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The life stream swerves in undulating landscape,
the concert of murmur cascades melody
that ripples in the whispering air,
the sound of music flies past me unheard
in the depth of silence.
Rains fall in torrent on parched psychic tree,
the rhythm of aria pulsates on dancing leaves,
I keep my succinct senses alert in the scene,
but the symphony fades away unperceived
in the depth of silence.
From the cacophony of unnerving clamor
voices go back to where they come from,
for the stark reality remains hidden shrouded
within the unreachable abyss of my mind
in the depth of silence.
As I walk on the squally path of distraught
the shards of awareness scatter on the trail,
the buds of emotion wither away unbloomed,
the wilted petals lie in the discarded debris
in the depth of silence.
The consciousness layers I cross going inward,
and discover the divine lotus blossom inside,
I hear beguiled the primordial music within
where a speck of universal soul in me resonates
in the depth of silence.
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March 3, 2022
Contest : Consciousness Fulcrum
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
“The blessed soul designs with serenity
the graceful motif of peace” –Quote by poet
A dislodged lonely leaf my mind floats far away,
on the rhapsodic river of reverie from life’s cacophony,
to a calm cobalt lake with a scene of serenity on display,
soaking the azure melody of the singing sky’s euphony.
On the bank stands a petrified tawny tree, lively luster lost,
the stilled supine branches don’t sway any more.
The static shadows on the stagnant lake languish untossed,
for the serenading squall has found a new course to soar.
The mystique morning mist spreads a shroud of dense solitude,
until the dissolved clouds descend drizzling ecstasy
with the raindrops on the river’s ripples of quietude,
filling my hollow heart with the alluring aria of revelry.
The silent river flows to the shore of the divine sea,
from deep within, the scroll of sanctified soul I lift from abyss,
perceive my engraved dreams weave there mutely,
the graceful tapestry with the pattern of profound bliss.
I rest my chin upon her , I caress her neck
She responds with the music of the ages
Silky hair rubs across the smoothness of her belly
Her melodious voice Heard soaring in the wind
We are one Together , creating the music of LOVE
I stroke YOU and YOUR voice sings A Cappella
Together we are one and the Symphony continues
Strings tie the universe of mankind to the Heavens
Remember I told my music teacher I want to versify
As Strings of love, become strings of pleasure
Dozy-do, allemande left with a Kiss on the cheek
Its Ho-down party time, with a Stradivarius
Classical, an aria of down home Music, a Legacy
The same instrument singing two different Songs
In quite solitude she whispers the sounds of Love
Spirits lifted, in the Melody of Togetherness
Inspired by the Contest “ Sound Madness “ sponsored by
Nette Onclaud : my Instrument the “ Violin “ (Fiddle)
By HGARVEY DANIEL ESQUIRE
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head
an act of derring-do, my father said,
He ascended the steps
the eyes of the world upon him
An orator attacking the lectern
~ Camelot, out to shatter Babylon
The glare of the sun no match
for the glint in his eye
Brisk winds no challenge
to the stylish coif he held high.
He measured the moment
took a deep breath
Out came an aria
~ nary a shibboleth
Tall and straight, he stood
erect as a soldier
firing words like bullets
targeting the mind's heart, to pull it
jabbing the air with his fist or his finger
pausing ever so briefly
~ he let the message linger
He moved us, he touched us,
lifted a nation's heart
without sham or deceit
~ only truth from his lips
did ever depart
He proposed the Peace Corps
to inspire the young--
For those older and wiser
he combined graciousness
with toughness
in a diplomatic
sharp-edged tongue
To Nikita Krushchev, the Soviet,
baring his claws,
Our leader's barbed-wire message
surely gave pause:
"Let us remember...
...sincerity is always subject to proof
Let us never negotiate out of fear.
But let us never fear to negotiate."
And to all 180 million Americans watching
in person or on the tube
~ He issued this challenge
destiny ringing, resonant rendezvous:
"Ask not what your country can do for you
ask what you can do for your country."
It's now 55 years later
and America's not seen
a President like Kennedy
~ to inspire us to dream
The four-instrument orchestra
plays oldies and my favorite aria,
the listeners of different ages watch Debby,
the lovely violinist, who earns their instant sympathy;
they applaud and donate quarters and dollars
for a cause that enriches every life changed by songs!
