Long Raptures Poems
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The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are just their harbouring hosts as each other they seek
No longer tears of pain - but instead ‘Tears of Soulful Joy’
Into my open mouth trickle as they stream down my face
Happiness surpassing all bounds - exquisite is its taste
Priceless in their worth - no remorse will ever take its place
Awakened memories of when our souls did first connect
A Metaphysical Truth - A Bonding - Life’s Mystery
The feeling of De’ja’vu - halted in its stride - Time stood still
A beacon of blinding light that streaked from you to me
I would sense you anywhere – for you are my Soul Mate
Connected at Soul level to this physical state
I believe once you have truly connected so deeply
Love is sealed forever - now and through all eternity
The surging power emanating between us so searing and intense
Beyond analysing - beyond laws of gravity - beyond making sense
~'Soul Mates interwoven through space and time
Singing their divine union in verse sublime'~
Above couplet contributed with thanks - by ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
An extract poem from ‘Memories series’ - 'Unchained - Episode 8'
Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
chirpy echo squeak,
from red-wing blackbird,
a fragile wafer tin threshold,
golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds,
evanescent saline grain haze,
azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
clamshell pearl strewn oyster,
oddments interspersed,
on pockmark sandstone beach,
iridescent canopy of nature trail,
awaits the first blush pilgrim,
who revels in luscious glimpses,
and sumptuous earworm madrigal,
a tantalizing world so close,
glad tiding raptures,
from the camper awakened,
coffee caper bean whiff aromatic,
quencher of dust road harsh throat,
splatter free rapeseed oil,
daub on an iron pan,
wild howl from prehistoric wolf,
so quaint in its primal sweep,
hair-raising backdrop to stir fry meal,
tinplate dollop sated hunger
Rhythms and Rubble Contest 7-29-26
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One White Rose Reverie
I wander deep into argent airs,
Ascending anthems birthed in alabaster,
Into the incandescent magic
Of one white rose
Clothed in creamy flesh
Christened with dewdrops like moonstones
Swirling with ivory measures of bewitched fire.
Spellbound I sink bewitched
Into an ark of opalescent oratorios
Drawn into a pale chrysalis
Colored by the colors of first-born grace
In hues of stardust
And the litter of moonbeams
The cool touch of a snowy white kiss.
Ecstasy drips in reveries from ivory petals
Where I take my first breath
In the melodic meter
Of her delicate rhythms and rhythmic rhymes
Her perfume enchanting my crystal cradle
Rocking on webs woven
In lilting lyrics of luminescence.
I revel in the summer’s birthstone
That glows like moon drops
In her siren’s silver call to serenity’s stanzas
Sung in ephemeral moonlight,
Caught like a jeweled enigma,
The rose reflects light and shadows
In my summer’s sweetest slumbers.
Gathered into a bouquet of one
She wears a stainless face of grace,
And leaves a snow-white kiss
In my midnight rhapsodies and raptures
Melodic maiden sprinkles crystal rose dust
In concerts of preludes – prophecies waiting to bloom –
And her chaste carols sung upon her strong stem.
Heart of Seduction
A very kind heart,
And unique style,
Deep eyes and
Charming smile,
Wasn't that enough
To lure and entice ?
You laid a conquest,
Evoked desires,
An eerie power
Ravished the eyes
And seduced my soul,
Settled all scores ?
Solicitude is the end,
Laughter died away,
Tears glittered in eyes,
As dark stars in stormy sky,
A lonely heart,
And barren thoughts,
A hope still awaits,
That dissevers the pain,
And to be in raptures,
Listen to sweet music,
Let brilliant colours fill,
And add an elated bliss!
Come as the winds come,
When Forests are rended !
Written October 12th, 2014
For contest 'Heart of seduction' by Justin Bordner
Awarded HM
Dream Weaver
The weaver sits before the threshold of the daystar
Upon a carpet dyed in ebony spread across an alabaster porch,
Hidden by a cape of ivory shimmers,
In between twilight’s caress and the palest blush of dawn,
To gather from the floor of slumber’s tent, and far pavilions,
Starlight threads of lacy midnight raptures
And cobwebs mystery floating through deep scars of laughter
Before the matins glowing door calls sleepers come away
From silent symphonies of solitude
Or whispering shivers of echoes returning
To scatter remnants of midnight dances
When the weaver’s hand swiftly guides the flying shuttle
To bind the fragile luminescent strands -
Silver silent tears next to mornings’ strong resolve,
New hope in borning green,
White hot strands - convictions passion -
Bound forever next to nightmares, braided chords of shimmery,
Dark secrets spoken only in between chords of sunlit days
Rosy remembrance woven overall
With light speed pushing warp and woof pulling tangled dreams apart
Forever woven into midnight’s mantle of translucent silken patterns
Worn closest to the spirit’s metaphor,
Light as cloud ships on a summer wind song
Bold and strong as visionary glimpses of eternity,
In flowing rhythms and textures irony emerging
Worn upon the mantle’s visage,
A maze of multi-colored hues scattered through the cloth -
A pattern of the mystic scheme –
A portrait of the soul emerging
From the weaver waiting at the threshold
Of the silver dawning sunset, reflections faithful servant,
Eternal guardian of the misty portico
Where the weary pilgrim passes on the twilight breezes
Welcomed as a child bringing home garlands woven in the sunlight,
Wreaths of memory crowning time,
Carrying in their hands brilliant threads to bind -
To rest again in the lullaby of stillness
While the weaver listens to the humming
Of sweet slumber’s singing loom
To weave a cloth of dreams.
