Long Gifts Poems
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Listen
you who seek the secret of existence
your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design.
Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine.
Do you see
how rain and sun kiss the earth?
Like morning dew they are one in the eyes of the Friend.
Embrace both
for in their unity duality ends.
You are the pulse of a seed sprouting through the stone.
In your veins flows the ancient wisdom of the soil.
In love's alchemy the seeker becomes the sought.
Feel how the wind of spirit shapes you
now bending like a reed now standing as a cypress.
In surrender find the strength that never wavers.
The heart's fire burns away all that is not love.
Desire, like wild winds, seeks its way to the sacred fire
in consuming they become the light they seek.
Each thread of your being sings the Beloved's name.
Listen closely can you hear the melody of oneness?
In that song
you'll find your true existence.
The fabric of your days shimmers with divine light:
Golden Joy. Silver Sorrow... all are His gifts.
In accepting all
you become... His perfect reflection.
O lover do not ask why some paths are sharp as thorns
and others soft as the dawn's first breath.
The Master Weaver's wisdom surpasses all understanding.
Let yourself dissolve in love's infinite sea.
You are both the wave and the ocean's depths.
In annihilation, find your eternal completion...
Beloved you are the quilt and the quilter
the song and the singer,
the dance and the dancer.
In this realization all separation ceases.
Now step into the garden of the heart—
where every seed sprouts with the faces of our Friends.
Here in agape love's transcendence
you will find your journey's end.
Praying from the heart
Whispered thoughts, yearnings
Breathed into the sanctuary
Or the pillow or the ear
Of one who will listen to your
Hopeful prayer
Praying from the lips
Naked beliefs, feelings
Bright as crimson that pours
From the veins of the One
Who gave us a chance
To be reborn
Praying from the silence
That glimmers on stardust
Arrayed in brilliant gladness
Exhilaration flowing like rainfall
Against a soft cheek, teary
From elated faith
Praying from the grace
That colors souls in hues of light
Soft and gentle, like a caress
Of inspiration and compassion
Dancing with laughter
From a joyful thought
Praying from the plans
Of a spirit that understands
Psalms of thanksgiving and peace
Come to life on the conviction
Of those who choose to listen
To the Spirit’s direction
Praying from the insight
Of a holy, healing hope
Kindness overflows in rich floods
Of beauty, brilliance and goodness
That comes from heeding
The answers He bestows
Praying from the spirit
With tender assurance you’re giving
All your best, your hope and faith
The love that you possess
Because He blessed you with
Love that is fully alive!
On the inside, you can know
Your prayer is touching God’s spirit
And you can be certain that He is willing
To answer those prayers you’re contemplating
With the promise of a heavenly guide
Who is always by your side!
The Holy Spirit is always
Making intercession for us
Luke 11:13
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?
No human venture reign o'er nature's craft
of snuggled boughs transcend, amid a spawn
quandary mist, ... in its wake afar drawn
out kiss, in dawn's rise, amends of soft draft
weaving loosely, threads strung in an air shaft
that untangles the roundabout, anon
tethering creation, that hope ... is on
horizon's touched beaming flows from life's raft.
A spectrum cast shared wavering, ideal
longing gifts passage designer imprint
patterned tapestry divine, hail freedom
drop spills, lifts splash, sowing ... growing appeal
anticipant, of Heavenly blueprint
came a-calling, was a man called, Adam.
“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I've painted Autumn with burnt umber strokes
and russet leaves as they fell to the ground.
From barren branches of maples and oaks,
an impellent wind blew them all around.
My canvas filled with purple mountain peaks,
gold snow crests shimmering in dawn's first light.
Winter's chill freezes valley streams and creeks,
covering landscapes with quilts, frosted white.
Across green valleys, nature's beauty reigned
as Spring flowers bloomed in colorful hues.
I captured with brush before sunlight waned,
petals of pink, lavender and chartreuse.
Summer days were spent on a sandy shore,
'neath umbrella shade with easel and paint.
Titanium white seagulls, clouds and more.
Nature gifts her splendor without restraint.
July 16, 2022
It's All About Three Q's Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Syllables checked with HMS
They bring me gifts. Leaves, acorns, a flyswatter, mud off their shoes.
With big smiles and a happy attitude, they bring me gifts daily.
Yes, I am talking about the kindergarten students, the happy five’s.
