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What Love Is
Love’s real meaning and its truest nature are at the
base of how one may choose to interact with others.
Love, in and of itself, among the panoply of human
emotions is alluring, compelling, and all-powerful.
Love’s emotive force excites one’s inner-feelings and
can tug at one’s heart strings in moments of passion.
Love has the mysterious ability to touch both the heart
and soul of two people as they meet by destiny’s hand.
Love is palpable and spiritual and it can emote happiness,
compassion, and even a sadness among all human beings.
Love’s spiritual approach helps to bring each of us closer
to Almighty God in realizing our own cosmic role on Earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 10, 2020 (Couplet)
Falling in love with a stranger,
an eye to eye encounter
as autumn's winds oscillate
maple's vibrant red foliage
and horizon's hues foretell
sun's imminent departure.
A sketch on wispy pastures
proposing a kiss of passion
freezes your posture
as moon peeks with compassion
amid birds' winter migration
silently urging your action
for lovers' romantic collaboration.
Like a frozen night in autumn
you ache for sun's arrival,
yet you never said hello,
not even a second glance,
sensing your blatant reticence
she gracefully turns around.
Like the barren trees of fall
you stood your ground
without a sound, immobile
not even a parting smile.
But feelings tug spirit
having heard the lyrics
of a beautiful festive melody:
a cadence never ending,
which love did recite
but mortals couldn't write.
Image etched ignites
on fall's starry night
a mosaic mat of fallen leaves
spurring entire being
to surrender to love
urging you to emote
when she comes calling
for one more encounter
drowning you in ecstasy
even if it turns out to be
a cold autumn breeze
or rapture of a blessed plea
earthly or celestial
or just a beautiful dream.
First Place Win
September 21, 2017
Autumn Romance
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Although demons of darkness have been slain,
since we tread softly with a mindful eye
and no longer think about loss or gain,
perhaps it’s too late since we will soon die.
Is it regret or remorse we emote,
as we ponder upon life lived thus far,
where throb of love our unconscious heart smote
and thus from God’s light, we drifted afar?
Be this as it may, we have now transformed,
having imbibed within, bliss magnetism
and with bastions of fear, lust and rage stormed,
divine light bursts forth from mind-body prism.
All we do now is share words of wisdom,
on how all souls may enter God’s kingdom.
Ah! Our heart! God search quest let’s here kick start,
deeming all souls one, none standing apart
but to be as such first ego must die,
that thus divine entwined, we wingless fly.
Head and heart linked, our soul becomes love inked,
no longer by narrow cravings hoodwinked,
looking not at form but spirit within
cave of all hearts, so we too look therein.
Blissful, joyous, entwined with existence,
we know love and light is our quintessence,
with each pore a door, presence keeps no score,
renewal continual soul’s encore.
Ah! Our heart! Let’s here now add love to cart,
with each emote uttered, a work of art.
This Citizen Banker
safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical
gabbling and trumpeting ways,
while legally tendered,
currently being cents
less lee swept away
soul fully - bellow
wing from my chest
(with fortissimo, the
whirling wide webbed
watery tidal swells
rivaling the peak
of Mount Everest)
reef furring to being
nearly reduced to poverty
hence, essentially buck
king the tide while washed out -
since day short and dollar late
circumstances force me
to cash worthless buffalo chips
astutely as you correctly guessed
from deep pull horrible
United States economic situation,
where option non
existent against invest
ting, nesting, and squirreling
financial resources jest
accessible for wealthy people
to sync investment portfolios
region of popular tax haven,
viz Cayman Islands lest
hefty costs accrue
keeping scrupulously stashed re:
sources untouchable,
where Uncle Sam canst
access ex cell lent
healthy maturing outlook
king monies, and understandable
at rage against the machine
if rainy day funds messed
up, but solvent versus
debts drowning oneself
unable to stay afloat,
where declaring Chapter 7 bankruptcy
doomed to bobbing
within a sinking boat,
and where pointless
to pull out all the whistle stops
including abandoning resorting
to heroic measures
while additionally futile
to shed tears and emote
only kidding self to seek out goat
tam ma Buddha, nor will
I resort to gofundme
(cuz ma last name NOT Kardashian),
but matter of fact lee
roll with the figurative punches
feigning tubby Jew Dee
or an incarnation
of Muhammad Ali
during his ready for prime time Box
sing rebellious jabbering
left fist out fox
sing prize fighter un
defeated champ with mox
see, his champion modesty
oozed muscles like rocks,
a bankable one man
Gibraltar with precious
mettle to the core,
not wanting with his pugilistic,
yet homegrown genteel
ringing true mark
solid core state athletically valued
bankable bonded stocks.
