with each breath reborn we sail on
God is the helmsman of our ship
though darkness of night precedes dawn
bliss mists effused is our worship
On gentle currents of the air
I'll take my rest, my final rest,
my essence gliding on the waves
of time's eternal peacefulness.
I'll see the ocean of your tears
like waterfalls born deep, flow free,
and hear the vows that linger still
upon devotion's buoyancy.
The winds of promise soon will change
the fear and sorrow I now see
and spread love's everlasting flame
across the skies eternally.
Though yesterdays were lost along
time's never-ending silken thread,
we found beliefs that will transcend
the ecstasy that passion spread...
For we discovered higher truths
that reach beyond this earthly plain,
beyond the fleshly fantasies,
surpassing all, the greatest gain.
And when you pass beyond life's gate,
your eyes effused with joyful tears,
you'll see me in the light of love
that banishes the deepest fears.
agape love’s effused as the scent from a rose ~
each disdain emote debt of love our soul owes
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Long ago I was not the girl I am today
lost in wounds and self inflicted sorrow
I was a worldly ghost in a a sea of pain
with no recourse to love, no not at all
Merely existing in a fast track Universe
I worked and slaved all day and night
never seeing the lantern light of God
that beamed towards my wounded heart
Then one day the good Lord found me
in a lost and found box of mere pity
Oh how I longed to exude love again,
the way I did when I was just a child
Dropping my ego like a ripened pear
I let go and clung to the only love I knew
a mist of compassion wrapped me softly
and I knew then, that I was healed.
Line of inquiry of Unseeking Seeker:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
There
was a
funeral
for a woman
not very-well liked.
In fact, one of her sons
kept working and did not fly
the many miles away for it.
Most in attendance sat way in back.
Her spouse and adopted daughter praised her.
Nobody else stood up to give kind words.
Though her daughter-in-law, I hung back,
unable to think what to say,
but there was some good in her.
Had her soul lingered there
hearing so few words?
I could have said
something; I
wish I
had.
“The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair”---- Line of inquiry
As we roamed under the star-spangled sky,
Sharing many a trivial thought
I failed to voice my clandestine whim,
Carefully structured within my mind’s alcove
When words were suddenly broken up
With a lump forming in my throat
I failed to convey what I meant,
In a language explicit for you to grasp.
Gazing at each other, as we stood
Without uttering a word aloud
You failed to notice my saddened eyes,
Glistening with tears, about to shed
At the end of a pleasant, united jaunt
As our roads diverged in opposite tracks
We failed to say even a parting word,
As a gesture of courtesy, due for both.
Now in the twilight of the setting sun
When the past has dwindled slowly away
We remain in our cloistered cells,
Failing to forget what has transpired.
How I wish I had expressed myself!
Was it my ego or the fear of rejection,
Or was it a lack of confidence, not quite sure,
That punctured the love mist and prevented us from pairing?
"The ego within forced me to resist,
But now I wish I had effused a love mist,
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there,
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair."
Line of Inquiry_ Unseeking Seeker
When my true love died this heart broke,
I withdrew from life and all love;
and from his grave my true love spoke,
in dreams came from heaven above.
Many times I could have loved but,
when my true love died this heart broke;
''I wish I had'' this love bond cut,
spending life under a dark cloak.
When meeting a man I just choke,
wishing I could take that first step ...
when my true love died this heart broke,
and for new love lost I have wept.
But, then I found the courage- strength,
though in the dark night my tears soak;
will keep new love- give up lament ...
when my true love died this heart broke.
In the memory of my imagination
I recall the love of happiness.
Congruously convened in small cracks,
Between doubt and ecstasy.
Surfing through ever-similar variances,
Effused with vague purpose and undefined vigor,
I groove with the best.
And yeast with the least.
Let's take the adventure.
With endless overture.
I'll wrap you in my loving embrace.
My fox among the foal.
My ace in the hole.
He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.
Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.
Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.
Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.
Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.
Gratitude from feathered pink rose;
praises for His blessings arose.
Humility spread bold bluebells,
silken as bunnies’ cotton tails.
Faith that flourished in bright iris,
no other bloom so desirous.
Hope sprung forth from gladiolus,
comforting as lotus’ solace.
Love effused from fan-shaped aster,
greatest from our Lord and Master.
Graciousness shone from all flowers,
teaching of His perfect powers.
Painting by Scottish painter "Peter Doig". One of the most well-known contemporary figurative artists. In the Magic Realism style, this artwork is titled 100 Years Ago.
muted shades of grey
clad in a fearful ruby
in a state of lucidity
dwelling inside his gloom
the surge of echoes
outlining melodies
a point made of obsidian
eyes devoid of spirit
darkened crevices
crows rubbed me bare
your boat is ruined with red blood
effused of victim's body.
the sea won't reflect you
Diss your curse
the sun has faded
your stained aura
the solitary light now.
written: May 27, 2022
7th contest place
A Brian Strand PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Vibrant, bliss suffused solitude
Epitome of fortitude
Dwelling in void centric stillness
Unclinging, joyous attitude
Detachment is path to wellness
Sans thought flow, free of it’s shrillness
Abiding in time stretched silence
Cure all of ego spawned illness
Emergence of effervescence
Bliss mists effused in innocence
Transmutes us here as living light
Revealing soul’s luminescence
Divine entwined by day and night
Blissful rapture, our heart’s delight
Optimised for our soul’s ascent
That we may reach heavenly height
22-May-2022
Sunshine effused into my cup,
nebulous…with vanilla silk.
Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.
Murkiness vanishes, supplanted
by cheeriness and clarity.
1/31/2022
Like a mountain-daughter you descended
From a peak! I opened up my eyes—
Broken was my meditation!
A face pristine I beheld-- what a purity!
Dazzled with unblemished divine rays
Under a sky of many sparkling stars
Your unsullied soul overwhelmed me
Like a glacier slowly glides along its path
With the chorus of murmuring wind,
From my deep heart I beseeched you—
O my beloved, leave me not in
My broken meditation!
Your sweetest name I cherished and
Uttered silently—
You were a goddess, a chaste, an ascetic virgin!
In your eyes I saw a gleaming lustrous thrill,
A deep pain of love melted there,
So pleasing it was to my eyes!
As if through ages you loved me
With plethora of devotion!
O dear, my nirvana I achieved,
Your cool-compassionate light effused
Upon me, I glimpsed a supreme epitome!
In the stillness of the wood
There barely stirred a thing,
Then from the half lit, dappled gloom
A bird began to sing.
It echoed through the trees
In resounding melody,
For the joy of it he gave his all,
His voice effused with glee.
To listen to a sweeter song
I think I never could.
I stood there enchanted,
In the stillness of the wood.
A highlight of my grown-up life,
Before I was a mom or wife,
Was being one of those who cheered
On game days, when our teams appeared.
This was in high school, years ago.
The squad, unlike today’s, gone pro,
Was there to get the crowd enthused;
Exhilaration we effused.
Through megaphones we shouted out.
The crowd responded; we had clout.
So when we yelled, “Gimme a T!”
You best believe they did, with glee.
We practiced hard and stretched each limb
For many hours in the gym.
It was our church, or more, our temple
And our rabbi, Mrs. Stemple.
I wore that uniform with pride.
To me, it most exemplified
A feeling potent, deep and strong
That to this world, I did belong.
Tonight our squad will reunite;
This poem I likely will recite.
We’ll reminisce about our past
And hopefully, we’ll have a blast.
But looking back, what I know now
Is being on that squad, somehow
Was magical and did provide
Such joy, I still have some inside.
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