Long Beacon Poems
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we seek
joy expansion
love offers a sneak peek
when head-heart meld in elation
bliss by osmosis seeps
through vibration
heart keeps
we see
attention sways
how then may we be free
until fears and desires we lay
present here now just be
in silence pray
hearts plea
stretch time
our presence still
to one hand clapping chime
as bliss currents voids within fill
love throb the healing thyme
we do Gods will
heart climbs
thoughts slow
cease to reckon
God leads and we follow
caress of love divine beckons
vaporised self mellow
love our beacon
heart glows
26-May-2021
Heptastich poetry contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
syllable count 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
Beautiful Lamp
In the distance there is a beacon.
It is brightness, a calm calling to you.
It is a perfect kindness,
enduring, and ever lasting.
On the shores of the island,
giant rocks are pummeled by the sea.
The sound is cataclysmic,
yet it is not alarming,
but expectant.
Sail on, into the harbor…safe.
Sail on, out into the sea…
coming and going…
unknown, but not alone.
“He” shines brighter still,
than all the lamps ever lit.
Darkness, watery death…
Murky… places that steal the breath,
of every soul that dare feign complacency.
Look not into death’s face.
Guide your eyes and set your sails.
Keep “Him” ever the heading…
Straight and on course!
“He” is the Light,
The Light House of the World
In the whispering embrace of twilight,
Where shadows hang like forgotten whispers,
A man stands, fully aware of his mystical powers,
His heart a vessel of dreams, his soul a tapestry of forgotten constellations.
He is a poet, unshackled from daily struggles,
A traitor to the human race, they say,
For he has stepped beyond the rhythm of ordinary life,
Transmuting his real experience into spiritual equations,
His essence now a symphony of unspoken truths.
The world, a fleeting mosaic, continues its ceaseless dance,
But he, in his ethereal solitude, has found a different rhythm,
A melody heard only by the stars, carried by the winds.
In his mind, a river of consciousness flows, unrestrained,
Each thought a ripple in the vast ocean of existence.
He wanders through the valley of dreams, where shadows converse with light,
Where every leaf is a poem, and every breeze a song.
The mountains whisper the secrets of the universe,
And the rivers murmur tales from ancient times.
He ceases his struggle with the tangible,
For he has become a wanderer in the realms of the unseen,
A weaver of metaphors, a conjurer of timeless verses.
In his solitude, he finds the company of forgotten gods,
And in his silence, he hears the echoes of eternity.
His destiny is a path of luminous solitude,
A journey through the labyrinth of his own soul,
Where each turn is a revelation, and each step a pilgrimage.
He is no longer a mere man, but a vessel of the infinite,
A poet, forever out of step with the rest of humanity,
Yet always in harmony with the eternal song of the cosmos.
And so, in the twilight hour, when the world retreats into slumber,
He stands alone, a beacon of mystical melancholy,
Casting his verses into the winds of time,
Each word a star, each line a constellation,
Etching his soul upon the canvas of eternity.
The truth
By Michelle Morris
17/03/2023
The truth is like a beacon
It shines bright and really glows
The authentic is refreshing
In a world false and shallow
Too many people pretending
To be something that they're not
Longing to be someone
In this pop culture life
The truth is often feared
Authenticity rejected
People are afraid
Of those who won't pretend
Life is filled with lessons
Experiences that provide wisdom
If we deny who we are
We forfeit the gift of our true souls
We have a choice each time
No matter how long we've waited
We can eventually be ourselves
And grace the Universe with our light
The truth can become a blessing
If we are prepared to be brave
If we all showed our souls' essence
We could create a beautiful world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Time stopped for them on the serene sea shore,
pair of parallel footprints engraved the eternity
on the serenading sands that listened patiently
the rolling waves’ moist whisper of marine love,
conveyed to two hearts entwined by the glow
of twilight gleam reflected from sensuous sea,
her eyes sparkled in the beam of the lighthouse,
when the starless sky slided on surface of sea.
The light of her eyes went out one dark night,
the wrecked mariner set out to the high sea
on a voyage of solace riding the swells of tear,
the new sun didn’t rise on the receding horizon.