MY SPIRIT SOARS
"The wind rides in solitude, In her diaphanous delight Her skirts brush eternity, To gather the stars of night"
Music fills my soul and wakes up my senses
and I find my whole body moving to the beat,
rhythm, tempo, cadence of the music in precise,
distinguished moves, defined, delivered with feelings.
How dancing stirs me and lifts me up is beyond me.
Every move I emote is an expression of art, feeling
serenity, freedom, happiness and being in a trance
while I sway, shake gracefully, showing my authenticity.
Dressing up makes me feel free, expressing my love
of fashion and expressing my own style, individuality.
It is art to me, playing, coordinating colors, adding
accents of scarves, hair pieces, belts showing my chic way.
Travel enlightens me, brings joy, delight to my being.
It gives me knowledge, being aware of the facts and
familiar with the places I visit while enjoying my stay.
It gives me freedom of exploring and sweet memories.
How my passions carry, transport me into
another world, where I find solitude, serenity,
freedom, delight, joy or up above with the stars
and that is when my spirit soars with the wind.
5/3/21 Choose Your Form Poetry
Joseph May
Chose: Option #4
Checked: PS Grammar Checker
Tons more I wish to do,
Much more I want to do,
Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue,
Much more I wish to do……….
I want to scale scary heights,
I want to bungee jump without any fright.
I want to travel rough terrains on bikes,
I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes.
I want to wander singing songs,
I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs.
I want to be creative again ,
I want to write about my joys thrills and pain.
I want to pour my heart and passion in my works,
I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks.
I want to take many a calculated risks,
I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks.
I want to contribute for a good cause,
I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross.
I want to untangle messed up issues,
I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues.
I want to work on taboo subjects,
I want to solve regression of y on x.
I want to listen to my music loud,
I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd.
I want to sow seeds and many a plant,
I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant.
I want to drench in the rains,
I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains.
I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth,
And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth.
I want to boldly write about myself only for me,
I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see.
I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me,
I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee.
I want to be happy about just any small thing,
And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring.
Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre,
I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire….
All this I want to do very soon,
Before sets into me dreaded gloom.
But the life I live is taking its toll,
I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole.
Time is just right to set aside,
And take a ride
Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow,
And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago.
Now I don’t want a moment long,
And I will do what I want and sing my own song,
And do what in me I let grow,
Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu
“ I eat every word, suspended, transfixed by you, I’m losing myself” quote from poem, Infatuated by me
Sooty bitter ashes in my mouth
the taste of our old love, dead
another wave of pain hits me
I weep, I look at photos of us, weep
hear our songs, weep
sadness engulfs every pore of me
devastated, broken, oblivion
ghosting through life
imploded heart bleeds
you don’t love me anymore
I feel as if my spirit fled
Why do I emote
by my pretty little cuts
give me mindful tears
Entry Writing Challenge 1 July 2019 - Melancholy
Placed Third
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Written 22/07/2019
there thrums a void I can't discern
the pounding echos thru my chest
this hollow, empty, longing breast
it beats and beats but will not burn
how does a pulsing 'neath my skin
keep perfect tempo all these years
so coursing blood from toes to ears
and working wonders deep within?
how does an organ keep employed
SO much work while staying strong
yet make me feel, emote, and long
for things and people I've enjoyed?
how could it be my fist-sized heart
can wield twelve megatons of love
while joined with others like a glove
though beating half-a-world apart?
how can it be that hearts of gold
can be debased with just a word
and twist with malice, undeterred
on one sad lie that it's been sold?
how is it that one change-of-heart
can make such difference in a life
embracing loves instead of strife
through kind examples set apart?
why is it that a heart's remade
by one kind act of love or grace
or just ONE smile upon the face
of someone who has come to aid?
hearts are more than just a beat
they find their work in ALL we do
while plied in loving, false or true
of others, kindred, cold or sweet.
a heart of hearts can take us far
yet, even pumping, often breaks
and how my own so dearly aches
to feel the burn and know a scar.
oh then I had true flames, thereof
but now a void where once, desire
as tears doused, long ago, the fire
and all the heartbeats giv'n to love.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Pick A Title, Volume 9 - Enclosed Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
Seize subtle see
Calm cheer claims choice
Enjoy empty
Notice numb noise
Touch trouncing tee
Soar spheres sightly
Sign special sense
Chide cramp content
Emote end etch
Note nice new next
Thrill tender trace
Sight sunny space
Sense slippery
Create calmly
Employ ending
Nicer needing
Treat treasures toil
Speak salient spoils
Sail solemn shores
Choose clever chores
Empty entice
Now nimble nice
Tokens tumble
Sensuous stumble
Straight seeing stays
Compress clear clay
Endow each etch
Noxious new next
Truth troubles text
Sign succinct sketch
Leon Enriquez
19 Apr 2014
Singapore