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Oh, beatific lotus flower, blossom of my pious soul
How brilliantly you ascend, sparkling in sunrise gold
Being the emissary of divinity ancient tenets behold
Invigorating spiritual vibes unwavering beliefs extol
Oh, tender touch of angels, purity of enlightened life
How mystically your petals divulge esoteric delight
Kneeling for mortal beings, submerging into the night
Yearning renewal upon cleansing unwelcome strife
Oh, sage of wisdom, imperial emblem of knowledge
How you rise again and again, edifying life and death
Heavenly spirits you elate awakening human intellect
Illuminating senses in revelations of Buddhist texts
Oh, symbol of rebirth, essence of pure revered faith
How prayers of sacred words in your epiphany toll
Where rhythms of my heart in tenor of nirvana echo
As you grant eternal peace to mortals lost on earth
Oh, beatific lotus flower, blossom of my pious soul
January 1, 2021
Placed 5th: Lotus of my heart poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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There is a beauty in the written word
When not so much of it is spoken
The verbiage lingers in my mind
Like the taste of a fine wine
The words pass before my eyes
Floating…
Floating…
Floating…
Like ethereal clouds across the skies
And can bring tears unto my eyes
Like a joy so unrevealed.
There is a meaning in some words
That can cause my heart to break
Or cause my spirit to elate
Words can cause your heart to pound
As I ponder the mental sounds
Reverberating in my chest
It gives my soul unrest
It moves a feeling in my breast
Of the beauty
Of written words
I will never grow weary.
(November 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Atop a grassy hill I sit,
gazing at the rich azure blue sky
watching a few birds fluttering in and out of my vision,
slicing through the air like knives.
I lie there for what feels like an eternity,
wind turbine turning in calculated motion
out of the corner of my eye.
My rucksack ties me to the ground,
filled with a thousand weights,
preventing me from being like those birds,
majestic, elate and carefree.
But I can imagine.
The innocent silky clouds transform and bend,
producing a multitude of bizarre objects,
an army commanded by the wind
sauntering across the horizon.
A world with no end, limited only by mortal minds,
a mini-universe floating just above our heads.
We are the creators of this fictional world,
where human though unfurls.
I see an emerald dragon,
a group of chariot wagons, their horses galloping.
A circus filled with the most exotic animals,
an ivy snake laced with diamonds,
a canoe slicing through the sky.
A gnarly oak,
its trunk encased, fingers reaching infinitely high.
But each world is different for every one of us,
so tell me; what do you see
when you let your imagination
break free?
Funny thing this poetry
Some are simple
Some complex
Some for love
Some of death
Some of nature
Some are sweet
Some have kittens at your feet
Some are happy
Some are sad
Some on toys
Some for little girl and boys
Some about lifes simple joys
Some confusing
Some elate
Some of God, what he'd create
Some are lonely
Some come true
Some are evil and wicked to
Some have magic
Some are real
Some, sometime can make you feel
Some are deep
Some are silly
Some can be a little chilly
Some are warm
Some are old
Some are new
Some tell about treasure and gold
Some on mountains
Some on sea's
Some have talk about disease
Some of lose
Some of gain
One things for sure
No two's the same
Funny thing this poetry
It touches each one differently
Depends on what you feel and see.
Ajosh form of sonnet...
'Kill thy glottis pride.
Endow the Lord and take him on ride.
A joyful shout that dazes the earth.
Joy trampling on joy,life strangling death.
Over princes,kings and queens.
Yuletide season,when he did reign.
Fear your layrnx with an earth-quaking shout
Usurp your life,praise God,without doubt.
Lend your heart to one who owns it.
Neptune,Venus,Jupiter loves to do it.
Ointment on the feet of one who ever win.
Incense of words to one who'll convey with rapture's train.
Shout,make noise,elate your heart,
Endow the Lord with you praise,Bill your eyes!
17:29:08:20:40
His voice was loved,his colour not
Only the former him fame brought
Summa cum laude in study and sport
His origins drew him up socially short
Jim Crow laws were the sinister wedge
Which left him at his country's edge
His nation's shame burned deeply within
Denying forgiveness for his darkness of skin
He longed for the time when men would be equal
His involvement with communism delivered the sequel
At a time when McCarthy sought to unmask the red
So many suffered paroxysms of dread.