In endless night of tempest the fallen sad sky
drowned the dark moon and the debris of stars,
the surging wind carried the shards broken voice,
the craving call of the silent shore she deserted.
The beacon flickered like a candle in the wind,
he saw the glint of her eyes when they closed,
but the lingered rays of guiding light travelled
through the turbulent wake of floating memory.
The mariner returned with the tormented heart
on the crest of waves breaking on lonely shore,
traced her faded footprints to the lighthouse.
Written : December 22, 2018
June 2, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 2
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The daunting mountain in the undulating terrain of life,
needs to be climbed as the summit alluringly calls,
follow the undefined trail in the surging storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the designed gateways God installs,
and in His prescribed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in the dark night of dreary squall.
The turbulent ocean of tempestuous life in grueling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, and the last anchorage found,
get guided by His omnipresent beacon with dedication just.
The dark alleys of suffering suffused with silence profound,
need to be lighted, and broken heart recovered from abyss,
in the radiance of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
September 12, 2021
Contest : "J" Contest, Old Or New
Sponsor : Constance La France
In the labyrinth of silence, my thoughts drift like a canvas,
Seeking the warmth of a winter that burns with ice flames,
The soul, a glass orb, shatters into rainbow lights,
In the void where dreams intertwine with destiny.
Your touch, a living shadow, sculpted in amber air,
We lose ourselves in echoes of dreams that sing in velvet silence,
Under your hand, time bends like a wave of quicksilver,
And in your eyes, I find an infinity that gently envelops me.
Our path, a ribbon of events woven from shadows,
Which I unravel with the fear of a dreaming spider,
In moments when silence screams, I know you are there,
A beacon shining through the storms that flow within us.
I feel your presence like a perfume of blue eternity,
In which I dissolve, fragments of memories floating,
Even your silence, a song that wraps my heart in gold,
A paradox of screaming silence, bringing me peace.
The shadows of evening dance, and in them, I find you again and again,
A living flame in the ice of time that blends with longing,
Our love, a tree growing roots of light,
In the soil of dreams that never, ever fade.
At last, the moment breaks and we find ourselves in the freedom of dreams,
In a universe of whispers asking nothing in return,
The perfect chaos of our world embraces us in secret,
I discover that the destination is just the beginning of infinity.
i'd drifted suddenly
off the banks of reality
sinking deeply into calmness
resting on the coastal shores
withered so catering
to a bright beacon allure
coming from high steeples
and chanting light houses
the infamous waves
calling my name
as i lingered solely
on the rough tides
why i'd gestured
nothingness while darkness
traumatic events plagued
my wretched soul
i'd soon forget life's
sweet nectar of meaningful gifts
how i soon began
to blend with the earths
own needs separating bodies
of oceans gathering
sources of energies
creeping back over
the sandy beaches
leaving craters throughout
hidden cavities on stone surfaces
mental malice had finally
become a shattered memory
leaving my flesh dangling
out to sea drowning
within my own tears
LA PITTURA
A unique painting we are born
A shadow of unorthodox brush stroke we appear
Thrust into a display we enter the world
Unsure and naive we stand proud
A unique painting our glory is short lived
We are a different brush stroke the world senses
The pride we once had was surely an illusion
With a wave of disappointment our canvas falls
A unique painting no more we appear
An understanding the world lacks of us
But unique we truly are
The realization is a powerful overwhelming color of emotions
A unique painting our humanity is reborn
Like a beacon of hope we shine
A blessing we cover the planet
Humanity at its best, that’s the uniqueness we have
Original Composition by Aaron.O
Form:
A ghostly moon haunts a vista of blue;
as white as the clouds, Luna's peering through;
a shy sprite, in a rare daytime debut.
The moon's golden glow pales at Dawn's first light;
for Luna's beacon only shines at night.
A fragile image, as frail as a dove,
Nature's victim of unrequited love;
chasing Sol across the heavens above.
But time has decreed, She'll never succeed;
Sol always leads; She can't increase Her speed.
As daylight strips Her of Her gilded hue,
a pale moon silently slips out of sight;
chasing after a dream, She's aware of
the tether, from which She'll never be freed.