When I look back as far as I can see
through the past of my Earthly memory
I cannot find an absence of belief
or faith in single, loving Deity
I do not know of life without a Lord
hymns on Sundays, singing every chord
However, through a trying adult phase
I turned away on my own proud accord
Although I still believed, I was in pain
Along with ancient anger - Abel, Cain
Temptation put upon Adam and Eve
Then told in Paradise could not remain
I witnessed others select, pick, and choose
particular scriptures that they could use
To back their case, justify, or rationalize
My glowing flame of faith became diffused
Entered theories of physics and science
led me toward Old Testament defiance
In prayer, I now addressed "The Universe"
And on personal God put much less reliance
Exhilarated by Quantum Mechanics
I put on hold mere Biblical semantics
Less literally, I clung to verse of youth
And traveled through a phase of my own antics
Now, when I try to synthesize it all
Everything I've come to know and can recall
It all comes back to Love and Consciousness
Hence, this is where I'll settle ... though Self so small
A soft breeze blows light as a feather.
A promise that had us in thrall.
A zephyr that flowed all around,
A perfume that exalted our feelings.
It waltzed through the orchard.
Light seeds flowed on the sweet airflow.
Blossoms shone in the pale setting sun.
And I feel exhilarated with joy.
walking on water
straight to your heart
want your mouth everywhere
everywhere, and i do mean EVERYWHERE!
walking on water
purified and inspired by the depth of your soul
your kisses take me straight to heaven
straight to heaven, and i do mean STRAIGHT TO HEAVEN!
walking on water
feeling exhilarated and recharged by the gentleness of your energy
the warmth of you is therapeutic and amazing
therapeutic and amazing, and i do mean THERAPEUTIC AND AMAZING!
I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks
And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight
And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept
Not due to any emptiness or lack
But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose
That remained anchored to my innermost parts.
I was spent but at peace
The Serpentine road winds endlessly,
Adrenaline rushes in my body, passion fills my mind
Even if the road ends, the best is still ahead.
Everything paused when I first saw your eyes,
My heart races when we meet gazes
I admire poetry with adulation — only with you.
Amber shades glisten in enchanting waves,
Your familiar gaze makes me fall for you
Butterflies flutter in my stomach exhilarated.
As I scribble your name on pieces of paper
When I meet other girls my mind returns to you
My nightmares revolve around the fear of losing you.
The stars glimmer in an ecstatic glow above us
I find you shining in the gleam of our twilight
Seasons may end and shift but I am still me-
When our lips unite, I feel as if the galaxy is exploding
You say you love me most, and I can't control my feelings.
The beating of your heart is so melodic
A tune that sends vibrations down my spine
Inside of you, is me, I am finally home.
P.C. 37
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It's still two hours till New Years
But I'm running short on time
Next Poem: Maybe acrostic
I am growing tired of rhyme
P.C. # 38
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Exhilarated!
Great!
And
Delighted!
Only TWO more poems to gooooooooooo
It snowed lightly last night.
I venture into the woods,
hear the silence reigning supreme.
Mutely a light breeze weaved its way
amongst the moss-covered trunks,
the high branches swinging serenely,
the verdant leaves of evergreen trees.
Occasionally a snowflake fluttered down
onto the white path that winded its way
across the solitary forest.
I felt peace in silence
despite the cold that griped
my arthritic old bones.
A few tears of happiness bleared from my sight.
The mist lifted like a silken veil,
all around shone in utter splendor:
a masterpiece of an ethereal painting
of some great master of olden times.
I felt your presence everywhere, O Lord,
I was exhilarated as a bird on the wing,
elated and consoled in utter harmony
with nature's song of praise,
a heavenly sigh to its Creator.
REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
of
integrity
sensuality
conflicts
with curbed
desire
irony
in
self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
emotional
& dramatic
objective
an
influence
in academic notion
of the
unnoticed
omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
exhilarated
experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
shapes of
optical
multiplicity
enveloped
the
transparent
quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable
the urge
&
the perception
of self
the desire
to
find satisfaction
in
organic beauty
a bestowal
of happiness
in
absurdities
embodying
unruly chaos
in the appearance
by accident
rather
than design
translated
into
manner
& style
always
inexpressible
an attempt
to understand
the austere
distortion
of an objective
consideration
&in particular
embodying
space
promote
a desire
&tendency
of
separation
It’s all cozy again ,
So soothing and warm.
It feels rosy again,
As if the return of that charm;
The rainbow the sunshines
The pinks and the purples
Brings me back that warmth.
