Spiritual, ravishing love
enthused about Verity.
A modest myrtle
elates the vibrant
leaves of zeal.
Unending forbearance
abides in His heart.
Full of bliss my kindhearted
soul.
“In solitude, the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.” Laurence Sterne
far from the human humdrum
solitude shrouds mountainsides
subtle snowflakes fall on spruce
I run towards the cabin
the heat is enjoyable
I open my fine laptop
type chapter three of my book
no characters spoil the scene
silence of nature elates
reflections of sublime thoughts
calming of a waterfall
falling from a cliff nearby
man feels peace in solitude
far from turbulence of life
now all is calm and peaceful
a rainbow appears afar
Placed 1
Limbic Liminality:
Souls expand
Like bones crack
Thunder through the circuitry
My mind
Pine needles aflame
Death rolling circles through life
Some strange dimension in an eye-lash
Killing time like a synapse
The void folding in like a spider web
Love cannibalized
Something more profound
Twilight madness
Dionysian dances
Snow white eats Eris's golden apple
Drinks her own beauty
A third eye pops right out of her skull
Something vampirically visceral
Like a wandering pentacle
Stitches of fate
Giving in to Entropy
Dissolution elates the universal sense
Pain crimson in a sea of Nothing
Dancing in spite of everything
I dive right into this quantum space in me
Limbic Liminality
From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
drawn from deep within heart’s innermost core,
transmitted to mind before the rhythm dies,
reflected back to soul, for an encore,
which obliges us since love keeps no score.
Auto-writing thus, the poems we pen,
requires us not to count from one to ten,
for music of spheres that flows by itself,
elates and levitates heart, mood pure zen,
connecting presence to our higher self.
Freedom's Love Of Freeks
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Before it came, free spirits roamed,
A freek that religion harshly berates,
But freedom's heart embraces and elates,
Unfettered soul, where boundless courage blooms.
In dogmas' chains, they find no solace true,
Yet, in liberation's arms, they dance,
A rebel spirit, brimming with defiance,
Their dreams take flight in skies of azure hue.
To question, doubt, and seek their own path,
To challenge norms, unshackled and unbound,
In love with life's vast symphony, profound,
They find the strength to weather every wrath.
Oh, the freek that faith's zealots despise,
Beloved by freedom's ardor, they rise.
dormant seeds take root
blossoms bloom, birdsong elates …
spring fever is nigh
Birdsong artwork by Jon McCormack
Graphic image by Mark Toney using Canva Pro
Christmas
witness
Noel’s
sleigh bells
Twinkling
inkling
Reindeer
brings cheer
Season
reason
Santa
grant a
snowfall
for all
Cherub
hubbub
Glisten
listen
Yule tunes
bing croons
Advent
time spent
Manger
changer
Starlight
glows bright
Ice skates
elates
Tidings
glidings
Fire place
shows grace
Gold rings
joy brings
Belief
relief
Elves charm
spurns harm
Bandy
Candy
Spices
vices
Gift range
exchange
Excite
this night
Beaming
gleaming
Cookies
rookies
Blessing
guessing
Carols
hymn pearls
Fir trees
yes please
Greetings
meetings
Glory
story
Jolly
holly
Merry
cherry
North Pole
has soul
Nutmeg
clothes peg
St.Nick
warm flick
Relish
well wish
Peace dove
feel love
rejoice
one voice
Date posted ; 13th December 2022
pernicious weeds a metaphor
for wild growth inside
my mind and soul
dandelion mating with brambles
wild cats’ rampant Rubus
grinding teeth and thorns
reason guides the trowel
for emotions to follow
while thistles whistle their good bye
and morning glory says its farewell
metamorphosis as pruning shears
and loppers attack a lopsided view
of what is and is not
energy about in the Universe
and sometimes it passes through me
elates where doom had resided
ragwort falls by the wayside
groans as it passes out of life
nettles give up their sting
and the compost heap grows
ready to nourish another season
of better days to come
as long as my rake stays in tune
with hard toil and soil
I actually quite like
dirt passing through my fingers
don’t mind callus and blisters
to paint a map on my skin
life can be rugged
but there are lemon trees
in my overgrown patch
and I’m ready to taste
suck and feel
what is on offer
May be, something better is coming
As the roadblocks are growing
Although, it's demanding a lot
And I feel like i am totally lost
But may be its the cost
So that, later on I won't be mocked
Yes, it sucks
When it's not working
When it's continuously hurting
When most of it seems worthless
Rendering me clueless
May be I am a bit slow
And just going with the flow
But, what elates is that
I am no more the same brat
If only, acceptance leads to friendliness
If only, smiling signify happiness
Then why still this emptiness?
