stillness turns wheel feel, peel
past present future surreal zeal
pure expressions cure inner furore
softly breath stitches rare rhymes
creating cosmic garlands with lyrics
emotions eclectic ebbs and flows
awaken daring dreams deific glows
fire earth water stanzas know
etheric words mirror reflective slivers
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Allpoetry SILVER WINNER Poem:
5 words in 9 lines : August 26
thought as poetry
past present future surreal
pure expressions cure
deific communing in time
softly breath stitches rare rhymes
stillness turns wheel feel
creating cosmic garlands
recognise lyrics
emotions eclectic ebbs
awakens colourful dreams
mirror reflections
nouns verbs adjectives adverbs
ether air worded
fire water earth stanzas
carries stories converses
stimulates seconds
fathoms then embraces faith
promotes perfect peace
forms galore eastern western
feeding fertility flames
intrinsic to life
advances awareness awed
forge fraternity
transmuting darkness to art
wisdom deepens liberty
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PLACED 4Th : STANDARD CONTEST
ON TANKA STRINGS
One with the Father and Holy Spirit
Christ, the logos, lived in the cosmic world.
He was beyond every mundane limit.
As flora and fauna, His fullness unfurled.
Breeze and storms, in grace and might, blew in Him.
In Him, fountains, streams, and rivulets flowed.
Mighty oceans bowed to His deific whim.
Like the sun, the moon, and the stars, He glowed.
He contained the chorus of beasts and birds.
Heavenly songs were sung for Him sweetly.
In Him were concealed nature's silent words.
Within divine hearts, He was heard softly.
Why, then, in His heart of hearts, was He restless?
Why was His existence therein zestless?
Dawn of deific passion
A beacon of divine compassion
Who, to set the sweethearts free
From the yokes of the crown head's decree
Kept the flames of the loving hearts alive
With a credo that true love should always thrive
To true sacrificial love, he sowed a seed.
His body was broken, and blood was shed for this deed.
On young hearts that struggle with a life of love
He showers blessings from above.
As this day has its roots in him
Though in seas of whims, we swim
Let's not forget Valentine, a saint so fine.
This day, my Bloody Valentine...
The sparkling spirit of your love,
merges with mine,
dwelling in passages of time, as
my heart sings symphonies of
ethereal lanterns,
beaming upon golden poppies,
while drifting across haloes of
glittering stardust.
Our divine souls flutter full circle,
when light meets dark;
a sacred union amidst
cherry blossom petals,
swirling in a helix of
devoted scintillation,
towards the sanctuary of
our blooming dedication.
This faith in you
is my heavenly glow,
a paradise of hopes and dreams,
swaying to your deific verve—
the gilded moon my spotlight, as
celestial lullabies serenade
this blissful twilight,
sheltered in your cherubic love.
Through the slightly parted drapes
Moon light enters my bed room,
To chase darkness away
Everything is still and silent
I drive all my anxieties away,
Letting the silence of the night in
So fair is the night,
So lovely lies the firmament
I see the moon, stars and galaxies
All luminously set on display
The universe brims with the enormity
Of unfathomable wonders and mysteries
I see God the mastermind behind them all
Dwelling in that serene silence of solitude
A deific discernment dawns in me,
With the affirmation that the universe
And everything in it is a single living entity
Shackled by the unbreakable thread of love.....
And all men of caste and color, one single tribe!
Soon a vibrant blissfulness overwhelms me
I levitate on wings surreal
Leaving the mundane world behind
Feb.22. 2022
Vibrant Blissful Stillness Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
Closed shattered the walking desert!
Moving airy mind in the open sky
finds the wings
Everything is there
In this universe, a full of adolescent beauty
No, I really didn't bring anything
At the wharf of primordial unearthly female genitals
In the convergence of enjoyment
I am a beggar
No, I have nothing
Being an anchorite, I am rapturous
In the verse of longer song,
In the deific rhythm of ektara
love comes, love goes
to the unknown confused noise
The poetic mind is empty with the antenatal river
So, still sings in the guise of asceticism
15.10.2020 Chattogram
Syncopated Soul
Voices of reason transfixed by treason, a heart murmurs in the cold
Echoes of depletion of a heart in lesion, a face in the mirror gets old
The love escaped and ravenously raped, a tired tear turns to mold
Where darkness dwells and sorrow swells, walking with a blindfold
Life a drowning drain of a punitive pain, a wailful lost in a whirlpool
With a destiny in detain a sacrificial stain, a transposable trivial tool
Shadows of silence in deific defiance, a master and his menial mule
Where winds are rampant and emotions fragment, a cunning cruel
I’ve always known and often shown, existence of a fermented futile
As I stand alone a despondent drone, spewing words a crying crucial
Idol illusions of seditious seclusions, my thoughts begin to be fruitful
Standing at the edge of time a new paradigm, a poetic pensive pupil.
Music by Sinamore~'Frozen Mile'
Sept.11.2018
Second Chance for the Unloved Poem
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
N/A for contest
It's the clearest and warmest August night,
and with Sirius standing against the fathomable darkness,
one can see the awesome beauty
of other stars now visible to the eye;
this brilliant star is rarely seen in its celestial ambience,
what brings it here to display its sheer magnificence?
Is it a manifestation of deific power,
or simply an event we happen to observe?
Whatever it may be, let's praise our Creator
for shedding its light on hearts that love!.
A star as bright as Sirius is truly needed
in our sky to ascertain a danger concealed
from our poor sight: where's the wisdom imparted
to us us by a concept or belief not seldom inherited?
If doubt rejects the inexplicable mystery
of creation, then our atheism is too defiant
of a mighty hand which created this star so beautifully:
how charming is Sirius! Isn't it the design of His divine craft?
Written on 2/20/2017
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
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Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!
ADRIFT
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Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones
Colliding crests of clear
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors
Lingering lured beneath
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap
Embarked on his quests
To cults of creatures as featured
Foreshadowed and seen
In rippling revelation
The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse
Concocted clamantly by
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors
Mellow sweet melodies
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame
Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape
How brilliantly a defunct figure
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel
Adrift its ocean's reticence
~Poetra Jah~
A clock keeps time by tick and tock
Unheard by dead men couched in clay;
As holy men in global robes
Kneel down upon the ground to pray.
Deific ears not there to hear;
Divinity has lost its heart,
If ever heart was part divine
Which begs the question from the start.
No grandiosity is bound
Within a shank of crumbled bone;
They now have found oblivion
As cold as ice and still as stone.
Around Orion's orbit free
A silent soul will search to gain
Eternal promises once made
By masquerading priests, in vain.
But utterly untouchable
Are fragmentations of the mind;
They float ehtereal the air
Without an ounce of truth to bind.
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