Havens Poems

purple

stir.....
fallen,
arms
so flapping
begins.....

A pan-cake
morning,
no broken
of glasses
just buttery
and
delights...

fear....
begins
where
and much
before
the ghosts
disappeared

I chalk out
 the fades,
of an 
entrance
 to Hades...

It appears,
where
the left eye
is purple
and swollen......

A glorious day,
of buttery and kisses
a rare sweet moment
that I refuse to descent.....

Water will defuse the flame...
I understand the blame
Continuous shame
No hiding under tables,
fast forward to this tavern

It rains in havens
and on sundays
Angels dripping wet,
in best dresses
free flowing
sharp sky glowing
a rainy heavenly

Flashbacks

Flashbacks are the safe havens 
          for those who want to escape
 from their mundane routines.



2nd Place

Residential between the kingdoms

Wandering  the two in between the kingdoms 
One side, quiet and bright, flagged the havens
The other, earthly world, noisy and light dim
Drifting up or down when the moody flow faint 

To brightness fly and blurring dim fall
Somewhere belonging may lack for souls
Quiescent and chaos changed as tides floated
Uneasy and wobbly similar to traveling boats

Up or down, with straw sticks grasping 
Steering wheel holding for the time clouds
Time goes likewise the seagulls chasing 
From starting point to the place anchor

Heart awaits longly for people nauseating
While mind gonna sparks  be star exciting

In This Wildnerness

In this wilderness I see Direction
where God’s truth sifts the leaves
and sings humanity’s song of Belong.

Where Alone 
never leaves me empty or afraid, 
where guardian energy is spoken 
by the trunks, the branches, the eternal green 
of these life-giving trees—
where the eyes of living beings 
brighten as they reach the havens
of the love-flowing rivers—
where Pain and Purpose are both found 
in a mother bear’s unwavering strength. 

Where the mountains stand so brazen—
I hear the beings of the forest 
speak of His genius—flocks of birds
flying in uniformity and unfathomable rhythms—
the heart of Truth is in His creation 
where Love never ceases to inspire. 

Let me rest where the trees upward gaze,
seeking your setting sun in the eyes of waiting night.
In Your Trust I can end the day on a drifting breeze—
in Your Trust I can fully be at blissful ease,
as You pave the paths to imminent Peace.

Havens Light

In our quiet refuge, a wild clamor rings,
Waves relentlessly pound our fragile haven's wings.
 
A hidden portal, glimpsed through faith's bright gleam,
Offers escape from this tumultuous, watery dream.
 
We are shepherds adrift on the sea's vast expanse,
Some clinging to icy peaks, others finding warmth in the dance
Of currents below.  Our flock, a fragile hope, we keep,
Guiding them through darkness, while we ourselves weep.
 
From above, a familiar sight unfolds,
Warm waters teeming, life's vibrant story told.
A creature sighted, a beacon of hope's embrace,
Faith is reborn, finding solace in this watery space.
The shepherds find haven, their flock safe at last,
A beacon of hope, a future built to last.

Hope

I find withered autumn leaves 
falling down floating one by one!
I see creatures deserting trees, 
once used as their safe havens!			
The bald trees that are left behind, 
appear as magnified mirror images 		
of dead leaves’ intricate venation!!
Trunks of trees transforming
forests gradually into eerie scenes,			
remind us of tombs in cemeteries,
standing upright all across!
Tree trunks, preparing themselves
for getting past the vagaries of winter,
seem eagerly awaiting spring’s arrival!
What a lesson for mankind to learn! 
Hope is the secret of survival!!

Music of Dew's Embrace

in the morning, before silence is pierced by voices,
before words take form and erase the quietude,
the hesitant stillness fading into the soft, clear dawn
dew trembling on the edges of petals, 
gentle as the moonlight who colors the moment
in a tentative prayer, broken only by the listening
of robins, wrens and doves who risk their nature,
on the poignant branches of oaks, birch, maple –
tender pines and laurels, woods embracing
each song, each crisp lyric from the beaks of hopeful
nests, havens of graceful characters who burn
with the colors of life – indigo, gold and scarlet
rich displays of joy, unburdened by worries
confessing only to the light who abides, touching
each feather, each wing, each soaring spirit
with adoration that stills their musing in nature’s tears.

