Long Radiance Poems
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Is life itself merely a matter of perspective?
Does cogitation dwarf the poet's reflexive?
If only my words could spread across the paper.
Build a punter world faded from a barren taper.
Has tied together details with his utterance.
This ringed world is bathed in such radiance.
There, as it blazed, the finest fury was sown.
The glories of lofty notions must be shown.
His clever mind shows words to shove.
The fading sun's beams, the genesis of love
Spur one's heart to beat with goodness.
The globe's first torn-and-wrung governess
Or daydreams when yield is in full flow.
The width of this real mental orbit grows.
the same as in this busy, boisterous space.
My mind rises, free of servitude in place.
It might happen with each passing year.
My name, my life, and my manner endear.
And amid the dust of a poet's silent rest,
Maintain contact with the wise and best!
Exert one obedient deed in one fading hour.
Or heal a fading face with a genuine flower.
My lines are fortunate despite a tight scope.
for their nimble date, on the apex and slope.
Still, this verse is my finest leisure option.
It follows a sly path across the attraction.
One time only, deny a brood urge to revive.
Chase only a sigh or lull a worry not alive.
From brick and frame to flowery blitheness.
Our walks have bred humility and forgiveness.
While conversing, I softly stroked your face.
He commands us to protect this holy place!
Written: February 04, 2023
I want to ride a zebra
and race the rays of radiance
through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -
a folly wild - a mood untamed
elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked champagne...
yes! elevate sedate heart rate
I WANT to ride a zebra
stripes yin yang oasis sweet and
whimsy rules a drumroll beat as
gallop sways euphoric roughness
crossing plains of dreamy lushness -
steed’s exotic tender toughness
pacing thrills in state of luscious...
yes! animate to sate my wait
I want to RIDE a zebra
savanna grass a grand expanse
a lion’s roar - hyena's rant
amuse myself with peril’s speed
adventure sows romantic’s seed... so
gestate date with fancy’s fate
YES! I want to ride a Z E B R A !
*** Words Vanish ***
Words vanish!
Disperse — as prayer begun
Moves to clear the mind
And bare the heart,
Swelling the soul to meet Thee
With love…
Sending on high gratitude’s praises,
Pulsing on into silence —
Worshipping in awe of Thee!
By Thy grace
Blessing along Faith’s way
With heavens’ lights leading
Searching souls
Close, ever closer to Thy presence —
Drawn to that touch —
Of communion with Thee!
Yet, prayer in a moment might flee
Back to thought to fruitlessly plea
For the ineffable to reveal
Some phrases of devotion and humility…
From the human to the Holy
…Entering Radiance
Words fail the feelings
Of the soul’s prayerful flight in adoring love
For Thee God…
God alone
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** The words “God Alone” are etched in the stone
above the arched entrance to the Trappist Gethsemani
Monastery in Bardstown, KY, USA (home of Fr. Thomas Merton, teacher, peacemaker, author
of The Seven Storey Mountain, New Seeds of Contemplation, No Man Is an Island, & more.
He also had a great fondness for James Joyce and taught often about poetry. Lectures of his
classes at Gethsemani are widely available on-line.)
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(c) sallyyoung eslinger 9/15/2023
Thanks be to God—-
In a realm of dreams and wonders untold,
A goddess adorned with a crown of gold
Glimmering orbs grace her celestial brow.
Drawing all eyes, mesmerizing somehow.
We gather in awe, astounded, and amazed.
Omnipotent! Just such that, I was utterly dazed.
Swinging and swaying, she dances with grace.
Delighting in the joy of her celestial space.
Her dovetail sweeps through the shimmering air.
Leaving trails of wonder beyond compare.
In this realm of dreams and wonders untold,
She is the embodiment of love; she is so bold.
All is right with the world as she shines.
Her presence, a secret treasure, is divine.
Time abeyance as she graces the skies.
Her love blows in the abyss of the skylight's disguise.
