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(Constanza Poetry Form)
The Nativity
We first hailed the Nativity
To honour birth of the Lord`s Son
During a cold winter season
With a deep sense of piety
When all the world was in delight
At the Messiah`s divine sight,
When stars of creativity
Were shining bright at midst of night
As tokens of His Son`s birthright
And shepherds flocked to to the Mighty
To greet the only son of God
To the full best they could afford
With white wreaths of sincerity
To thank the Lord for the Shepherd
To lead followers to the shed;
We first hailed the Nativity
With a deep sense of piety
When stars of creativity
And shepherds flocked to the Mighty
With white wreaths of sincerity.
Hands of the piety
Phalanges of work and charity
Driven to spearhead not stoop
Enliven and share not droop
Fingers we dip on stoupe
Churches of the holy in troop
Our faith we lathe with pride
Strongly we hold not stride
Images we fond and draw
Murals we touch like straw
Gentleness in open hands we pave
Roughness in helping hands we stave
Our works and thoughts are one
Over thorns and bouts of man
Skins and colors of faith
Fins and winged colors of the laith
You are a work of art
Embellished with paints of heart
Filled with a well of hope
Influx of worth in the hull of rope
Ropes are extensions of hope that purport
Strengthened by faith and hands of support
Constanza Poetry Form
Nativity in Piety
We first hailed the Nativity
To greet birth of His Unique Son
During a cold snow-capped season,
During a night of piety
When all the world was in delight
At the Messiah`s divine sight,
When stars of creativity
Were shining bright at midst of night
As tokens of their own birthright
As shepherds flocked to the Mighty
To laud the Sublime Son of God
To the best they could afford
With wreaths of sincerity
To thank the Lord for the Shepherd
Who would lead them to rightful shed.
We first hailed the Nativity
During a night of piety
When stars of creativity
And shepherds flocked to the Mighty
With wreaths of sincerity.
Upon the podium I stand
A sea of faces before me
Their eyes reflecting glassy expectancy
My lips quiver knees buckle
As I bow
The principal smiles
Sunbeams clutch at the words I speak
Transmitting them to eager ears
Words splinter against vibrating drums
With piety valor pride and joy
I praise the graduates of June '99
Well done my friends be strong be bold
In the face of uncertain times
Black tassels dance
Blackbirds soar into a vivid sunset
Parchment scrolls rustle
Stirred by a mischievious breeze
A slow smile curls my lips
Take a bow I urge
Graduating class of June '99
The Night of Nativity
On the night of Nativity
Of the Lord`s Only Divine Son
Let`s in the depth of piety
Chant hymns of His Sublime Son;
On the night of Nativity
Let bells chime atop all churches
With rings of creativity
And no-one be left in the lurch;
On the night of Nativity
Let love and peace extend afar
With a white sign of purity
Like the bright shining Northern Star;
On the night of Nativity
Let`s all thank the Graceful Lord
And span faith in the Trinity
To the best we can afford.
On this night of nativity
Let` s mark it as a divine night
When shining stars of sanctity
Blaze the sky with its sublime light.
In my journey across the plain plateau of life,
stalled in the undulating landscape,
the course of the designated track
as ordained, I don’t lose.
The hazards on the way,
paving the path of protection,
I could follow and escape to safety,
as I walk toward the final destination.
I don’t believe in what is said
with dubious authority
that the genes control life's pace,
and the free will is the prime driver.
Configuring the essence of the motif,
designed by the supreme architect,
I feel the surge of divine ecstasy
flow with the sense of sacred fulfillment
in the stream of enlightened existence.
In the wilderness of torment
my secluded soul is not a forlorn bird ,
for I can suffuse my stifled being
with the heavenly breath,
realizing the cyclic karmic fate
of being what I’m meant to be,
that God predetermines
in a blink between life and death.
Released from the fold of sense-response
my anguished mind ever content,
lies still in meditative tranquility
of devout mindfulness of piety.
At the end of the mortal dark tunnel
I find the guiding light of godly galaxy,
where the devoted life reaches
the stratum of consciousness.
I travel within through the corridor of agony
to the boundless sea of bliss,
where I swim sanctified
with my soul floating free
on the crest of spiritual wave.
I see the serene shore of nirvana
waiting beyond the crashing tides of time
as my ultimate abode.
Blessed, and illumined by divine radiance
I perceive in the shadow of qualm
the reflection of His benevolence within me.
