Long Rapture Poems
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Silent thunder borne of bliss ignition
The currents within, joyfully caper
Open secret of stillness in motion
Divine aligned, we need no translator
Sound of one hand clapping, dark void conquers
Our consciousness, joyous in cessation
Pure of heart, behold the play in wonder
Silent thunder borne of bliss ignition
It all begins with the divine union
Head and heart merge with unreserved candour
Manifesting in heart, an explosion
The currents within, joyfully caper
One with oneness, we are thus singular
Devoid of all sense of separation
Questions cease, as we become the answer
Open secret of stillness in motion
Upon mind body vaporisation
Narrow desires fade, as also all fear
With voice of conscience, in resonation
Divine aligned, we need no translator
Ego is but a mere caricature
Our true self enabled for co-creation
Whilst throbbing in unending bliss rapture
Cognise in our vibrant meditation
Silent thunder
04-January-2021
When I began college I did not know
where it would take me or where I would go.
I happened to choose an anthropology course
trying to see the different sides of humanity's source.
Social, Cultural, and Physical Anthropology
could hold no candle to the rapture of Archeology.
When you've been digging in the ground and know
others were standing in that spot thousands of years ago.
Then as you shave a layer of dirt so thin
finding an arrowhead, spear point, or just a bead to begin.
Oh, the thrill of seeing that small piece of the past
makes one introspective of how long things can last.
It was a blessing and a curse I will sometimes mull
the day that I cut through the top of someone's buried skull.
An unknown being thousands of years from the past
had by my handiwork been uncovered at last.
A person who had lived in a different period and age
whose knowledge I sought so to make men more sage.
It was still in the ground where it had been since death
having not seen light again or able to take a breath.
Things in my life never seemed right after that time
until the curse and blessing could combine in this rhyme.
For my penance of bringing that poor soul to light
it was predestined that my calling would be to write.
It was not fear or courage that brought me then
but the ethereal hand of an ancient soul that brought me the pen.
Why was I chosen to write of this now
having no knowledge of the why or how?
These are questions I have asked myself many times
when I hear the wind softly speaking to me in its chimes.
I only know that it was something I must do
to try to soothe my soul by relating this all to you.
Still, I do not know if it is the balm
that will heal my soul and let it be calm.
I’ll be leaving soon
Smile my departure looms
No worries I’ll be leaving soon
For those who’s problems lie not with me
I apologize
Sometimes I drear a softer touch will shadow down and kiss thee
My correspondence toward the acts of others within due
Time murders my want
My need to find places of better to pursue
Forgive me, for in this weather my thoughts lure
I look at things like the Virginia tech massacre
Incidents you all refer to as tragedies
A day before, my love tear, as nothing became of her
We smile when the days bring happiness
Yet we allude to shadows as the balance sways
If I could bring myself to a time that I sat and laughed with stress
I would no longer pray to fade along with the days of May
I nod my thoughts as I realize
Those poor souls are no longer cursed to witness our rapture
Becoming phantoms to this world’s only capture
Autumn lingers
Once more my soul becomes a singer
Amongst my peers, I worry, never to mingle
You all fear the days end
As I remain darkened
In these shades of grey you hope to suspend
Got the feeling I’ll be leaving soon
Smile my departure looms
No worries I’ll be leaving soon
For those of you whom dare to remove my presence
I will simply leave
Form:
PASTING PASSION ON PANORAMA
I love to see my most precious pearly passion
to be close to you
reflected in Nature with rapture.
Watching frigid fountain from rigid mountain cascading in opulence
splashing, thrashing, gurgling on pebbles rumbling.
Golden yellow sunflower blooms blossoms frolic cheerful
smiles at Sun, nods head, greets butterfly to kiss.
Darling! We exchange delighted glances, playing with restless fingers.
Sweetest kiss, the best award on closest amorous touch.
Roaming on romantic aroma in rim of stream of dream.
Our whispers harmonizing on rustle of leaves and murmur of breeze.
Dear, you are dear gem: Light of my mind not light but bright to reflect.
Prompt hesitant imprisoned feelings fly free on outdoor romance.
Feel sole desire of my soul: Fill your heart: Don’t hurt my ego.
Bubbling blood in flood troubling wobbling heart n trembling pulses.
Present pleasure drops like dew drops as present on rose petals.
Loitering in garden of Eden, I wish to wander like Romeo.
My emerald emotion, crimson passion, lavender love adorns you in elegance.
I know, I love you most and I love most to know you.
I long to live for you and determined to die for you.
My lust ablaze on flame in cool calm quiet ambient.
Sheen Sun seen to shine, sure to set on same schedule
with promise of rise on next dawn with vivacious vigor: No surprise.
My passion for you is blended in Joy of Nature.