I stand at the bank of the river
where my father used to come,
Twilight brings him here,
He stands and watches,
Lost in the ambience,
Embraced by a presence,
He didn’t bother if I stared at him,
Or if I was engulfed with fear,
It was a refreshing time for him,
He beamed with an unusual light,
Endowed with a rare sight,
He always left inspired,
Armoured for the treasure he aspired.
I stand at the bank of the river
where my father’s feet stood in days gone past,
Where he stood like a mast,
Twilight chauffeurs me here,
I’m eased off the day's travails,
complexities and perplexities,
Hope swallows my unanswered questions,
I’m strengthened for the miles ahead,
Even though gloom still has its bed.
I stand at the bank of the river
where my father was inspired to write,
Where he was motivated to stand and fight,
All that saddled and perplexed,
He sojourned, conquered and returned,
Until the last mile.
I stand at the bank of the river
where my inspiration raptures from the rind,
I’m invigorated to find,
All my heart desires,
All mind aspires.
I stand at the bank of the river
where my midnight brings no fever.
March 20, 2023.
Still small hours
Morning delights;
Breath of fresh air
A touch stirs
I awake to awareness:
A fond embrace
Joy in your eyes
Touch beyond time;
Rapture in a moment
What a blessing
To be aware of love:
Lovely eyes follow
Joy is feeling
Belonging and giving;
Sparkle at love's altar
Each day a gift
Of love and loving;
Laughter in your eyes
Thank you dear Ann:
Love of my life
Laughter of my days
So many years
Signposts and raptures;
Four decades two-gather
Class of '75
Seemed just a flash;
Hindsight feels nostalgia
Life's a short summer
We're mere flowers;
Love lives forever
So here we go
Hand in hand;
One whole in twin hearts
Leon Enriquez
22 Feb 2014
Singapore
AS BEAUTIFUL AS II*
(We are all created as beautiful as…)
1.
As beautiful as the light that raptures at dawn
And the gentle caress of the morning’s breeze
As beautiful as the melody of a bird’s early song
And a flower’s perfume that scents with ease
2.
As beautiful as the mountains that pierce through the sky
And the clothed in green soft rolling hills,
As beautiful as the brooks that pass close by
And the glorious valleys where grass the earth drills
3.
As beautiful as the trees that stand with pride
And the colorful foliage that dresses them to ground,
As beautiful as the birds that in their nests go to hide
And the colorful plumage that their bodies surround,
4.
As beautiful as the grace of a placid lake
And the screaming beauty of the thunderous falls,
As beautiful as a spring that water can make
And the river’s murmur that life gently calls
5.
As beautiful as the waves that the ocean ride
And the hovering foam that to each puts a crown,
As beautiful as the corals that in the deep we find
And the courteous fish that swim all around
6.
As beautiful as the beams of the setting sun
And the scattering clouds that are set all aflame,
As beautiful as the moon when the day is done
And the brightest stars that give sky fame
7.
As beautiful as the rainbow ever can be
And a radiant drop of dew on an exotic flower,
So beautiful, OUR LORD, us have created Thee
With THY compassionate and holy power!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 December 2013
*This poem I was unable -before becoming a member for life- to post
in its entirety, for that reason I post it again as was originally written with
minor changes!
Alone as a thin shadow in the universe,
I am alive without hearing any heartbeat;
this was the same spot we happily lay down
in a huge meadow of daises and whispered sweet words,
no, they weren't for the stealthy wind to keep!
Now, it refuses to bring them back..oh, what a letdown!
Still thinking of Irene when a star falls,
I follow it breathlessly, wishing it had fallen into my lap
and had touched it as I touched her with gentle hands
saying, " You are the most beautiful star in this galaxy,
and I own you until destiny raptures me to another planet...
where tears become smiles and pain becomes joy!"
Sad as a nightingale without a mate,
I struggle to stay awake, trying to catch a glance of her...
why is she too afraid to come out and hear my despair,
I would kiss her fervently and be passionate....
by changing the discordant sky that lacks the happy notes of nightingales,
I would sing an aria and make it come alive to even make the stars dance!
Still thinking of Irene when a star falls,
but not knowing where it'll land, it'll leave hope in fragments,
increasing sorrow and loneliness for a soul in penance;
giving all for self-gratification is absurd silliness
that leaves this generous giver with empty hands...
having failed to recognize how lucky he was!
Be still my soul and listen well,
Stillness makes whole just where you dwell.
Steep silence lifts what grace now shows,
A certain gift where calm soul knows.
Be conscious then of poise that comes,
Aware of when a still voice sums.
This now right here is where you see,
Let a deep cheer prompt pulse to be.
This moment can reveal truth plain,
So seize touch grand in profound strains.
Mind raptures thought as feelings squeeze,
Consciousness slots act like a cool breeze.
Be still my heart for soul knows peace,
Love mellows start in journey ease.
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2017
Singapore