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To invoke God’s grace, we slow down life’s pace,
that we may cognise each offered surprise,
beholding in wonderment bliss beats rise
in the cave of our heart, soul’s dwelling place.
On recognising life is not a race,
we distance presence from the web of lies
spawned by lower mind, whence our ego dies
and then we see our true Self, face to face.
Our true being rests outside space and time,
made in God’s image, resplendent with light,
in ineffable peace, feeling complete,
renewing within itself bliss beat’s chime,
consciousness aware in drunken delight,
with pure intent emoting its love tweet.
Elle laissa tomber une de ses pantoufles de verre, que le prince ramassa bien soigneusement. (Perrault’s tale)
SOUL SLIPPER
magnificent her slipper —
slender, arched, flawless,
resplendent of soul (embodied
the right) a drift of gentle snow
fell as the midnight hand stole
a moon-pale foot, forgiven
of its comfy glass —
with a swarovski sparkle,
possibility of forever-after,
if found and delivered
to the lass with platinum hair —
long and luxurious; diamondiferous
cascade of gown - ankle-sweet.
the royal hound buried it...well
he should have, according to
the snooty stepsisters and their
mother, but instead the perfect soul
at the top of the landing, reminder
of Ella’s smile that bewitched
the adorable prince charming.
curious, he coddles the scenic
looking glass of remembrance —
in love with her tootsie reflection.
the royal hound hunts her down,
sniffs out her kissable perfume,
snarls at the frankenstein-family.
a clever mouse knocks over
a lovely bouquet of wildflowers,
sheltered upstairs where nobody
cares, except the cheese nibblers
well cared for by the classy lass.
released by the princely command,
posed beside the wincing sibs,
she patently slides on hers.
8/28/2020
Contest - Soul Slipper
Sponsor - Kai Neumann
school outing …
prep school day trip -
the Isabella Gardner Museum, Boston …
I round a corner inside,
a sunny courtyard to my left
ahead, an exquisite scalloped arch
sculpted columns on each end
and beyond, softly lit ...
- I gasp, air sucked from my lungs
in the literal sense
my hand clutches my chest,
knees wobbling ...
noticing, someone asks if I'm okay
"physically, yes ... thank you"
(when my breath finally returns)
blown as a mind can be, I'm transfixed
minutes pass, then hours ...
tranquil water, am I -
no ripples, no vacillations
no concern of what’s taking place around me
an entire multi-floor museum -
exceeding artistic genius on every wall
yet the bulk of my day is spent ... right there
entirely and utterly spellbound …
light, dance, music
romance, color, shadow, laughter -
every motion and emotion, churning
I can hear the guitars, the clack of her shoes
feel the heat of el club nocturna, pressing
mind spinning with the feigned haze of absinthe
the waft of cigar smoke and perfume
words stir deep inside me
wound in phrases I can not speak
phrases and fires unknown and unspoken …
and unquenched …
I am but a child -
in the presence of The Divine
frozen to my marrow by the bloom of
resplendent brilliance
my soul, a chaotic milieu of terrifying beauty
and all I can manage,
all I can do ...
is breathe.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Creativity In Visual Arts" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
* This happened when I was fourteen ... art became very real to me that day, as did the phrase "divine Inspiration", thanks to the painting above, by John Singer Sargent. If you've ever seen it in person, (or SO many others!), you know whereof I speak. (Above image is slightly compressed). *
Walking My Daughter Down the Aisle
Wedding Day, Lake Tahoe, 2001
Walking my daughter down the aisle,
Oh how very painful that was for me.
For in all her resplendent bridal glory,
Only a lovely child I could see!
The sweet little girl jumping rope,
Or the days she played Mommy.
She was and still is, my angel child.
I got number and number with step we took.
I felt truly that my world was ending.
Then that moment, oh that moment.
That final kiss as a Mommy~~
And yes, I gave my angel child away!
Those days of Cheerios,cartoons and candy,
No more bubble baths or combing her hair.
In a split second, vanished,
Like rainbow bubbles lifted heavenward,
Into the warmth of the Lake Tahoe air.
Panagiota Romios
3/30/2019
*Reposted February 8. 2020
The cool air is warmed as a new day has begun.
