Long Delight Poems
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As a collective whole
One loving soul
Our gentle consciousness correction
Makes meditation our orientation
Active is our inaction
Relying upon the divine for traction
Waiting not for imagined enablement
We radiate love in staid contentment
Lower mind rested
No ego cravings remain to be tested
Love our reflex instinct
As magnetism invisible yet distinct
No narrow thoughts that weigh & size
We delight in each pulse as surprise
As we embrace & hold & release
The pulse of life with ease
Recognition of ordained perfection
Identity offering no suggestion
As a divine entwined humble conduit
In childlike innocence we are resolute
Our arms open in loving embrace
Seeing Gods divinity in every face
Our agendalessness is aligned resonation
With the omnipresent Ohm reverberation
Within
08-August-2020
Fragrant lovely pink roses in the month of May
Pretty marigolds also in my sight
I’m in grandma’s garden so fine.
Spy little butterfly
Day is beautiful and the warming sun is bright
A magic that warms me from head to toe
In my sage imagination I always go
Back to this moment of glorious light
Barely takes blink of hazel eye
Small leap across a line
Lilies and daffodils, also tulip delight
Whimsical garden, incredibly gay
Nostalgia whisks me back to this fine summer day
Watching a bumblebee with all his might
A buzz upon his royal dine
Luna moth butterfly
Floating in the air like a heavenly green kite
Furiously loved grandma’s garden so….
Written 1-04-2021
Contest: A Little Memory
Sponsor: Constance La France
Checked syllables with www.howmanysyllables.com
I stay victorious in God’s grace verily
By my sweet surrender to His will’s providence;
He invites me to delight in Him joyously
Assuring me His constant presence wondrously
With His might that vanquishes evil’s evidence!!!
Only in the Lord can I find true contentment*
Whenever I’m gripped with envy’s exaltation
Afflicting my soul with worthlessness-indictment;
Indeed, I thank Him for ready replenishment
Brought along Christ’s sacrifice for my salvation!!!
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
April 19, 2018
2nd place, "Rhyme Time 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo; judged on 4/24/2018.
One of the poems featured on the PoetrySoup home page on March 15-21, 2026.
I put two garbage bags of junk into my husband’s car trunk.
I am ready to start filling up the lonely green dumpster.
Most of the year he sits forlornly with two or three measly bags.
I am off school for eight weeks; so I am giving him some food.
He is green and hideously ugly, but a terrific landmark.
Because we live in an earth home, people do not see our house.
They fly past our driveway, not noticing it either.
Sometimes their GPS laughs as they drive back and forth.
“When you see a green dumpster, turn in,” I tell them.
“If you pass a green dumpster, turn around.”
“What kind of place do you live?” They ask me.
“We live in a van, down by the river.”
I delight in saying this.
It reminds me of Chris Farley each time.
He was the leading dancer till morning came
with a willing partner, ne’er the same,
savoured the rhythmic delight
that flowed through the night
while they danced
till
break of dawn
to raw vibrations
urgency of sensations
as lost in passion she called his name.
He was the leading dancer till morning came.
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Contest: Any Poem #32 (mar 2015)
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 3rd
My mind ascends high in the lonely emptiness,
floats on the wisps of crimson cloud,
makes a fascinating painting of the fantasy dawn
on the unfurled blank canvas of desire.
Outlined by the tinge of the celestial hue
at the edge of the sunburst horizon,
on the grass of your verdant meadow,
I imagine I’m the radiant pearl of dew.
I soar in the seamless reverie sky
to the halcyon height of infinite freedom,
saturated with the aura of timeless delight,
I imagine I can fly.
In the space of the boundless void,
the charismatic canvas of cobalt gets rolled out,
where in your firmament of fascination
I imagine I’m a beguiled bird flying free.
The bank of the cascading crystal stream,
cradles the gorgeous terrace reclined,
where in your luring rose garden abloom,
I imagine I’m a flittering butterfly.
I float on its flapping latticed wings,
with the ripples of the whistling wind,
across the miasma of drifting dreams
to the flamboyance of your rising rainbow.
Under the star-crowned amorous sky
you come through the indigo moonbeam.
An entranced poet I write a fervent lyric for you,
as the muse is enticed by the sparks of imagination./center>
In the midst of a tropical forest,
At the mouth of a volcano at rest,
Surrounded by verdant hills not so high,
Bordered by lush trees gazing at the sky,
Lies Grand Bassin lake, reflecting the blue,
The seat of sparkling sacred waters true.
At this saintly lake, the soul takes its flight,
Engaging the senses in sure delight;
The pure clean waters shimmer crystal bright,
A haven bathed in gleams during daylight,
Reflect white shines of stars and moon at night,
Undulate with the gentle breeze at sight.