Raise your flag of victory,
in those crowded squares of different nationalities,
skin color is not seen, you only feel equality;
express great joy and defeat monstrosity!
Raise the flag of victory,
even haters get tired of their anger and madness!
Music unites and understanding creates harmony,
ask Debby why she loves playing music for the crowds;
her surprising answer will be, " I make them happy,
the reward is not money but a brave act of humanity;
my lively music makes their feet move frantically:
it's zest for life, it's gratefulness shown in smiles! "
Raise the flag of victory
whenever you achieve another outstanding goal;
whenever your pride makes you walk very tall!
Raise your flag of victory,
nobody besides you can change reality;
beating the odds is not an impossibility!
SPIRITUALITY
Sensing seeking supreme spirit within
Perception beyond physical and mental contour
Inner quality of introspection to know self.
Realization of Nature and human on universal prospect.
Inquisitiveness to explore immortality of soul
Talent to understand and explain philosophy of life.
Utterly free from personal desire and interest.
Aspiration to resonate in melody of aria sung by soul.
Liberal with love and loyalty for Universe.
Inherent intuition to assess purpose of mortal life.
Tempted to venture sublime spirit devoid of body and mind.
Yearning for eternal ethereal wisdom in ecstasy.
04/27/20
Third Place
'A Poem Honoring Spirituality' Contest by Caren Krutsinger
Rhymes in Nine 2 10-11-24 Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone Picture #4
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Fall Rhapsody
Fall rhapsody to BEGIN, TOLD IN scarlet tones,
A SERENADE for strings in a PARADE of russet GOLD hues -
A JUBILEE for acorns and for oaks in an autumn harvest JAMBOREE.
Maple LEAVES BLUSH in SHEAVES of firelight crimson choruses
Courtly LOVE sung like minuets OF twilight THRUSH vespers
MERRY harmonies of CRANBERRY aria odysseys.
Trees FESTOONED in UMBER pantaloons cast off MAROONED melodies
Twilight breezes FAN a cinnamon TAN pup in SLUMBER -
Orange opus CALLS when fall RECALLS harvest harmony.
The aria of the sunburst slivers of the sky,
entwined with the cadence of your ivory feet,
winding on the pearl-rolled silver sea shore,
carves the rhythm of your footprint sculpture,
only for a beguiling while,
until scraped by the surge of time tide in spate,
stowed in the depth of the stratified memory,
they are all fossilized since.
I’ll make a sapphire sea of desire in my heart,
its golden beach, a shimmering crystalline face
will radiate the dissolved patina of yearning.
From the mystique mist of azure
the rise of an angel I’ll see astounded,
walking drenched in the crimson aura,
the twilight sky drizzling.
I’ll congeal my racing surf of heart beats,
the aching waves will return unbroken,
your footprints will remain engraved unwashed
on the silent sands of the stalled time,
until I reach you, enthralled,
following the mirage of the tantalizing trail,
the lure of your attraction.
Written : January 19, 2020
Contest : Favourite Poem From January 2020
Sponsor : Julia ward
Stay - One more golden morning –
Linger - One more silver night –
Abide tiny child born of my desire
To encourage a new life;
Watch with me the amber moon
Peek through moonbeams rising up so large
We could touch it's creamsicle face -
Sleep caressed within the shelter of soft umber leaves,
Preparing for their final journey,
To sing a last duet with you,
This last autumnal aria, no more with choruses, just two thin voices
To a harp song strummed through my oaken limbs;
Now see the changing cloud ships
Gather - carrying cargoes full of rain -
To scuttle ‘cross the sunrise
When breezes turn from summer zephyrs
To blustery torrents, tinted with icy dew;
As you sail away, soaring on their roller coaster wings,
I leave a kiss upon your face in sunlight that taught your heart to beat –
Watching with a blessing on my lips -
My empty arms still remembering your round, smooth face -
As you ride the vagabond winds
Following their air-born trails to find your place
Where you nestle deep within a warm and richly decorated nursery –
A birthing place –
For when you labor I stand a silent sentinel alongside ancient family,
A vigil as the silent snows blanket your dreams of mighty forest oak -
To wake in seasonal celebration
When, re-formed, your first leaves appear;
No farewell now only adieu, my little one, until we meet again.