Breathe in deeply; this life is in her touch.
She is the essence of love, so much.
In this realm of dreams and wonders untold,
She captivates hearts, young and auld.
A goddess adorned with a crown of gold
Her radiance is a story yet to be told.
With glimmering orbs gracing her brow,
She illuminates the darkness somehow.
Drawing all in with her mesmerizing aura,
She enchants and enthralls, leaving no one in her lora.
In her presence, we find solace and peace.
As she takes us on a journey, our worries cease.
In the realm of dreams and wonders untold,
She is the beacon of hope and love we behold.
Radiance of life reigns around sweet relationship
offered by the great "I am that I am" Creator
as I yield to Him Who is my sovereign Director
midst blessed fellowship along wondrous worship.
Against suffering gloom of frustration-caused pain
I am bouncing back with hope-lit serenity-glow
revived to bloom along abundant blessings' flow
since the great "I am that I am" grants salvation-gain.
Gripped by "I am the way, the truth and the life" creed
surmounting unbelief's stroke that attacks the heart
triumphantly prevailing over weakness' dart
I am keeping the faith, shining with love and kindness' deed.
—When the Last Tear Remembers the First Star—
When grief came barefoot through the corridors of night,
And briny traitors rose from the caverns of my despair,
They bore the ancient verdict written against the light,
That clay must bow when storms have stripped it bare;
Yet beneath the ruins of all I had known as me,
A small forgotten door opened into memory.
For years I wore a kingdom forged of silent pride,
A crown of iron placed upon a trembling head,
And hid the rivers that moved beneath the tide,
Lest they reveal the fragile country where I bled;
I called my tears a weakness unworthy of my name,
While my own heart burned quietly without flame.
Then came those salt-winged strangers from the deep,
Those pale ambassadors of sorrow’s oldest sea,
Who entered where the buried wounds of childhood sleep,
And whispered that even mountains fall eventually;
But when their waters gathered upon my sight,
I closed my eyes and walked beyond the night.
I returned to afternoons of unmeasured gold,
Where dust rose softly beneath our running feet,
Where a little universe of laughter could unfold,
And rain would crown the lanes we called complete;
There, beneath a sky no sorrow had yet scarred,
A nameless radiance waited in the backyard.
No throne, no armour, no forgotten vow remained,
Only the wind, the earth, the voices left behind,
The old familiar paths where innocence had rained,
And a vanished constellation blooming in my mind;
Then every salt-born river descending from my eyes
Turned into trembling jewels across the sable skies.
I knew not whether the heavens had bent to me,
Or whether I had finally learned the heavens’ tongue;
For grief was no longer the grave it seemed to be,
But the first dark soil where hidden stars were sprung;
And the thing I had feared as my deepest scar
Was carrying within it the memory of Diamond—the star.
Now when those briny heralds return once more,
And knock upon the chambers of my mortal frame,
I welcome the tide that once I called a war,
For it arrives bearing no defeat, nor shame;
And somewhere beyond the silence where all tears are done,
A diamond still trembles—the first light of the sun.
Aesthetic things bestow us lasting satiety.
as time oozes, its beauty only widens
dwindling in a jolt, yet prevailing to arise
a calm haven for us to unwind our soul
the sheen of opalescence is a dream.
I adore you the way cliffs love streams.
savoring soulful waves and breathing bliss,
as the earth basks in the sun's golden glow.
Wanderlust's wild whimsy wanders as a weapon.
There wasn't a single instance.
much before I knew it was you.
a single person who has made a major sync.
the quiet moment when you're in tune with me,
postulating that a bettor is on the way.
I searched high and low for my true love.
in search of the snail shell's sparkles
with a shallow inner happiness wonder
But, as wilted flowers, they faded quickly.
Affection is in the air, the paintbrush is lovely,
You're the bird who agrees to join me on my love flight.
Its powerful wings let it fly afar in the sky.
Not a single day passed with no action.