The serene cool gust, a tender embrace,
Whispers soft secrets of this unique place;
A fragrant floral scent mounts in the air,
Softly spreading in the space everywhere
Sweet perfumes of incense in the surrounds,
Leaving graceful smells on the nose around.
The songs of humming birds, a joyful sound,
Greet the ear as native life here abound,
Their melodies twine with whispers of breeze
On verdant leaves of tall towering trees.
And devotee`s sweet chanting voices so clear,
To spin a spiritual atmosphere.
The serenity of Grand Bassin site,
Amidst lush tress, to the self a delight;
The coolness of the sacred water's touch,
A blessing felt within and loved so much,
Washes away worries with gentle clutch,
Cleansing the soul that`s welcome without blush.
The taste of offerings excites the tongue,
A sweetish delight to both old and young,
Shared by devotees with a generous heart,
A natural flow of kindness, quite smart,
A simple steadfast spark of brotherhood,
Here where divine devotion ever stood.
At Grand Bassin, the heart warmly expands,
Embraced within these serene sacred lands,
Engaging senses, understanding stands,
The silent beauty held in nature's hands,
Where souls of diverse cults, creed and lands meet,
A sense of peace and bliss that is complete.
Finding myself again on fields of desire,
my soul wrapped up in frenzy's restless fire,
remembering the sweet pleasure of a touch
and the charm of a love sincere and burning much.
I don't want you to chain me down in strictness,
but offer me tenderness and passion in fullness,
for our bodies, mature flames burning through the night,
wake up to pleasure's call like nothing else in sight.
Let them share their ecstasy without condition,
with every touch, every kiss, every soft submission,
for nature blessed us with so many gifts of sense
just waiting to be found and shared in love's intense.
Make every moment a delicate symphony,
where notes of pleasure rise with tender cadency,
and a woman's body, warm and soft and sliding free,
receives your love like velvet melody, not severity.
For in the living details hides the secret of supreme delight,
which few can understand and fewer still can bring to light,
not just a simple act, but symphony of body and of soul,
where pride and selfishness dissolve and tenderness makes us whole.
I speak to you sincerely, for whenever we miss the peak,
the second chance is just a shadow, fading as we seek,
fear overwhelms me, knowing I may never feel again
the highest pleasure loving you, and desire sinks into dark terrain.
If I'm being honest, I would rather not even try,
but let things stay the way they are and just let it lie,
for pleasure is fragile and divine, yet secret in its grace,
and in its loss our souls may scatter without a trace.
Where Dreams Are Born
In a realm where dreams are born,
Where laughter dances, joy is adorned,
Resides the youth with hearts untamed,
innocence glowing, souls unblamed.
Oh, the bliss of youthful days,
When life's enchantment brightly plays,
Like butterflies in meadows fair,
They chase the sunbeams everywhere.
Their eyes sparkle with pure delight,
In their hearts, hope takes flight,
Every moment a wondrous treasure,
Filled with mirth, without measure.
In innocence, they find their way,
Curiosity guiding their foray,
Exploring life's uncharted lands,
With fearless hearts and eager hands.
Their laughter echoes through the air,
A symphony of joy, beyond compare,
Unburdened by the weight of time,
In youth's embrace, they sweetly chime.
Their smiles ignite a radiant glow,
Like sunflowers in full bloom's show,
Their spirits free, their hearts unbound,
In their presence, magic is found.
Oh, to relish the days of youth,
Where dreams are nurtured, love is truth,
To dance with innocence once more,
And embrace the joy we felt before.
For youth is but a fleeting gift,
A tender flower, a gentle drift,
Let us cherish its fleeting grace,
And hold its memories in embrace.
In the tapestry of life we weave,
May the innocence within us never leave,
For in the joy of youth we find,
A treasure that forever shines.
To be sung to 'Pete's Dragon - Candle on the Water'
I'll be your rose in the garden
My peace for you will always bloom
I know you're sad and crying
But the bees are buzzing
Come to me, beneath the shining moon.
I'll be your rose in the garden
Till every petal is shown with delight
My thorns will never hurt you,
Let these brambles pride you
Soon you'll welcome each thankful night
A rich and lucious garden has found you,
Don't let the forest make you frown.
I'll set fragrance all around you
Flowing in the air
Showing that I care
I'll be your rose in the garden
The reddish hue will be your know
Dig deep inside, you'll make it,
Take me in your hand, and pray it
Love me and your heart will grow
As protection I'll bestow
As sure as the east wind blows.
As sure as the east wind blows.
As sure as the east wind blows...
Sunday, December 12, 2021
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