Edified Poems | Examples

Resurrected Rhapsody

flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic 
                 channeled 
through tunneled time
                 navigates 
cognitive impulses
      basic 
incessant surge
      of 
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
     through 
timeless portals
of perception
     reflective
opens up  
floodgates of 
                 bliss


pulse of time 
vibrates 
     in 
inner space
                infinite
psychic frequency
                resonant        
tuned precisely 
     in 
halcyon harmony 
with intonation   
of eternity
                 transitions 
    from 
one manifestation 
to another
                 modulated 
by edified touch 
     of 
sanctified soul
                  illumined

life force
                 invincible
abhors vacuum 
                 pervasive
propels the essence 
of existence 
       through 
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
       with
resurrected rhapsody
                  innate

Boundless Bliss

“When divine lotus blooms within, 
life becomes a feeling called bliss”- by Poet


Life desiccates derelict 
in the desolate desert,
infuses perennial peace 
of placid oasis in heart.  
Sacred sublimity, 
felt in serene essence,
embeds in devout sanctum. 
Edified soul lights up bleakness, 
perceives divine grace, 
boundless bliss embraces life.

Ethereal Lanterns

As the holy season commemorates revelations of scriptures,
Sacred flame burning within, reinvigorates soul’s intellect,
Steering away from the fallible, toward realms of perfect,
Away from servitude of wealth, to caring for less-fortunate;

Empowering wisdom, vying sapience of enlightenment,
Inspiring collaboration in sanctity of spiritual exchange,
Rejecting overtures nescient, engaged in narrowness, 
That confine humanity in fallacies unwitting, misguided.

In domains of self-reflection, repentance, and forgiveness,
Voice of indifference cedes to psalms compassionate,
As defective acts vow to mend ways, yearning for flawless;
Remorseful and empathetic, eying benevolence of solace.

From teachings of awakening, from sagacity of harmony,
Cognitive minds seek insights, transcendent in epiphany,
Propelling life toward enrichment in peace and congruity,
Vying spheres beyond the ordinary, edified in tranquility.  

From sanctum of souls, depths of hearts, bells-pious chime,
Tolling expressions of kindness, echoing prayers sublime,
Celebrating precious gift of life, grateful for glory of divine,
As lanterns ethereal guide humanity, through reign of time.

Silent One

So
Idyl  
Luminous
Eager nice soul
Neat nice smooth poet
Tactful friendly person
One so beautiful poet
Navigator master in seas
Edified reader so grand writer 

Please note: big waterfall shape poem. Syllables go up from nine to one.

Who Are the Countrified

Who are the countrified?
The too-soon petrified 
Who wooden gods deified,
With them identified;
Their ways not modified…

I see The Countrified 
In “Norms can’t be defied!”
Who had gin edified,
With kernels satisfied…

Their cherished game slapstick, 
After meals fingers lick:
Those who meet the sodden,
When much damp the wooden;
Dew-soaked their monthly shoes,
For which the police ask ‘‘Whose?”


On “Who are countrified”
Please, in me you confide…

Divinity

"Edified mind lights life in darkness, senses divine grace
in soul suffused with bliss" - By Poet

The compulsive free will ostensibly latent,
envelopes my mind with transient shroud, 
obscures the ordained pathway God makes,
l need to travel for it’s designed for me. 

The invisible glow of the omnipresent radiance 
wraps my obsessed essence, but I don’t discern, 
for I formulate life’s self-centric false image 
in the fabricated domain of self-deception.

Out of the dark abyss of despair,  
in inward journey through layers of awareness, 
my soul perceives the gleam of divine beacon,
lighting up the path to the precinct of bliss. 

After the aberrant exploits the errant mind 
finds the dismal trail of vice illumined, 
the secret door opens to the inner sanctum,
where conscience glitters in heavenly light.

When the notion of being becomes devout purpose,
the soul shines with spiritual sheen,    
then in self-searching endless endeavor, 
I perceive godly grace in the realm of divinity.

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February 8, 2023
Theme chosen : Divinity
Contest : Writing Challenge - D Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France

Perspicacity of Love

Sprawling, open,free,desolate even, The vast sky enthralling in waves,correspondent to the plateaus and hills,  the  depths of which are fascinating even within the trained eye. For this design is focused on the epitome of believing that love doth has a dying voice enveloped inside  the inner most of all our beings . Equivocation mysticism as a commodity, but equally inviting , is a heart that is walking into the steps,  shadows,whispers and echoes of love. For  Footprints of our heart leave a trail of edified, and enamored happiness

Divine Grace

Edified mind lights 
Life in darkness
Senses divine grace
In soul suffused with bliss.