The Alchemist sat on his chair
Fingering the gold dust
Black curls were his hair
And golden chain on his bust
Churchman, countryman, cityman
Alll around him sat
The lady holding dainty fan
Was on the conermost mat
Greed and lust they had in them
Begging services of this immortal
From corners of the world they had come
Seeking the way thru the portal
The Alchemist's aura of festivity
His talk of astronomy
False piety,humility and simplicity
Made the mortal look pretty mighty
Strange curses with mineral physics
Turning base metals into riches
He seemed an awesome psychic
Tightening his clutches
Poor mortals blinded by want
In him saw divine perfection
With powerful exilir he would taunt
To keep their souls from breeding affections.
Form:
The offspring of a demonic creature and a mage
Attempting to stop doomsday predictions, judge:
In a dissent to paradise, the proper arm of doom
Such a young child is guided by his pastry loom.
Brought into the world from the hellish recess.
which he will twice reconsider and reassess!
a position of respect and honor in society.
He is emphatically worthy of godliness and piety!
Demons, skeletons, specters, and eidolons
Both holy and profane matters must be dealt on.
He is currently in office and is an honorable man.
shielded by the colossal force of his clan!
Both his wrap and cord might serve as storage.
to counteract his penchant for the dark judge.
not to recognize that they were unsuccessful.
He might instantly intend for the neck, dreadful!
Rasputin, Ogdru-Jahad, as well as Baba Yaga
It's a few of the evils he may face in this saga.
Alias of the fanciful hero Hellboy is Anung Rama,
who appeared across several eponymous enigmas.
Written: April 04, 2023
The Women of Hellboy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Written: January 04, 2025 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
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Our peaceful place is a serene stillness,
Freed of a firm grasp of the familiar isthmus.
No steered ambit, no behests to satiate,
No truncated quest, or toils for tribal vitiate.
Sepia slate chutzpah, the soul's shining spark,
Diaphanous slivers and mullions pinpoint its stark.
Life lingers as leaping strides send quads convulsions,
A ceaseless cascade, a haunting mix of red, casts visions.
In the serene sanctuary, spirits shall plane,
Freed from the fetters of borrowed strain.
A stream surges, unscathed by dim schemes,
Radiating tinsel, reflecting radiant gleams.
Bathed in moonbeams, velvet drapes create a pearly gleam,
Amid enticing melody, toads hatched a fantastic dream.
This tale, a paper-thin silken gown of a gliding string,
A seed root segment fixed to the probe, splendidly cling.
Like leaves rowdy from autumn's fickle breath,
We shed imposed beliefs, escape false death.
Roots reach deep where truth alone can mend,
Untouched by fears that others' wills may send.
No nagging neuroses of self-control and vanity,
Gleefully fair breathing, obnoxious bully of inanity.
Liberated from loads, major culprits in building tension,
Unbridled, freed seaworthiness of untested dissension.
A quiet loot, winning gentleness upon a serene face,
Liberty lolls, luster trails hemmed in balsam firs and grace.
No view marred, no stance clutched, just paideia and piety,
Simply splendid, no spiders in their webs or anxiety.
Guarded by towering hills on the East
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell
That lulls the restless waves to sleep,
There is a land, my land of green vegetation
Nestled among palm trees and paddy fields.
Oh! I am in love with this narrow strip of land
Of rugged hills and meandering rivers
Of placid backwaters and blue skies
Of gibbering monkeys and singing cuckoos
What rich diversity you graciously provide
A land dotted with temples, churches and mosques
Where Hindus, Christians and Muslims cohabit
Where diversity flows through her arteries
And unity beats through her throbbing heart
Here souls dance to the timeless rhythm of music
Of diverse genres, vocal and instrumental
Classical and folk, sung either as solo or in groups
With the accompaniment of (2) 'veena',(3) 'tanpura' and violin
Their varying pitches beautifully synchronized!
In the serene dawns and dusky evenings
The atmosphere gets abuzz with the soft strains
Of (1) ‘Sopana Sangeetham’, the ethnic music of Kerala,
It comes floating from inside the Hindu shrines
Flooding soul’s enchanted shores,
And opening the floodgates of piety
In healing murmurs and throbbing notes,
As the symphony builds up its circuitous round
It descends down as a stream of blessing
Drenching devotees in its moistening sweetness
Like the drizzle of dew drops from heaven
Making hearts ride in the palanquin of joy!
May.21.2023
If your Birthplace- Country was a Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Anoucheka Gangabissoon
This poem is about Kerala, a small state in India, which is my birthplace and its geography and culture.
1.Sopana Sangeetham is a form of Indian Classical music, developed in the temples of Kerala. It is sung, sitting by the holy steps leading to the sanctum sanctorum of a shrine.
2.Veena- a stringed musical instrument, one of the oldest of Indian musical tradition, played sitting cross legged, capable of producing all oscillations of Carnatic music
3. Tanpura- a drone instrument of Indian origin used mainly in a concert of classical music, creating a melodic background, but not a melody.