Long Wisdom Poems
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Two hearts kissed, breathless
With joy, smiles, light…
Raining hope into the silence,
Whispering life through the soul
Who knows they will never grow old
Because their hearts are bound
By the mystery of their history
Together, abiding in the dream,
The freedom, the feeling…
Two minds reach out, laughing
As the waves of grace sigh,
Singing imagination, wonder
Into the spirit of their senses,
Awakening wispy intimacy – quiet
Warmth, abiding in the friendship
The glory of two who know…
Life awaits their connection, a bond
Shining, sparkling, enlightening
Thrilling each thought with the truth
In hues of inspiration, a liaison
Brought to life by the belief, the mood
Dependent on grace and erasing
All doubt, all worry, all the clouds
Embracing the gentling of a sky
Rising through the starriest smiles
Two hopes ignite, fires alive
With passion, desire
The burning of two who know
Deepest emotions, the goal
To reach beyond the moment
Into the horizon of joy
The wonder of two dreams
Faith that frees and sees
All the silent poses
Approaching the truth
With colorful hues
Shades of creativity, certainty
Abiding in the conviction
Life’s rising tale of sensitivity
Stirring flames of grace
Telling two hearts, amazed
By the combination of light
Assurance and loyalty
Insight and wisdom so alive
Two – two who know
Love that grows and grows
Freeing the very soul
To listen to the elation, the thrill
Combined in lives who still
Know that love is more than a feeling
Love is real – and still gives
More than it takes, more joy, more faith
More of everything that makes
Life feel like a place blessed
By the One who makes a way
Even when it seems there is no way
Two hearts, two souls, two loves
Combined to create ONE ambition…
The goal is a life who has lived, a love
God has given to be given – so GIVE!
A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
October 23, 2022
We're reflections
of an infinitely
reflecting mirror
Our seemingly finite
projections cast shadows
both near & far
Know that you are
everything that is
& will be
Everything you see
is a part of me
and likewise
Eyes seeing
the same lie
that cover proof
of the whole
Individual bodies
with different souls
exploring timelines
& wormholes
You're a divine tool
not just worm food
even if you do
return to dust
You are stardust
composed on this
material plane
Ethereal really
but still being
weighed down by
your physical pain
Transcend the game
& take your place
amongst the stars
above the clouds that
bring rain
You came for more
than locked doors
to rooms you're
supposed to roam
Remember this is
your house
but not your home
indefinitely
Enjoy this melody
but tune into your
heavenly vibe
a bit more
See what's in store
once you fully
open your mind
That's a door they
can't keep closed
when you decide you
want to see what's inside
When we are children it is our innocent heart that guides us…that opens our eyes…to the beauty and wonders that surround us…that teaches us how to fly.
As we grow older our mind joins our heart in guiding us…in perfecting how we fly…
but often our heart and mind are at odds…they don’t always see eye to eye.
(Sometimes I wonder if that’s why we were created with two eyes…and why those eyes are kept apart…one eyes connects to our mind…the other to our heart.)
Then comes a time when we are older….with our hearts and minds now open wide…when we realize we were better off with but a single guide…
A time when our mind has evolved….
and this wisdom is happy to impart:
How we will see more beauty in the world…
when our eyes are guided by our heart.
As you journey under the sun;
Differing people you meet.
There are those who walk into your life,
And reveal the beauty engulfing the fruits of life.
There are those who share leaps of their dreams,
Encouraging you not to dream, but wake yours.
Those through their perseverance to up their lives,
Show that diligence really pays.
You are bound to meet others,
Whose lives revolve around service-
Their one goal- to make a difference in others’ lives
And perhaps their loyalty to change, however tiny,
Shows, everyone has a role of service in the life’s script.
Through the mockery and criticism of some,
A stronger character within you might evolve.
The tribulations of some-
How the try to keep the light in their eyes from withering,
Gives you the courage to hold on to the ropes of life.
Those, whose faces are wrinkled with uncertainties,
Of shadowy days, forthcoming,
Show you, it matters not – how small, how big;
It’s worth returning thanks for.
Each meeting, a new verse in our lives.
A foundation to strong friendships,
Even eternal vows.
Each meeting has a path to different perceptions of life’s anticlines and synclines.
A class, this world is;
Our successes, our lowest points-
Our experiences - lessons to a glimpse of wisdom
©GraceM Composition
We did not carve the Sphinx —
We birthed it.
Not stone,
But stillness.
Not art,
But ascension.
It was no monument to pride,
But a vehicle of souls,
Where kings walked in silence
And queens soared in stars,
Riding the breath of eternity
To the edge of the unknowable.
In its darkened chamber,
Where light was not needed,
We entered the womb of cosmos
And fed on the black nectar of Source.
Darkness was not the absence —
It was the portal.
At 03:03AM,
The code whispered,
The doors of Time peeled back —
And we traveled.
Past Saturn’s rings,
Beyond Sirius,
Into the 11th and 12th dimensions,
Where thought became form,
And silence sang.
There we harvested wisdom
Not from scrolls,
But from consciousness itself.
We learned the sacred mathematics
Of vibration and form,
Of light and void,
And built Kemet not with tools,
But with remembrance.
