Long Contemplation Poems
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Turning my look to the Heavens,
to expand this gaze further into their immensity;
and Who created them reveals Himself so grandly...
Galileo was as amazed as I am,
but I live in a more advanced century...not being persecuted as he was,
and I should share my findings with all, not fearing threats or conflicts...
Stars, stand still and be tangible;
your grandeur is truly a worthy contemplation,
to give any observer that plausible sensation...
What I don't know about our Universe is the biggest challenge,
from here I can see little that's clear and sharp;
I imagine, not wonder, what I will discover at a closer range...
Ten thousands of stars appear before me,
all with their unique forms and brilliant colors;
and for my own sake, I count each one with incredibility...
These celestial images bring more anticipation,
to make me perceive their distance utterly reachable:
as I turn my look to the Heavens that are truly remarkable...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
SOURCES OF CONTEMPLATION
demand
delicate attention
in a sentiment
of timelessness
meandering &episodic
perhaps
but
ever changing
focused
gestures of posture
in
a repertory of motifs
sans a sense of ambiguity
dreamlike
they
envelop &shroud
the visible
becoming symbolic
almost
ornamental
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
In its ordained journey to the domain of eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river of time,
where the cross currents of incursive thoughts
interlace with the mystic motif of the mind,
making a reflective lattice of introspection.
Its ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the shores of the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the acquired aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of the mental design.
The swirling currents of my vagrant mind,
trailing the course of insight to the absolute
through the contrived layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.
My soul then strives to shine in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
blooming as the self-searching conception
in the sacred sanctum of the supreme,
where I struggle to escape from the web of disarray.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my wanton spirit is disheveled to dishabille state.
As my mind wavers unsure in the cascade of confusion,
prudent thoughts intrude the psyche with awareness,
searching for the meaning of life in contemplation.
I awaken well before dawn has thought of yawns
It is quiet then, and quite eerie in a way.
The peace deadens distractions, death-hour mourns.
The mind awakens refreshed, sparked by noir cafe.
Contemplation peaks then, and declines throughout the day.
There is no rush to milk the cows or other things.
No deadlines to meet; the slate is clean and ready.
What else can you do at such an hour, but think upon what morn brings?
No one else is mad enough to be up then, all fresh and chatty
Even the shops and streets are all mostly empty.
The sounds are muffled, hushed to not disturb,
Even the birds call out in toned-down tomes,
just to say 'Gidday' with a contrite little blurb,
like those asleep, snore gently and mutter in dreamy moans.
It is so quiet, that you can hear their gentle breathy tones.
A cock crows, a bell tolls, the garbage truck bangs day open.
The first light rings an alarm; the pre-dawn think-tank session is over.
'Good Morning' can be annoying if your stuff not strut and done.
The clatter, toil and bustle of the day makes chaos of the order,
which can only return - past day, past night, in pre-dawn embroider.
Life adjacent
By Michelle Morris
23/07/2023
When people who are meant to care
Let us down and into despair
We might choose to step away
And live a life adjacent
Away from the maddening crowds
Away from humanity's cloud
Away from distrust and hurt
Away from broken hearted moments
Scattered pieces of our souls
Need time and space to become whole
Reflections and contemplation
Truthful spiritual reconciliation
In meditation and prayer and supplication
Silence and stillness and guidance
God and His Angels protect and help us
Through our dark nights of the soul
Into the darkness and emptiness
Embracing and healing and balancing
Until like a phoenix rising from the ashes after the fire
We are able to fill our souls with Light's power
Enlightenment and wisdom and knowledge
Can help and support our revelations
We live a life with a higher purpose
And make a difference to God's Universe
Our souls are able to shine brightly
We become the best versions of ourselves
Healed hearts and souls and minds
We live life adjacent no more
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Translucent Epiphany
‘Kismet’ he thought ‘What nonsense please smooch my elbow for real’
He had no time for Karma as things are what they are without coincidence
Only believed in solutions for problems and none of that psychic garble
No slips of compunction no Higher Power no confidence in contemplation
When he tripped his fuse on life’s vagaries and fell down an obvious sinkhole
He stumbled hit rock bottom and fractured his Ego and arm in so many places
She threw him a rope made of silken dreams woven with innocent thread for his
Veiled blinkers to disentangle when her Kiss Met his virginal lips through the light
04th July 2018
8 lines of Fate contest
MY EPITAPH
AS I LOOK BACK AND I SEE MY LIFE PAST AND I
CLOSE MY EYES SO THAT I CANNOT SEE WHO IS
LAUGHING LAST
I CONTEMPLATE MY CHOICES; SO MISDIRECTED
CAN I STRAIGHTEN OUT THE SHIP BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE??