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May 10, 2022
Total syllable count : 20 (HMS)
Contest : Naani
Sponsored by : Joseph May

Life

edified soul lights bleak life in darkness
perceives divine grace within... 
boundless bliss enfolds life

___________________

March 26, 2022
Syllable count : 10/7/6 (HMS)
Theme chosen : Life
Contest : Form K-Kimo
Sponsored by : Constance La France

A Ghost Arises

a ghost 
comes forth from 
the house of the dead,
a rather unusual apparition –
empty, desolate.
a wraith so worn and 
frail, it barely seems
there, as if suddenly thrust
from its icy winter shade.

it rises without sound, or maybe without voice,
a solitaire and lonely
shadow without form.

I wonder what its purpose
is here on this day
and whatever its plans for during its stay.

my fear aside, I can’t discern its intent,
dark or light, heaven or hell, good or evil.
I feel light and goodness on the one side and 
dark and evil as it turns its back to me.

perchance it
is here to help guide
me, but where?

It seems a lowly darkle, unenlightened
and slow, but it turns with clear
vision and song of 
light with an order
of celestial
beings from God’s land.

I am edified.

It is not the size or shape of the gift,
but the inherent purpose and intent of
its presence.
	
I shall follow it
with boldness, courage, and great expectations
as it leads me into my
sphere of scotophobia.

Fellow Life-Builder

With God’s love binding our friendship
we delight in sweet fellowship.

Praying together midst His grace
hearts praise through Scriptures’ brace.

Exalting Christ in our venture
faith shows caring kindness- gesture.

Through your concern I’m edified
inspired steadfastly fortified.

Your passion for the Lord, glowing
fires me up toward peace-sowing.

Leading me to servanthood bliss
your example I cannot miss.

Grateful that you’re a precious gift
my soul is at peace by your lift.

Your testimony has me blest
along faithful stewardship zest.

Dear fellow life-builder, press on
your light does shine* from here to yon.

*Matthew 5:16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

October 25, 2020
8th place, "From the Heart" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 10/28/2020.

Cupidity, Confabulation and Their Cosy Custody of Crime Royal

His point-blank, most promising laurel lost
Long, long his e'er-lasting longing lingers
His muse becomes bedridden under freezy frost 
Yet his nikhedonic mindscape ne'er malingers
Surging from mood's winters and merging its splinters
Ramrodding illusion-edified effulgences into his emulous edacity
Without knowing whether with reluctance or with alacrity

Lucilla Carrillo's Jesus My Saviour

Reading the poetry of Lucilla Carrillo, I’m blessed as I’m exposed to the God she believed in; and vicariously, I have experienced the joy that engulfed her in her sweet relationship with the Saviour Jesus Christ.   Likewise, I’m edified, as well as inspired to express my earnest faith in the Lord, as she did through her poems.  The poem below which she posted on PS on March 17, 2012 exemplifies such:

Jesus My Saviour
 
J... Jesus I ask you today. 
E... Ease my pain.
S... Save me, don't let me down. 
U ... Undo the bad that I have done. 
S... Share with me, your Kingdom. 

M... Make me new again. 
Y... You - I want to serve. 

S... Salvation, is what I seek. 
A... Abolish all my sins. 
V... Victorious at the end I want to be. 
I... Illuminate my life. 
O... Obedience to you 
I …   I vow. 
U... Understand me Jesus, I plead. 
R... Remember me in My hour of need... 

03/17/ 2012 By Lucilla M. Carrillo*

*I am likewise grateful to Andrea Dietrich for making me get acquainted with the poetry of Lucilla M. Carrillo.

June 30, 2020
1st place, "Back to Life" Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 10/14/2020.

Life On Rainbow Arc

Despair depressed in quicksands of time, hollow inside
Dented dreams collapse insipid, capsize and subside
Failure makes the razed life dark.

Latent beacon flashes on the desolate inner pathway
The light beckons through the drooping haze of dismay 
On a new journey you embark.

Patient probes of endeavor for the edified soul begin
Eternally searching for shimmer of divine grace within
Life girdles euphoric rainbow arc.

June 2, 2020
Contest : Triple Stanza Couplet Trail-Rhyme
Sponsor : Charles Messina
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 10

A Tribute To My Grandmother

The sturdy single lady,
who triumphantly raised her 3 kids;
Though her path was dark and shady,
her aim was so profound and lucid.

If not her
then who
deserves the mother's day?

The jovial teacher and mentor,
who edified her lovable students,
in a stalwart way & so that emotional rapport
and so no haters and no truants.

If not her
then who
deserves the teacher's day?

The exemplary independent woman,
who toiled all alone amidst the chaos,
whose life a pristine path, one should zoom in,
yet she never boasted of and never grouched.

The self made woman, I revere,
who stood on her own feet,
until she drew her last breathe,
both literally and figuratively

If not her
then who
deserves the women's day?


A tribute to my grandmother who died last Sunday. She worked as a teacher and got retired before 27 years. Still, the school she worked was declared as a holiday as a mark of respect on the day she died.

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