09/11/18
Contest by Regina McIntosh
Written a ton of poems
Many of them silly, many about love
Have decades of experience
But the love I'm feeling now
Surpasses any I have ever experienced before
In my whole entire life
Free of encumbrances or prejudices
Finally able to just let the love flow
And where it stops, is where it stops
My heart explodes with excitement
The thought that after all these many years
I have finally found the one
That special someone with the heart of an angel
The soul of the most precious being
I have ever had the pleasure to know
I call her my love, my absolute treasure
I'm on top of love's mountain
Way up high feeling the fresh waves of love
Engulf me with a rapture sublime
Writing poetry brings out my deepest feelings
Feelings I have never ever felt before
Even after all these many years
At 89, I'm still learning how to love
I have many happy memories of my yesterday life,
I made up stories about my dreams and finding love;
Playing make-believe was something I was happy to do,
I could do that for hours and hours and hours.
Father made me a table and chairs for tea parties,
Grandma gave me her old clothes and old jewels;
Mother said, "that girl sure can tell stories and stories,"
And I did tell stories of finding my true love.
Oh yes, I dreamt of meeting my prince charming,
And I did, the moment I saw him I knew true love;
My heart and soul are his forever and for all eternity,
Our love is like a stream that goes on and on.
At first, we both had great fear and hesitation,
I thought how can this be, "is it but a dream;"
Will it last or will it die like a flower in a storm,
But our new love was deep and grew in time.
His hand in mine brought me love and tranquility,
I would tell him stories of my childhood dreams;
And he would listen for hours and hours and hours,
And he would tell me his stories, as well.
Oh yes, I dreamt of meeting my prince charming,
And I did, the moment I saw him I knew true love;
My heart and soul are his forever and for all eternity,
A touch, would put us in the mood for love.
He was my lover, my friend and my protector,
We could talk for hours or lay together in silence;
His touch was rapture and our love was magical,
But the Lord had another destiny for my prince.
My heart and soul are his forever and for all eternity,
Although he dwells with the Lord above.
________________________
November 22, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/My Prince Charming
Copyright Protected, ID 15-728-715-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, In The Mood For Love,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Third Place
free from thought
at peace just sitting
unfocused our gaze
bliss rapture rises
even as we laze
the Bindu chakra
expands its domain
the energy grid looping form
acts as a seamless whole
conjuring a bliss storm
the head ovoid glistens
an energy band encircles the chest
tingle at palms is mirrored at our feet
what is there to search or seek
when we are bliss replete
space has a rapid blink rate
revealing clearly the light of heaven
we remain in the zone for several hours
perfect stillness time stretched peace
wherein formless presence flowers
our head ovoid
is capped by God’s hand
each node in form shines like a star
Divine Mother plays music within
on spine’s 33 stringed sitar
H-appiness is here for you
A-ugust fourth sunny day;
I-nspiring words from friends
Z-ealously take the pain away.
E-cstasy is here for you, yearning to stay for long;
L-oneliness and sorrow shall go to where they belong.
L-et the rapture remain,
L-et the pleasure play its role;
O-ne occasion of great joy
R-eaches our common goal.
E-ver delightful birth day
N-ever fails to entertain,
T-he event shall overcome
E-ither earthquake or rain.
M-ake this celebration
O-ffer a million mirth;
N-ice lights bring brightness
T-o the day of your birth.
E-ndless blessings from God give gladness so true;
S-eventh heaven you really feel, happiness is here for you.
Hidden Agenda
Fighting hard to maintain
Instigating while, hesitating on that last breath, on that last breeze.
Taking all things with ease
Thought of as a dream lost in a tease
Staring in to the depth of the night skies
Where there is no time for disguise or sleep
Man eyes creep, others crawl.
How steep is the climb.
Sublime is how it felt when moving in stealth, chasing the dream of wealth
Flying high above the clouds, like a trustee of adjudication.
Encompassed by that fascination of procrastination when falling to the ground in defeat. Please, place a blockade on this terror. Lost souls, but still so much to gain.
Slain in its rapture of pain. Wondering was it all left to chance or lost in vain.
Hidden in plain visual sense. Now lets commence and forget about the suspense.
It's here!
Darius Howard
"Crazy in the Time of Covid"
“You’re crazy” he said
“Is that code?” nonchalantly, she replied
“Not when you have your hands tied”, he cried
Cabin Fever had well and truly set in…
“If you are a good special agent”, she grinned
“I’ll untie your hands, you can do some callisthenics
and practice your covert moves on the floor
...with some smooth dancin’ “
Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe
at KAOS H.Q. in a room with spectacular views
99 was dispatching assignments to the very brave few
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
The Dossier:
"We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive...
and part of the living, incarnate cosmos."
D. H. Lawrence
"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins,
we start to build up new little habitats,
to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen."
D.H. Lawrence
....We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.