Gentle,
Soft touch lingers,
A warm hug, a kind smile,
Kindness quiet presence felt deep,
Caring.
Warm feel
For cherished one,
With flickers of the heart
Smile glows, a serene silent song,
Soft touch.
Minding,
A gentle glance,
Fine feelings that linger,
A heeding tap on the shoulder,
Fondness.
Calming,
Warm and tender
Expression of liking,
Soothing with pleasant words spoken,
Softly.
Honeyed
Glance through the eyes,
Sweet compliments they give,
Kindness may be misunderstood
For love.
OF MIND-BENDING WATERS
In the ocean of mind,
Watering thoughts flow:-
Boarding these thoughts
On the ship of faith,
Let our hearts’ rudder,
Guide us to waves of frothing hope:-
Peacefully arriving and docking
At the wharf of healing grace,
Let us timely, proceed to unload
Our cargo of dismaying pain;
And rejoicing in humbling praise,
Let’s give God glory for safe anchoring:-
Yes—in this present life—we still have
Challenging ocean waters to cross;
But praise Almighty God and the Ancestors,
Ours know no Middle Passages:-
And in the roaring waters of trumping waterfalls,
The Savior shall buoy and navigate us on our way:
Thus, let’s sail on to the shores of justice awaiting us:-
We were on our own
Minding our business
Weighed down by crushing unemployment
Thoroughly disillusioned by the art of promise and fail
We were disoriented by the perennial lie
Of being leaders of tomorrow
While we watched the promised future
Dissipate before our very eyes
Stolen by evil forces that have held the country
Down since after the flag independence
We were still minding our business
With dignified silence
As SARS kept on decimating our numbers
At any slightest provocation
Profiling us with ease as fraudsters
Defining us by how we looked
Instead of whom we really were
And we came out to protest this injustice
But we were brutally repressed
And ran for our dear lives
An election came in 2023
And we believed that with our numbers
We could take back our country
From the precipice of the devil and the deep blue sea
But we were brutally brought down to earth
By forces of calamity
However we remain undaunted
The forces of evil might seem to be winning
But we the youth will bring their blighted era
To a dismal end and that is our declaration!
It's funny when some people barge in the business of others and leave themselves startled by what to others are just normal things to do, and the things they can't understand.
January 12, 2024, PST, SPC
Poets count on fingies
To get the meter right.
Scribes of prosy thingies,
In randomness delight.
my mind wakes me up at three
wants to tell me what to write
my heart says wait till the morn
and turns out the light
my fingers grab for the pen
and a notebook kept at the bedside
before it’s half past the hour
my eyes close and hide.
words are scrawled above the lines
nothing rhymes from page to page
my ears turn in, deaf to it all
I’m in limbo, I need to disengage
ink paving the solitude of writing
no support from the fellowship
the mind endures the load without spite
and retains itself from giving lip
from the start, this composition has a purpose
to illustrate that the mind cannot work alone
having said that, the heart is capable and reliable
it will not falter and become dethroned
no correlation between thoughts of the mind
and the sincerity of the hearts credibility
all of which implies a mind has a will of its own
but the heart has a deeper insight and gentility
It was just a stretched out word
that eases in on the still and quiet
when a moment lingers
on the edge of forever
hovering, contemplating, pondering life.
It is a deepened observation
of the colors of the sky,
the changing of the seasons,
the innate natural beauty
of the world around us.
A longing search that aches at the spirit
pulls at the heartstrings, breathing,
heart beating light and gentle,
causing us to wonder, question
who and why we are.
It is a moment in time
where you need not be
anyone but yourself
in this here
and now.
It is a focal point
in time and space
in history and its making
in the artful act
of minding the soul.
For the contest of Chantelle Anne Cook
Mindfulness 2/8/19
Veined whispers
floating
Coursing freely
releasing
Physically subjugated
creating
Cosmic reeling
exploding
Tempestuous yearning
drumming
Precariously woven
flaming
Passionately related
speaking
Metaphysical tounges
wagging
Scientific lifelines
swimming
Spiritual pathways
howling
Refutable rituals
shocking
Collective intensity
breathing
Abstract heartbeats
bouncing
Seering unregrettable
dreaming
Youthful precocious
swallowing
Backwards intelligence
submerging
Majestic depths
professing
Realities perspective
minding
Childlike curiosities
reliving
The quiet of the late afternoon sun
Is all that I wanted to hear.
The rays casting shadows in the room
Is all that I wanted to see.
Watching the daylight move around the walls
Eased the tension and stress in me.
A few moments to gather my thoughts
Time, so precious, so dear.
Comfortably sitting here
Relaxation drains me of life's fears
Just a few minutes of time for me
To sit in peace watching nature perform
Makes me feel good and smile for the beauty of life.
Recharges my mind to face more.
In those dark days
When every time is a down time
Those days when for a dime
You could spare a prime rhyme
And pay a dollar for a cent
Those days when the slimy
Tongues of foes wag in ecstasy
Those days when life seems to turn tide
And you feel God has finally gone blind
Alas! I think of death, like I am right now
Say you know how I feel
We only are playing the truth
Smiling with a sweet tooth
It's only if Dzogbeze Lisa has abandoned you
In the thick forests with clouding trees
Will you really know
Death really can bring life
But I'll deny them the pleasure
I'll work for success and not to die for it
I'll poke death in face and smile back at life
I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know
Ever question why certin people ever win?
Sit atop that featured list.
Cause like roulette wheel the game is fixed
in case you havent guessed.
Its easy to rise to the top when own the site.
Raul, John, Micheal, it's the only way people
would praise anything you write.
Why slip in at night when ya take it out the
front door.
Makes question on on the soup who's
minding the store.
I comment on seventy poems a day.
I loved this write now what the hell did
I just say?
Your best friend wins every contest you host.
Must be nice holding that silver spoon.
Ya killed the voice but left his ghost.
Lets be nice and play fair.
Two faced jokes.
Snot nosed social club like anyone does care.
It's hard to play when ya dont even have a chance.
My words cut to the truth wanna test me.
Well fakes and fools lets dance.
You speak about depth but your fake smiles
show you hollow to the core.
Makes ya question in this game who's minding the store.
True love(r) never dies, they say;
pun is more of a fun rhyme to sway.
As for whom this giggling heart
bleeds the most? Know, I always
carry mine with me, ‘til I become pond water;
and hidden not in my eyes, often awake for love,
as they easily show blushes of my thoughts,
ramping over the wall of judgment.
Alone I’ll not be and so is this dearest one;
darkness though life brings...
Among the sonnets, the 15th, my soul.
Too many secrets concealed,
even as I speak, to death a name’s been willed!
A brilliant collage depicting everything
flowered, gleaming, having inspired
julep kisses, lost moments, new opinions
pure quotations, raw sunshine,
true understanding, virtuosity with
xanthic yellow zest.
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