And occasional sixes, who lose their front teeth rather gaily.
They bring me family conversations, and use inflection in their voices.
Now running toward the play dough center in the room’s corner.
They bring me funny stories. I applaud their non-selective choices.
Learning more than a therapist, bartender or beauty shop owner.
I smile all day at their drama, and their clever understated antics.
They have no idea they are hilarious. not realizing their own worth.
Poetry begs to write about them, so of course I comply with happiness.
They are real, honest, hilarious, and full of their own little middle earth.
Poetry Contest: Compounding the Verse
Sponsor: Joseph May
The time was a quarter past half past to twelve
on the second from last day at the beginning of the month
in the year twenty-twenty-soon, and all was quietly loud.
The dancing had only just stopped after a night of sitting still
and food piled up on the empty tables.
Jugglers had danced telling their jokes and magicians sung
their impersonations. People mingled on their own while
loners chatted in small groups of large numbers.
The party was starting just how it had ended
and the guests were now arriving after clearing out slowly;
hangers-on and lingerers had been the first to leave
with late-comers having turned up too early
and many of the uninvited empty-handedly bearing gifts.
It had certainly been a night that day, a party like no other!
I woke with the sun, my heart in a race,
Excitement and dreams written on my face.
Gifts in my hands, love in my sight,
Hoping to make this day feel just right.
I reached early, my nerves all flutter,
The world around us seemed soft as a whisper.
We chased the highway, with nowhere to go,
Just following the sun, letting life flow.
Five hours of drive, laughter in sight,
Moments that made the whole world feel light.
A hill appeared, so calm and so right,
We watched the world embrace in golden light,
And spoke of our dreams, our hearts in a race,
Feeling the magic of that special place.
I gave her the gifts, her eyes sparkled bright,
A pendant, a ring, each catching the light.
In her white dress, like a swan in my eyes,
I knew in that moment, she’d won my life.
On the ride back, the car flying fast,
Taylor Swift playing, memories to last.
Hands held tightly, a kiss in the night,
Stars overhead, our hearts feeling light.
That day etched forever, in laughter and fate,
An unforgettable memory, the very first date.
Constance- a weaver of words- true and fair;
One sharing her heart with passionate care.
Noting deep feelings- life's joy and despair,
Surely portrayed with smooth rhythmical flair-
The gifts of poetic devices declare.
And, nature's beauty, her fine words will share;
Nestled in free-verse or rhymes- surely bare
Colorful imagery beyond compare-
Expressed with her pen- extraordinaire!
February 3, 2021
Premiere Contest: Capture The Essence
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Poet Captured: Constance La France
We can sit and question how everything is this way
We can understand, yet feel powerless every day
We can rant and rave and vent of such things wrong
But, we must not forget, the strength in beauty of a song
The one thing that connects us all, is creativity around
A painting to see, book to read, song to hear, these places,
- meaning and love is found -
It is all miraculous, coming from our soul inside
Words that speak truth, words that can never hide
Feeling something someone said, a dance to a song
Things that heal pain or bring forgiveness for wrong
These gifts and talents, intricately connect us all
Being willing to spread this, helps another not to fall
Everyone has something, to believe, share and give
All it takes is being willing to let yourself live
Heidi Sands
5/26/24
one with the music
a vestibule for magic
love fills the night air
Let my aura deep red spill onto the page,
I an instrument in the name of poetic rage,
L
O
V
EVOL...VES
Into a voice deep and vibrating,
with words feathered and lulling.
We are love...
Love!,
nothing and everything.
With you in the serenity of nothing
that my love is everything.
scampers a bright moon
gifts liquid life a lit view
watch them rendezvous
i wrote you a star covered night
built you a sun with a dimmer light
i turned it down warm and low
called it a moon, made it glow
i rhymed you an early morning hush
so quiet you could hear a person blush
i sketched a fully carpeted globe
dressed it in a thick soft robe
i painted it in greens, blues and a palette full
your own flower garden with no weeds to pull
i sung some words, some harmonized notes
strummed you a new world, one that floats
...a pyramid each and every word, romance...
I
do know
my true love
it will make you
light headed but free.
Space is that way, you know
but you'll adjust. A small price
to pay these days for liberty.
A chance to live in a world of ours,
just us together and lives of all kinds.
Maurice Yvonne