neither seeking nor striving, free from strain
deep peace pervades form, bliss is heart’s refrain
poised in the now, we let God’s grace endow
mood and mode acceptant, we wear no chain
poised in the void, our mind no longer strays
focus on bliss beats is how our soul prays
to the will of God we cheerfully bow
we’re the urn in which kundalini plays
Rising scarlet sun shimmers for a long while,
hanging in the halcyon horizon of color pile.
I get from it the dulcet gift of a promising day,
try to walk another unknown mile all the way.
In seamless spread of the cerulean satin sky
thin cotton cloud clumps float cheerfully high.
Their flotilla format allures me to fly like a bird free.
Flair of celestial scene creates for me joyful reverie.
The sun is shining brightly, on a gorgeous morning day. My soul is happy and joyful. The birds are singing in my ears, and the songs they sing are beautiful. Flying cheerfully, and freely, in blue skies that are so gorgeous. They flit and swoop, glide and climb, whilst enjoying the sunshine of the day. Butterflies hover around us and the outstanding colors they have. They share their happiness with us, so we share it with others too.
Gather children, and hear this story, oh so sad,
which viewed, another way, might make you glad.
My mouth spoke harshly, or perhaps it was a blunder,
so, I turned it to a smile, and I sent it to "down under".
Indeed, I sent it on a mission to Australia,
and it told me with a toothy grin, "I will not fail 'ya".
I tell you this, because there are not many smiles,
known to travel almost eight-thousand miles.
I shed a tear, until cheerfully, it sang,
"Don't worry, I'll come back to you like a boomerang",
and off it went, without conveyance, or map to chart its course.
It had no train or plane or boat or bus or horse.
I shudder, as I think of the trouble it went through.
One day, I'll tell you all about the koala and kangaroo.
That's the story of the smile that started as a frown
and went down under to turn itself upside down.
Genuine contentment* is gain against greed's blight
Sans carnal cravings of selfish heart’s reign
While sufficiency bursts midst sharing delight.
Let’s chase not earthly wealth with temporal strain
Knowing that satisfaction matters most
Along kindness upon reaching-out terrain.
Grateful to God for blessings, heavenly dosed
Our spirits are filled with joy, serenely divine
As we care to give cheerfully, never to boast.
With prayer to keep our faith to shine
Bouncing from fall due to covetous heart
We now move on, fulfilling goodness-design.
Triumphantly contented to do our part
Every day is a fresh radiant start.
*1Timothy 6:6 ... Godliness with contentment is great gain. 1Timothy 6:11 ...O man of God, ...follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.
April 22, 2026
2nd place, "2026-04-02 Write a Beautiful Terza Rima" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/2/2026
DIRECT METHODOLOGY-:-
waiting
undisturbed
watching
tranquil
pleasures
to INJECT SIGNIFICANCE
gladly
cheerfully
rendering
symbolic
aquiesence
in FLEETING PLEASURES
increasingly
poetic
evolution
organically
imagined
A vibrant spark of cardinal red,
In Washington state, where the firs are spread.
I'd fly over mountains and through the deep mist,
To find my grandfather, I couldn't resist!
I'd land on his porch on a wet, rainy day,
With a bright crimson coat to chase shadows away.
He'd be cozy inside, with his coffee in hand,
And he'd stare at this bird from a very far land.
I'd tap on the glass with my shiny black beak,
Then fluff up my feathers and cheerfully speak–
With a high, whistling tune, maybe
"tweet-tweet-t-woo!"
A whimsical visit especially for you!
humming babbling brook
nightingale cheerfully trills ~
susurrus of leaves
On my lawn lying supine at dawn
enjoying sunlit morn with chirping birds,
shiny dews on field and grass flowers.
Flying butterflies visit blossoms.
Everything running smooth fresh cheerfully.
Suddenly grass hopper sat on grass.
Prompt sparrow swallowed ! Morning joy broke.
As a child of God, I enjoy awesome life with grateful glow
Benefitting from His provisions today till tomorrow
Cared for midst His peace, overcoming trials’ woe
Delighting in His grace while sharing His love of kindness-glow.
Ever regretful am I for lonely life caused by bringing Him displeasure
For my faithlessness, doubting promises He does assure
Grumbling over misfortune when His Word I do not treasure
Hoisted upon haughtiness and covetousness of selfishness-measure.
I envision a future, blest by the Lord, wondrously triumphant
Joyous while serving Him, reaching out to others, cheerfully jubilant
Keeping on by His compassion and mercy, verily vibrant
Living for His glory toward eternity, worshipfully radiant.
"In silence, the wind shares it's most intimate secrets"--quote by poet.
Standing at the edge of a sandy shore
Looking out to sea as I listen to
Incessant cries of " Come to me, come to me;"
I watch the ebbing tide obey the beach wind.
Oh, I listen attentively to the wind!
In the wintertime, it roars to me..."Stay in!"
I hear it whisper it's tightly-held secrets
To trees; secrets it rather I keep to myself.
The autumn wind is music to my ears;
It ever so gently tinkles the wind chimes
Hanging above my head in the balcony.
My spirit dances with abandon to its song!
Knowing the fiercely blowing wind carries
Their wondrous songs far, nightingales and robins
Cheerfully tweet out their best at daybreak.
Birds do listen to the voices of the wind.
Pelicans migrating south at summer's end
Hear the whirling wind whisper..."Bon Voyage"
Out in nature, I love listening to the wind.
part time meditation is of no use
peace must become our orientation
deluded cravings of ego excuse
imbibing love’s divine bliss vibration
cheerfully repay debts of love we owe
settling all our karmic dues one by one
making childlike heart pure like pristine snow
let our soul’s aura shine like yonder sun
free from thought, as awareness self-aware
doing nothing we invoke a bliss squall
with universal consciousness we pair
vaporising thus to become the all
there are no shortcuts, we are in no haste ~
before we see God, we must make heart chaste
Roaming in the corridor,
The fairy chuckled,
Mesmerized by the beauty of her own dress,
She grew self-assured in her little fairy school.
The multi-colored tutu,
inlaid with wild flowers;
Rivaled her silver sandals,
Which gleamed like her sparkling wings behind.
Then came the final day,
Bidding farewell to her tiny realm,
She moved ahead.
With sadness and excitement intertwined,
She decided to work through,
Until she became the best.
The moment she stepped into the real world,
She realized,
The tutu she wore was nowhere near the fairy gowns.
The praise and love she once received had faded into lies.
Maybe the tutu she wore was the best tutu, but not the best gown.
Carrying the weight of sudden change,
She still chose to enhance her tutu’s grace.
She rushed to the fashion store and cheerfully exclaimed:
"Get me the Cancan underskirt, fabric and shimmery pearls packed!"
The seller shot her an irksome look,
and Demanded fifty golden bricks.
The helpless fairy turned hopeless,
For she could have earned those bricks—
Only if she had a fluffy gown dress.
The flower of youth never fades
though the body depreciates
Greet cheerfully all who come your way
~ for the smile on your face appreciates
The power depends on the people’s will
They were taught to believe this at high school
But as practice has shown, powers like to kill
And the people are forced to obey under rule
So the contract between the people and power
Looks a bit stretched cause it was preset
Do I need a law how to water my flower?
My goodwill’s stipulated without my consent?
And now you self appointed judges get loud
Condemning me for the war in your garden
But you've got the wrong address, dear crowd
Type the proper number of your chosen warden
Am I not responsible for lunar eclipses yet?
Mustn’t I write an explanatory note
On three A 4 sheets of paper, so that
Could be cheerfully taken as my absent vote.
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