May be because these all are just buttress
Sometimes, it seems like being all alone
Amidst this land of clones
Its like fighting a war with myself
To identify my true self
But, may be, something better is comming as the roadblocks are growing
Night
To fight
Transition
Red horizon
Illumination...
Ray radiates
Day elates
Sun light
Bright
18 August 2022
Say It In Nine - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Vibrations escalates
Moodiness into ecstasy,
Vibes accelerates
Goodness for me.
Vibration emulates
Pleasure into release.
Vibe elates
Treasure of increase.
Whenever the nation summoned me to hurry for war,
She stood wet-eyed and faded as though already widowed;
Equilibrium of my judgment couldn't find sure score,
Feelings hid the reason; reason, feelings; I got pillowed...!
My kith many and friends, for the nation, martyrdom gained,
I, like a cock guarding his hen waiting her chicks to hatch;
Plowing, cultivating waiting for crops to come to hand,
Life flew happy and sad like seasons attach and detach...!
When the soldier dead were royally brought to the village,
Citizens crowed around proud of their army soul-mates;
I place me within coffins of these men of privilege,
Yet, in heart, an unknown thought, like enlightenment, elates:
Fighting wars at fields or home, isn’t philosophy same?
Child of nation or of home – isn’t saving all - my aim...?
16 December 2021
With warm rays of sun on her canvass so pale,
the white bird glides in her regal flight.
She hovers a bit as she looks down below
to ponder on man, rushing to and fro.
As she glides with grace through the feathery clouds,
a bouquet of beauty, pleasing to God
here in the sky with the wind in the breeze,
the praise of the bird to her Maker is seen.
This is when the bird elates, in a way its here where she dictates..
no fear of man, or the alley cat, just sliding and gliding through the heavenly realm.
Freedom is hers she can go high or low
no limits or boundaries, her kingdom of sorts.
Her playground fulfils all her needs in this life
created to play in the skies above.
As she soars high and sweeps down through the clouds,
the bird is aware that she's not alone.
Although she could die and no man will mourn
the bird is unique and with beauty adorned
Yes God had for her another plan,
a pity its lost to the naked eye
for He hid it in clouds.... I wonder why?
Elated Flight by Marie (2011)
heightened rapture pulsates
brightened aura elates
bliss throb through day and night
kiss divine brings delight
surrender shows the way
our heart glows, as we pray
13-August-2021
When I try to recall my childhood memories,
My heart elates with those stockpiled in my unwritten registry.
I used to enjoy walking under the trellis of “vines”
The rich “hued” pink and purple blossoms
With their sweet perfume that was really good to “inhale.”
Once, found a bunch of dragonflies moving in a “glide.”
A strong desire tempted me to catch a helicopter.
Ran after and succeeded to “hold” the scaled wings together.
With a big "gasp" stood there silently.
I watched at its striking pods for a while.
It was startled with the feeling of being hijacked,
As the new “clutch” deprived it of its liberty.
I found no happiness.
Slowly, I made my “clasp” loose and let it go
It swayed its wings happily and tried to “soar” high,
But came back and circled me twice with its humming.
My little heart tried to “grasp” the meaning for its actions
It might be appreciating me.
I clapped my hands wishing it good-bye.
Experienced a new kind of joy and realized
“By making others happy, one can enjoy real happiness”
Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 03-07-2021.
Placed: 2nd
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