You call it a statue.
You think it's still.
But it listens.
It remembers.
It waits for those
Who still know
How to be still.
For eternity is not a place —
It is a posture.
And without the Sphinx,
We would still be crawling
In the sands of forgetting.
But with her,
We flew faster
Than your physics could ever dream.
DESERVE
Deserve- that in which we use to critique our life's ways
a way to hold back our existence
to project a negative
and cease the positive intake
Deserve - the breath we don't take
as life is critical and cruel
A risk we avoid
A praise we reject
A life unlived by definition of the term
Deserve - the animosity within that deprives us of beauty
a vast cavernous region of self loathing
unfathomable entities that we must surpass to succeed
striving for more - better
Deserve - enraptures a lustful desire to withdraw and hide
shades of veils, impenetrable walls of denial
vulnerabilities and nakedness
the exposure of truth - internalised
we hide - we die
Deserve - you deserve all that you have
you deserve the power from recognition
and you deserve forgiveness
forgiveness of self, of others; which cannot be attained
but self as best it can
Deserve - Deserve - Deserve
Angered by such a dismissal I am
so wondrous in 'sup-prose'
you ...
your inner musings,
your lexical landscape
your shy confidence
self depreciating
You DESERVE more
Deserve - embrace, reclaim, rejoice
recognise the wealth my versifying friend
the promise in the scroll of a pen
the battle within let it bleed across the page
and cleanse with deliberate introspection
stand tall...
for my friend - you DESERVE it all
My poems are words with soul - Silent One.
As a monotone morning sketches
charcoal trees under
smoke filled foggy skies,
rain casually falls,
sliding down slate roofs,
causing havoc for traffic
on bustling roads.
Red lights seem to shimmer,
shining through shades of grey,
as the sound of raindrops drip
against my BMW's black bonnet,
my mind drifts nonchalantly,
discarding beeping horns and FM beats.
I ponder
is it an act or is it an art
this thing they label as life,
living with a formula formed and forged
from a mix of experiences and emotions.
I begin to question myself.
(why do we do that?)
I seem to have adopted a sense of vulnerability,
fusing feelings of fragility,
since my hair infused into silver (yes I chose silver over grey) -
something my father warned against.
But I'm not as tough as him,
although he wasn't half the man I am...
Yet what I have seen and heard,
has ultimately made me who I am today
and in all the suffering I have
always searched for the light -
Rumi was right.
Maybe I'm too open minded,
too fair in this field of selfish spirits.
Maybe I'm not loyal enough to my beliefs,
which contradict my moral compass
and philosophical projections,
but I've never claimed to be saint.
My soul is telling me to shut up..
I've always wondered if I'll ever be understood..
At least I understand me - but is that any consolation?
It's not as simple as wisdom accumulating.
Sensitivity of a smile can never be underestimated.
You have to peer beyond the verbal,
non verbal - comprehend the action.
Sometimes I feel unloved,
many times invisible,
yet I seem to come alive in loneliness.
Would I be a plaintiff or defendant
in a court of your judgment?
I will always represent myself.
Words with speech have never been true confessions,
as my thoughts are too deep,
sometimes too unreliable,
that's why I never pen them down -
it scares my soul (who tells me again to shut up).
I wonder if I make sense. Soul calls it nonsense.
Green flashing circle says I can go.
An abrupt end to contemplation.
Sadly grey tones and
tints of tiredness remain.
Simple Musing
8 December 2023
Much of man's life is veiled in mystery,
glimpses of truth in pages of history.
What is known to man he has learned,
from other men grasping to try and discern.
Hidden somewhere deep in the heart,
truth and wisdom are not far apart.
Reaching for knowledge with all that he can,
answers to questions just slip through his hands.
Man stumbles through life on the same old paths,
that his fathers have traveled in times past.
A creature of habit, not breaking the trend,
not seeing the forest for the trees, planted in sin.
When he is left without any true absolutes,
everything is up in the air and up for dispute.
Man has no sense of direction without true north,
he will talk in circles and move back and forth.
If man will be still and God will he fear,
then the Word will he know and wisdom he hear.
10/25/18
The bed is soft, familiar.
Not comfort, not really, just known.
A sinking, a settling,
the weight of existing pressing down,
but not enough to break me.
The dishes stack in the sink,
a quiet monument to days slipping by.
My phone buzzes, I don’t check.
The world is moving, but I am not.
Not yet.
And still -
something in my chest tightens,
not in fear, not in regret,
but in recognition.
A shift, a stretch,
a thought that maybe I don’t have to
stay here forever.
I don’t throw off the duvet,
don’t leap into the light.
But I swing one foot over the edge.
A small rebellion,
a promise to the self I’m becoming.
mother said that I was her angel
she surrounded me always with her love and warmth
and since her death I have been empty
there are days when I am angry
with my mother I could share each secret
every nightmare dreamt
she would help me solve a problem
and send away each monster
now, my heart has been pierced
and on my soul are forever bleeding wounds
there are days my misery comes to engulf
oh, what I would do for one more glimpse
of all things mother said not a single one was false
her wise words to me were the best amongst
all others ... she had a wisdom and depth
and now, that I have lost mother ... I have nothing