatter its ashes in a gentle wind, carrying untold stories,
This winter will slip away quietly, leaving behind a part of itself,
Hidden in the pocket of an old sweater, waiting to be touched again,
To return with the touch of a hand, brought back to life from memory.
Thus, in the flow of time, winter transforms into a melancholic echo,
A spectacle of nature that laughs and cries, leaving subtle traces within us,
And reminds us that every ending carries the promise of a new beginning,
For memories live forever in the heart, waiting to be awakened again.
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