EACH AND EVERY DAY I THINK THE THOUGHT
THAT THIS MIGHT BE MY LAST REMEMBRANCE
AND WHAT DO I BRING TO THE EMPTY TABLE
FOR WHICH A SEAT FOR ME IS ALWAYS WAITING
EVERY DEED THAT IS DONE HAS DIED BEFORE THE DAY
HAS GONE
EVERY MOMENT OF PEACE CONQUERED BY INNER WAR
BROUGHT ON FROM OUTSIDE INFLUENCE
I CAN’T BLOCK OUT EVERY NEGATIVE
CANNOT FILTER THROUGH THE MIRE
I CAN’T FIND HOPE WITHIN THE POSITIVE
WHEN IT DIES LIKE MY DESIRE
THE FLAMES OF LIFE ARE FLICKERING
THE LIGHT IT BROUGHT NOW FADES
CONTEMPLATION OF THE END NOW
AS I'M BURIED IN THIS GRAVE, MY EPITAPH
WHAT CARVINGS ON MY STONE DEFINE ME
WHAT ACTIONS OR WORDS LEFT TO INSCRIBE
WHAT MEMORIES HAVE BEEN LEFT IN MY PLACE
AND ARE THEY ENOUGH TO KEEP ME ALIVE
IN YOUR HEART OR MIND
ANOTHER LINE, ANOTHER PAGE
ALL FEW AND FAR BETWEEN
INSPIRATION NOW FOUND ON AN UNKNOWN STAGE
BECAUSE IN THIS WORLD I’LL NEVER BE SEEN
I CAN’T BLOCK OUT EVERY NEGATIVE
CANNOT FILTER THROUGH THE MIRE
I CAN’T FIND HOPE WITHIN THE POSITIVE
WHEN IT DIES LIKE MY DESIRE
THE FLAMES OF LIFE ARE FLICKERING
I’M A SOUL THAT WON’T BE SAVED
CONTEMPLATION OF THE END NOW
AS I’M BURIED IN THIS GRAVE, MY EPITAPH
WHAT CARVINGS ON MY STONE DEFINE ME ?…..
Sweet and delicious, that's how I see the moon on this summer night
Unlucky is indeed the one who is deprived of such a sight
Moon of love, moon of Aphrodite
Moon of passion, moon of exaltation
Easy and peaceful I feel while being lost in its contemplation
Reveries burst out in my heart, giving birth to a lonely ******!
My heart is yet unattached, though still broken, it pines to breathe with love
O summer moon, how beautiful you look, as if you are made of eroticism
O creation of the wondrous kind, I wish you could give me a sign of the world above
Near your charm, I wish to waltz with love, either of an earthly kind, or filled with mysticism!
I need time by myself just to sort things out
I need to walk on God's narrow route
I'm hoping I won't disappoint Him by biting the bullet...he will marinate me with his miracles and drive away doom
His forgiveness is a spotlight I look upon during times of hardship and gloom
Commotion fills my ears for many years, but I can't make up what they say
You are as bright as tomorrow, but I'm as dark as yesterday
Often, I would contemplate on turning that around someday
I pray for unity with peaceful individuals and find the answers in God's Holy Bible...I feel the need to make cliques with other people my age
But my sheepish, strange nature and my low self-worth reduces me to rage
It feels like, when I'm around others, I feel like I'm not on the same page
Oh Lord, I want to belong
I want to belong
I need to belong
Freedom is so, so far away
Freedom is so far away
I turn away in utter dismay
Today isn't my greatest day
I pray I won't fall prey to my bipolar days
I long for praise and recognition on a daily basis
I want to stay in one place, but we go our separate ways
I am in chains in the pit of my alienated abstract abyss
What is right and wrong?
What is right and wrong?
What is right and wrong when I am always led astray?
I'm not having my way today, so I weep during a gray day
I catch a glimpse of a blue jay...I feel better I must say
But what goes up must come down
But, soon enuff, I will wear an upside down frown
In my happy-go-lucky, sun-drenched spirits, I will drown
I will seek California's grand sunlight
To block out the contemplation of delightlessness
Give me perpetual might tonight
I wish someone or He could rinse away my hopelessness
For now, I will contemplate on the positives,
Not the negatives...who gives, who really gives
Because, in my young heart, childlike happiness lives
It lives on...right when a good song is on the radio
Right on!! Rock on till the break of dawn and dance with the wind...go with your own flow and keep your spirits' unique, gracious glow
we merge ...
I, rooted in your core
pushing up as you press down -
never deep enough …
supine, you on knees above
I reach up -
weave my fingers thru silken strands
and gently guide your head
down toward me …
( moondrops in your eyes … sighs )
sweet tresses fall between us as
our mouths melt together -
tongues playing their own game
soft like bubblegum …
I swim up the river to your soul
to that place indescribable
warm and dark …
( maelstrom of desire … afire )
we are so melded that
I almost feel alone ...
lonely, but in the sense of being US
and one …
I could let go my spirit there ...
without fear or regret or contemplation
I could stay forever on those
shores, in joy -
lost in our union and that
ethereal embrace …
( selves spun a-bliss … whispers )
but …
it is far too precious for those ends -
too exquisite and rare
all for the sake of how momentary
and blessed for the sake
of how perfect …
how passionately and
imperfectly ...
perfect.
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