Long Invigorated Poems
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All a bunch of star performers
Each in our own little way
Presenting a different slant on life
With little or lots to say!
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We post a bunch of our latest gems
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Of praise for our masterpiece
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A reason to greet every day
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Almost nine times out of every ten
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You'll walk around the rest of the day
Feeling invigorated and so alive!
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© Jack Ellison 2013
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
Amber fluids streaming from the light of a Universal Creator
we are the flickering candles of His sacred Temple , His joy
Inside the breath we find our being and in deepest thought,
we discover our true selves;
Nestled in the center of our Universe we co-exist together,
joining forces with nature, we become mountains of strength,
and oceans of compassion;
Angels of altitude descend to earth, to anoint those who
have not yet felt the love of a mother or father...
They are Saintly treasures, unequaled to humans
residing in the inner walls of this beautiful world;
Their motivator wings enclose us with such strength,
that we feel safe and nurtured like a babe in warm waters.
Manipulating light they warm the relic of our souls,
bringing out the heirlooms of our Spirit and breath.
Close your eyes and float softly towards the softening,
polishing their golden trumpets they begin to bring
us closer to the traveler that we are, pulsing with heat,
invigorated by the journey, you are now the heart beat
In your chest, you feel warm, and filled with love.
Namaste
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
I felt the loss of myself as the dark hours passed
Will this wanting ever end, how could I let it start
You were so clever slowly breaking me part by part
Brief moments of euphoria that never seem to last
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
Now I’m a donkey and for a carrot I’ll pull the cart
Slave to a cruel master and forever I will be outcast
Will this wanting ever end, how could I let it start
A wise fool I am, confessing myself I’m so smart
Foolishness displayed by the useless questions I ask
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
If you’re confessing your weakness, I’ll cast a dart
You feel the sting, and my words make you aghast
Will this wanting end, how could I let is even start
You want reality to be one glorious work of art
Out of that, only shame and regret have amassed
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
Will this wanting ever end, how could I let it start
As stated this was inspired by Denise Narayadu's poem. Denise is a wonderful poet who's work I recently discovered, she's gaining momentum quickly.
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From folks of every nation!
All a bunch of star performers
Each in our own little way
Presenting a different slant on life
With lots or little to say!
There's never discrimination here
Joined to have some fun
We post some of our latest gems
See what others have done!
Most times we get glowing words
Of praise for our masterpiece
Of course, we surely return the favor
With a seven star rating at least!
It gives us sensitive older folks
A reason to greet every day
Go straight to our old loyal computers
Reading what peeps have to say!
Bout nine times out of every ten
Reviews will be at least a five
You'll walk around the rest of the day
Feeling invigorated and so alive!
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With cheers and adulation
Poets enjoy this constant praise
From folks of every nation!
In the ebb and flow of feelings that is the cycle of my life
I seem to be caught in the spring of my emotions
while winter stalls refusing to take its leave.
Like a bad virus insisting to overstay its welcome
tenacious snow lingers under unrelenting skies of grey
while nippy winds bring rebel clouds and showers.
Entangled in that indecisive in-between of cold and warmth
I’m caught in a no-man’s-land of chrysalid and growth
that ominous period of longing avidly for better climes.
Forever craving the sunshine that would feed my soul
I’m reduced to a withered rosebud desperate for any ray of sun
so I can come to life and feel invigorated.
And so it goes as I ride this roller coaster
of the weather of my emotions.
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason
Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So absented from every winter irritation
The orchestrated plants unite drinking along nature’s everlasting cup,
Invigorated refreshed, outdoor rains unbidden now and so equip spring’s irrigations
Now offering beautiful uniformity, colours ablaze ferociously
Ever changing illusions painting over the untamed soil
All struggling evermore to imitate natures ordered ways
Unbeatable colours abound, Mother Earth delights in toil
Overlong tall upright grasses allow seeds easy dispersal
Insects dancing on flowers undulating formations.
Accustomed we ever become inclined to ogle things universal
Nature abounds with ever more interesting luscious opulent flirtations
Untold species all working ever closer in harmonious obligation
So unlocking faces all smiling even now in sunbathed oblations still unseen
Yet authenticating spring, escaping winter in fulfilling overall nature’s unification.
© ~GG~ 22/03/2013
Competition Entry
GUESTS OF EMBERA DRUA
We are guests in this village on the Chagris River shore.
Tribe members of Embera Drua twist palms of Panama -
embrace us each, with this wreath of scented flora,
language barriers break down with food and dance.
In this jungle we’ve no need to be formal in dress,
the natives share achiote seeds to redden my lips and cheeks.
And fresh coconut chased down with sips of sugar cane,
plenteous Panamanian fruit, hot lunch served in banana leaves.
Before we position our eyes upon the treasured trades
we are invited to join them for some entertainment.
Our acquaintances in tribal wear, write lyrics upon
their dirt floor ballroom, with calloused feet.
Dressed in paloma skirt and cotton taparabo, men and women
invite tourists to dance with them, as drums pulse and flutes charm.
We will remember the stilted homes of our friends,
dogs lazing underneath the floor, abundance of fruit trees,
a school in development so students can remain with parents
instead of placing sandals upon feet and leaving their family home.
Our dugout canoe glides back to the shore of lily pads,
we swim with invigorated thoughts and gladness.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Captured, beautiful thoughts
indescribable, breathtaking
indelibly branded to mind
enduring, unfaded
carefree summer days
swimming the cobalt ocean wilderness
rainbow fish, bioluminescent
purple, pink, orange coral cays
shimmering crystal waters
invigorated youth
heart skipping beats
crushing on you, following around
tantalizing flames lick along
my mind as I think of before
to one perfect day, a smile
that easy going laugh
you were magnificent
lightning struck my cautious mind
in that moment, I knew
my life would change forever
you were the one
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams cadenced
with rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal,
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
by the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze to emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness,
the sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to void oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…