Pills of joy

 
Amid thunder and lightning,
The holy act of mating of clouds,
Results in the birth of raindrops!
Knowing their assigned mission,
Like bullets they hit the ground 
To quench the thirst of the earth!
The soaked earth in turn readies
The seeds beneath it to sprout!
Overnight, all over, the earth appears
As if it is clad in green velvet cloth!
Sensing the smell of the earth, 
From their safe havens, animals
Feeling a great sigh of relief
joyously come out dancing,
Celebrating the arrival of raindrops!
Transforming themselves into streams,
Traversing forests, fields and villages,
Filling the wells and tanks, raindrops 
On earth do bring in a festive fervor!
Raindrops are not simply water drops,
They are elixirs for crops so different!
Pearl shaped pills of joy for mankind!!

Main Street

Living on Main Street
 life keeps on flowing,

Monday mornings
 trucks pound the pavement
 shaking awake the apartments and homes
 regardless of the hour, ever on the ride
 moving, trucking along.

Here, you can see the world go by
 at its best, at its worst,

Sleepers on the street wake
 pushed along by ignoring crowds
 rushing, hurrying to and from
 home to work
 work to home.

Where do they come from
 where was their place in life before this?

Parked cars give up their time
 metering's expire
 they move on
 just a little down the line
 or just across to the other side.

So many now
 make this their home,

Wanderers, wanderings, survival
 from the havens that once were
 to this point
 a journey taken up
 by necessity, loss of hope, help for the body and the soul.

This is Main Street living
 on the threshold of future pasts.

I Dreamt

I dreamt of blue birds
and buzzing bumble bees.
I roamed with the bison herds,
prayed with mantis on our knees,
and butterflies in the breeze.

I greeted the cheery chickadees,
dragonflies, and snowy owls.
I marveled at graceful manatees.
raucous sounds of guinea fowls,
and warblers’ velvet vowels.

I raved at ravens
dancing on a fertile field.
Mice sought havens,
safe shelters that red ants build
in hopes from spiders to shield.

I spotted rain-drenched
autumn leaves in tapestries,
their beauty strangely entrenched.
Purple hues imbued in varying degrees,
of gladiolas and sweet peas.

So many perfect pleasures,
many another than these.
All of God’s treasures,
created with love to please,
arranged to calm my world with ease.

The Strewn Flowers Upon the Veranda Blooms

Though like cats the hours stray,
The infinity of our love will never be far away,

The mist shall dance upon its ballerina heels,
As the love and garden of your lips seals,

The midnights shall sing with blossoms reborn,
From the gypsies and drifters lovelorn,

The strewn flowers upon the veranda blooms,
In moonlights sweet havens and rooms
Reynaldo Casison

Season Like

leaves fall softly upon the earth’s floor

color swapping from gold to brown

sparrows sing from undressed limbs

as they migrate due south

nestled securely

as they gather

in search of

calm and

warmth

thoughts

of deep

reasoning

as they gather

nestled securely

among defined havens

in lush trees where sparrows sing

scented blooms of pinks and yellows

seasons on around and in-between

Seasons and Trees

Seasons and Trees
Spring comes along energising the land
Bejewelling trees, pretty grand they stand
Wafting her fragrance to linger on breeze
Creating havens for birds in the trees.

Summer's leafy trees, diverse shades of green
Spectacular visions in country scenes
Elegant butterfly in spiral dance
Cast magic allure o'er summer romance.

Autumn trees magnificent to behold
Displayed in yellow red brown rust and gold
Fruits of Eden created from above
Are gifts grown from Nature’s undying love.

Winter trees denude, pleasure to the eye
Naked silhouettes against starry sky
Shivering in wind, glistening with snow 
Poised statues adorned in a frosty glow.

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2nd April 2023

March

wind-moles have tunneled
through the daffodil rings
stems are broken
yellow bells and trumpets
fly in a mute sky

the third month
is a wayward despoiler
it stomps on the newly come
the strong survive and persist
until the lion yawns
temporarily bored with its play

one fine day
mild doe-eyed visitors
meander among cotton wool clouds
the lion dreams in his sleep
the next day arrives as his nightmare

here in the havens it is a time for tornados
the earth is burgeoning
greening so tenderly
a perilous time

if the new born shoots
if the new birthed and cradled
escape all the runaway winds
the lion my at last
lay down with the lambs
to guard them
from its own hungers

Home

home hones happiness

hopeful hearts harmonizing-

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