Before I was apodictic you were my beam,
luminosity washed across my existence.
I was terrified of drowning.
I swam in the warmth of love.
But the horrific lies kept piling up.
It suffocated my genuine desires.
With the wind whispering sweetly,
When will the sun shine again, my love?
Will it spill its molten compassion on both of us?
Why I must face this dark place on my own?
Is my affection for you overwhelming?
Silken grazing artistry and moonlit radiance
spark a desire for vivid colors and brightness.
Invigorated and upbeat feelings are present.
prior to the designer's luscious palette fading
Allow the moments to pass you by as streams.
My feelings for you are eternal.
the veracity of an emotion that is special.
Assuredness, mutuality, and the realization of a wish
I wish to never suffer a day away from you!
Written: January 27, 2023
Upto You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A crystal vase, a bunch of withering Roses.
... it’s almost a week....
My friend congratulated me on publishing a book,
by bringing ravishing red flowers.
closed my eyes in a reverie ~ took the longest breath ~
inhaled the fragrance floating all around me ~ imbibed the radiance of the gleaming red ~ indulged in the memories of love ~
.....As long as I could.
Gradually those Roses losing their enchanting sheen,
Their unique lustre and hue diminishing,
Some dried, parched petals already hopelessly crumbled on the hard floor,
fading, shrivelling, drooping, descending.
My heart aching mournfully to see them decline and fall,
......Who can stop the inevitable!
One by one - those flowers will lose their shimmering petals,
only the stems remain reminding of the brilliant past,
in the end - they are painfully reminiscent of the decay of a sublime beauty,
ending up being cruelly discarded, crushed,
.....thrown away with little regard.
Life, a meandering river ~
full of possibilities, dreams infinite, also painful memories -
Wish we could hold on to the exuberant flavour of a fragile life,
An incense burns to exude aroma until only the ash remains...
Dreams don’t wilt....
But Happiness fades away before we know it!
November 2, 2020
For Ambedo Poetry Contest (Placed Second)
Sponsor: Silent One
Good Morning, Mister Sun! How I cherish thy warm embrace,
And the gentle touch of thy radiance as you caress my eager face!
May few clouds dim your majesty as you traverse the pristine sky!
We're blessed with thy life-sustaining rays streaming from on high!
Oft' I've pondered how many times you've ascended in the east
And descended in the west! Must be trillions of times to say the least!
Ah, the many things you have witnessed since the genesis of time!
Love, strife, life itself - more than this mere poet could e'er put to rhyme!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Love lives in silence, it makes us feel all the words inside us.
Words are like swords, they brew in silence, lifting us to a place that can make us feel heard.
Silence is a blessing at times; it clears the mind making us feel kind and helps us unwind.
In silence we can think of times we made others have fear, leading them to silence, and having to run in fear.
Like being in a fast, silence can purifies us, making clear all that we love and hold dear.
Silence times remind us that love is always near and always cares.
Silence can make us see things clear, making us learn how to walk with patience and care.
Love and silence are a blessing; we should all remember times when we learned how to feel better by clearing our mind with sitting in prayers.
Sometimes silence is pain, because we learn that others are just fake and have no real love for us, not even a word to show they care.
Yes, some lack care, and will not even show any sign of remorse, not a word, not a tear, leading us to understand.
I sat in the garden and heard the flowers; they were smiling with love and radiance.
They all sang silently of love, by moving and being present in all of our love.
They felt the sun hit their petals and took in all the love from above, and love from us.
Reminds me of our garden we built so beautifully, filled with love and care, to make us feel cheer.
Each flower sitting so beautifully, loved so much, cared for with love and patience, making us feel so wonderfully here.
Each flower so lovely, so happy, they give me so much love I can feel, makes me want to send each one a special cheer.
Remembering God, and all our lessons, of love and life, as we grow and learn each day.
Lifting prayers today for all of our blessing, the ones we see, the ones we want, the ones that are always in our heart.