A surprising lovely night-
Cuddling my daughter’s plushie;
Makes me feel the little girl again
Who is young, carefree and mushy.
With the blink of an eye
I am fast asleep , lie on the bed exhausted;
The strong overwhelmed mother
Once again becomes little princess in her dreamland ,
Thrilled , delighted and exhilarated.
Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter,
Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter;
Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms,
To Spiritual reality the consciousness whelms...!
Like a migratory bird, having its mission fulfilled,
The soul flies to its homeland exhilarated and thrilled;
Exploring silent salient lands of known and unknown,
Reaches the zone and milestone of peace and joy sown and grown...!
Like a flower and plant and tree encounters the seasons,
Of summer, monsoon, spring, winter, and autumn with reasons;
So too the spirit, mind, and soul passes all fine phases,
Like a horse single-mindedly towards its goal races...!
The lithosphere, hydrosphere, biosphere, and atmosphere,
The exosphere, geosphere, hemisphere, and hydrosphere;
Across each realm, the creature reaches with no resistance,
Attains pilgrimage of perfection and pure existence...!!!
07 May 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
I didn't think anyone would ever argue that I am broken
Life has thrown up one too many challenges to me
I survived but I suppose i am more like magma from
Volcano
I am like molten rock that's been aerated by fire
I am to be fertile soil eventually
I still have fire in my soul but my substance has been burnt out
I lack beauty
I am ash
I'm told Ash makes great fertilizer
Perhaps I can fertilize your soil
with words
Tired and accelerated ... exhilarated
it rises
and I see it cresting through my window.
And as it does
I feel as if I am brand new
Granite and limestone
and I am gold
I am frankincense and I am Mir
Lines on the mountains
I am a million years old
I am 600 million years old
I am worn but I'm like that white rock you find on the beach
You can't help but respect the beauty of the lines that show up in a rock
jostled and beaten and tormented by the sea
I am purely round and all of my edges are gone
I am no fairy tale nor whimsical dream
this small white rock "knows"
pumice that from Volcano was born
only to become ash and then to become soil
and then become the fodder
forth from
new life
Small rock
Big Story
the heart a quickening on the rise
exhilarated at the ascension
my senses heightened by the exquisite
celestial journey
unfettered and with absolute freedom
elated by the emancipation and release
of all senses, serenely self-possessed
confident odyssey
soaring above and beyond the rest
without limitation of man
defying those who would deny me
unparalleled peaceful passage
I’ve felt useless
For so damn long
Wanted to mean
Something for someone
I lost myself
Just to find
Someone who
Couldn’t see me
They can’t see that
I’m trying to change
I’m still human and
Finding my own future
Choosing my own choices
Can’t tell if they’re right
Or dead wrong, cause
It’s my own life
Why should I lose myself
To make the wrong choices
Why should I lose myself
Just to be invisible?
I was scared of losing you, but now
I’m exhilarated to find who I am
Image of Clock Time Second provided by Pixabay
Just A Second Of Your Time
I suspend clung to optimism
apprehend channeled coupled
the uplift swing of the pendulum
exhilarated wholeness, subtle
for complete I, a task begun
trice's, thinks, terms, tic-tocks
of spring dawn unto wintry dusk
calendar masters a world runs
I am off, never lost yet must
nefarious filters ghastly whims
if finding myself out on my limbs
hourglass greets my gold dust
as serenity achieve the ones
each to their specific ambition
no audacity or deciphering dons
an ephemeral interest position
I sensed a serpentine easily
nonetheless, ensure measures
downing dawns a grin treasured
close up a swung ped breezily
a sec ends, repeat escapism
2021 May 26
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (JUN 3)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 02
*8th Place*
Time
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2021 May 27
With winter’s end, Spring and Summer arrive;
the pond’s ice is out and turtles sun on logs.
Robins and their young bounce across the lawn,
hunting for worms and grubs just under the soil.
The days bring barbecues and the ice cream man;
beautiful lilacs odoriferous in purple, white and reds
their unmistakable essence wafts about our yard.
Families on bicycles off for a daytime adventure;
a picnic at the park, or off to the crowded beach.
The lovely dogwood’s and cherry blossoms are now
finally in full bloom; so colorful and magnificent.
Easter eggs are found hiding all about the lawn,
missed by young children and adults combined.
Cottontail bunnies scatter, running from imaginary
hoodoos and what-zits from behind the maples.
April is a euphoric time of renewal and rebirth;
we are exhilarated at the caress of each sunrise!
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