The gold orb steals the night sky, smiles in atonement.
She peeps over the horizon. Hail praise to the sun.
I sit to play my guitar, inspired by that instant moment,
When night gives over to day, to cajole a regal bestowment.
All becomes visible in a misty hue, as we near dawn.
The dew spreads a sparkle in dawns early light.
The land comes alive with the heralding of morn.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright,
As the sun embarks a quest for lilacs to bloom in the daylight.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
The reddish luster is resplendent when it comes into sight.
Etching a detailed, exquisite hefty crimson glow in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunrise is a glowing color of crimson and gold,
Birds glide across the sky, as weary clouds relent.
The moon can slumber as day's sun's sweeping veil will unfold.
Whispers of a breeze sigh, wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.
Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections
deeply confessed.
Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.
Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.
Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.
Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.
Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.
Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.
Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.
Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.
A sublime, divine caress,
teases us when we undress
our soul, eager to entwine
with bliss mists, for which we pine.
Love dances in slow motion,
to rhythm of heart’s devotion,
ushering rapture unbound,
only in astral realms found.
The ethereal domain
within manifests, whence lain
to rest is ego spawned thought,
most oft desire and fear fraught.
Knowing this truth, we shifted,
that in silence be lifted,
to God’s home of love and light,
where heart pulsates with delight.
Surreal bliss magnetism,
ignites our mind-body prism,
revealing truth of our soul
luminous, scriptures extol.
Immanent yet transcendent,
at all times bliss resplendent,
our presence thus bilocates
between earth and heaven’s gates.
Oh, splendorous, spectacular, resplendent autumn!
Boldly you dye cypress ~ flaunting ochre, cinnamon,
Yellowing sugar-maple, glazing tangerine emotions,
As scarlet winds warble in accents of majestic aspens,
Responding in purple whispers, tupelo leaves flutter
Reminiscing in revelries evoked by red-oak crimson
Lingering in blazing meadows, enchanting red maple.
Oh, autumn! fly me there, into depths of the season,
Frolicking upon gamboge hills, wrap me in your vision,
Tour with me dazzling terrains of flamboyant foliage
Composing deep pleasure in brilliant changing colors,
Hang your portrait upon cobalt cliffs of ruby horizon
Painting blushing hearts in amber hints of setting sun,
Mindful still of wistful shudders quivering barren trees
And unsung withering yearnings of falling golden leaves,
Aspiring blossoming kisses--on lips of flowering spring.
The last few leaves fall off the trees as autumn turns to winter
Standing naked and exposed so vulnerable without their clothes
Enduring months of winter’s cold, they hold a secret I’ve been told
Deep inside their skeletal limbs, their heart and soul beats loud and bold
They need a rest to display their best, as winter turns to spring
And slowly sap is rising as their heart and soul stirs from within
Temperatures rise like the sun in the skies; time for the annual Spring Ball
But don’t arrive early Jack Frost may be waiting, ready to spoil it all
Birdsong tweets the arrival of spring, let the celebrations begin
Dressed in their finest and newest attire, hidden from us deep within
Trees that looked dead have now come to life, resplendent in every way
For spring has now sprung, it is time for some fun, on this beautiful sunny day
Spring has arrived and trees have survived, now dressed in their Sunday best
No longer naked without any clothes resplendent and ‘dressed to impress’
written 14th November 2018
Contest: MAY 2019 PREMIER 1 UPTO A MAX OF 14
Sponsor: Brian Strand
7th place in this Premier Contest
Oh Gaia!
Raiment of earth tones hath met her mighty
Titan of Words! He decries the title of heathen,
yet clamors for that elusive angelic female spirit
with a composite of erudite splendor.
Diffidence one of my key trademark characteristics.
That circumspection in conjunction
with nonestablishmentarian hirsute emblem
upon this rather narrow head seems to set me apart
from pack of *****Sapiens.
Come hither and yon most resplendent daughter of Zeus
so we might cavort (with body, mind and spirit) NOT in
heavenly vault of royal blue, but rather upon terrestrial (i.e. terra firma) tarmac.
Prithee tell this faux Dionysus that which harkens
deep within the psyche and quickens the pulse.
I could attempt to summon forth that animal, diurnal
and seminal splendor that springs from latent mental and physical powers.