In 1929 after his London show he set out for home late
It was then there occurred a miracle of fate
Singing rang out sweet and crystal clear
Voices of Welsh miners singing songs to them dear
Amazed by their power in their penniless plight
He became their brother in arms that very night
Colour was not what bound him to them
But the poverty to which politics the lower classes condemn
So there was born a rich and mutual harmony
Between a star and a proud but poor army
They both knew the the sting of imposed misfortune
Refusing to give up their independence of tune
He bestrode the world like a black Colossus
Until he was pulled down by destructive bosses
Who would brook no challenge to their status
But his example lives on to fully elate us
This man ,Paul Robeson,a tower among men
Met persecution with stout acumen
He stands out as our beacon of light
For all the victims who fought the good fight.
It's the desire to do better with a fresh lead
and with success on mind, not thinking of failure:
I find that doorway to escape and dream,
but remaining anonymous is no adventure.
Without impromptu or consciousness,
I wake up to a sunrise which coruscates...
becoming brighter by blinding my sight,
then I become beauty-incarnate and sigh.
Laying down with the head up on the fresh grass,
I accept another challenge to pursue life and fate...
not seeking a gloomy, clandestine place to face
ignoble fear in a cosmos which was created to elate.
Follow me and experience what makes me wake up and be as happy as a cuckoo,
touch the fragile corolla of daisies and inhale their aroma as dreamers tend to do,
and looking straight up, observe the awesome Universe so vast, beautiful and blue...
won't you take another challenge to pursue life and fate without clashing with a clue?
Mint leaf season vortex gilds sylvan glaze
vivid hue a scented purple ground mist
citrus brume float locus in dewdrop phase
cherry orchard fruit shoots hearthrob wish list
Gold grosbeak pecking ryegrass fare at dawn
scarlet tanager an oak tree crown rite
wet mallard feet drag bird seed round my lawn
flush choral plume behind the hedgerow sprite
Triumphant March of mother earth womb pearls
airy infant whines elate our senses
green sea tides that flurry sunlit moss curls
hub of nodding reeds a ripe consensus
Zeal infuses luscious pastures growing
spring fount heralds jubilance a-glowing
Sponsor : Constance La France
This poem is a sonnet.
This coming Christmas put away prejudice and pride
and become the child He was...coming to earth and die:
the Messenger of God to touch the humblest hearts
when joy didn't exist and love couldn't be found in anyone;
look up to the coldest and starriest sky...
thousands of angels in their glory shine!
Look deep inside and put kindness first and realize:
that this is a season to give without measure, just smile!
Child, heavenly Child, open those kind arms
and welcome everyone who gladly comes
to worship you with that very special gift;
Child, heavenly Child, how can we be changed in heart,
and suddenly become like you are:
being that closest friend, not an uncaring stranger!
Kings and Presidents will bow down like us,
and glorify you for coming down in the form of man...
to forgive and understand us, to teach us love and elate us;
long ago hope was lost, and that long-awaited Redeemer
never came...now, you have come to bring your peace and salvation,
and the Christmas' star has set on the world in wonder!
Let's stare at it with gladness...to find the purpose in your birth,
and spread the joyful tidings to those without worth!
Child, heavenly Child, call all to your manger
and stand side by side by the singing angels
and let them see that we can become the child you are,
without a crown, riches, vanity and privileges!
Child, heavenly Child, you only ask us to say the kindest word:
to forgive and be forgiven and to love and be loved in return!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
We met secretly on the stroke of twelve.
A mystic moon glints our walkway but we barely saw each other yet.
It was the aura of the night that rouses wonderful enchantment in those oceanic eyes that act as magnet.
Iridescent cycle of love with scene-shifting magic and intrigue at its core.
Do cloud rim charcoal skies elate us torch flames?
Will golden galaxies exhale
as ardent sweethearts stroll on dim-lit streets?
Eerie sounds from cars a burglar's nuisance to romantics.
But it’s swallowed by this dark midnight vortex.
Windows squeak and shut in strange alignment.
Laughter shatters solemn nocturne veils.
Still young orb sighs breathe fire into the velvet glitter wee small hours canvass.
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Date posted : 17 December 2021