Nestles Poems | Examples

Ikigai: Petals in Stillness

Spring — Passion

Kintsugi dawn—
white plum scents night air
tea rises in stillness.

Cranes cross pale sky;
child laughter drifts on moss.
A garden remembers.

Summer — Vocation

Tatami breathes—
cicada shells cling
reborn softly.

Koi flicker below
ripples fade in quiet hands.
Evening thunder calls—

incense drifts
forms bow.

Autumn — Mission

Fox lanterns kindle
shoji float through silver mist—
ancestral spirits stir.

Stray dog nestles
by the gate;
even strays seek warmth.

Tea vapor
recalls morning.

Winter — Profession

Snow settles
on stone lanterns
pine needles in palm.

Cold brushes fingertips.
Crane arcs slowly—
silhouette lingers on old walls.

Work kneaded
with laughter;
fire clothes darkness.

Completion — All Seasons as One

Sakura scatter—
petals dance
mirror tea vapor.

Breath holds the garden.
Circle closes
opens anew.

Tea cools,
reflects sky—
time folds gently.

The Seat of Truth

The moth mistakes my bare skin for moonlight—recurring, insistent. Its wings dust the wrist like a forgotten promise, reminding me of a question I never dared ask aloud. I had held his wrist, not his hand. A ghost of a moment playing on loop in my hypnagogic state.

moonlight 
     TrEmBlEs 
on my wrist 
where s i l e n c e nestles 
and my pulse   
     p/u/l/s/e/s 
until wings 
forget what F L I G H T meant 
     without aCHe   
          and consequences …

The Reunion

There is no need
for me to chase,
just prepare a place 
and keep still.
In time it will come,
quietly, unannounced,
at first with caution 
born out of hurt. 
Circling me
it will gradually 
wind in the distance
of its fear 
and pause quite near,
then draw closer, 
and closer,
until it presses
its trembling warmth 
against me and nestles
under my arm.
Slowly I will hold it
to myself,
welcome it home.

A Tapestry of Seasons

The moon nestles within a celestial quilt,  
as the sun sleepily peeks through the indigo sky.  
Chartreuse canopies sway against a mid-autumn sunrise.  
Mahogany leaves, scattered upon frost-tipped, ombré blades of grass,  
crackle under the patter of the feet of does.  
Canadian geese flock, gliding toward home.  
The inaugural snowflakes of winter flutter on teal breezes.  
Inhaling the crisp morning air, it melts on cherry lips.  
Warmth from the sun's silhouette dances playfully on curious hands. 
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wraps you in comfort,  
Whilst a monarch butterfly rests on the last dandelion fiercely holding on.  
As the threads of autumn gingerly unravel,  
they reweave into winter's aquamarine tapestry,  
the transition of seasons bringing forth a time of peaceful reflection.

Each leg takes a Tern

tern sleeps on one leg
head folded nestles on wing
hops to turn away

Ubermench

ubermench

When living in a block of flats is noisy 
when a hammer and nails on walls to hang
up a painting bought at the supermarket 
Hitler and Nazism interest me, it didn't die
in 1945 but grew like nestles in countries 
mainly in Israel and Ukraine
After years of democracy that has ended 
in a woke culture, Europe is turning  right
finding a democracy that has brought 
havoc like the import of millions of Muslims
bringing an alien way of life and a religion 
that is as demanding as Christianity is vapid
in Ukraine, the Nazis are in power  and helped
by NATO and the USA that hates Russia 
for being powerful and winning 
In Israel, Jewish Nazism is in full bloom
attacking and killing the Palestinians 
who deemed savages, also Zionism needs
more elbow room, we have heard that 
before and the people hail their leader
who has made them feel powerful shall
we say like Ubermensch.

Nightingale

The beckoning call of the Nightingale
Like the whistle of wind in a sail
Arrives on a spring days tail
And nestles like a cotton ball
Inside a trees hidden cloud 
The hatchlings are so loud
Bumblebees covered in a honey shroud
But never so happy parents will be
When the fledglings leave the tree
The Nightingale nest empty

Seeking Safety from Sex-Sells Socials

Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your 
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously 
Satisfying 

So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience 
Successfully 
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom

Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds 
Singing in sympathy 
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.

Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality 
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending 
Nirvana

DIVORCE

Dwelling in twisted tulips of fate, 
I'm etching life's blackened stars beneath
Vehement veil of thunderstruck twilight, for, 
Obsidian tornados have crushed affectionate shorelines. 
Remorseful roses now unfurl like love's last perfume and
Crestfallen silence nestles in eclipsed eden, sighing at the
End of our poetic lifelines - lost within timeless agony.

Hearing LISTENING ---Dedicated to GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRIES Janeen Brown

So it does the thunder roar
The light is thickening beneath the storm 
Clouds gathering drops of rain 
Step by step winds gently breathing inside me 
Yet sweet to me little bird 
Lord I hear you Whispering in my ear
Nature's calling He is Elohim 
My Father the wind nestles and breathes 
Speaking to me nature's calling
 I am hearing I am listening 
The russells of the limbs of the trees 
I embrace the sound that touches me 
Longing I receive inside my heart 
Hears my eyes see the words 
That leads me to Him Jesus 
I'm hearing I'm listening hearing 
And listening my heart beats 
My soul speaks my spirit receives 
Hearing listening I hear my Father whispering 
Speaking to me in my heart and my soul 
In my mind my eyes see as I live and breathe 
My Father's hearing and listening 
I receive speak Lord speak I hear I receive
Hearing, listening Father I receive quietly still



11/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

The Wolf and the Cuckoo

Does the wolf still prowl
within our sheepish dreams,
or is it now a cuckoo nesting comfortably
deep and sly behind our eyes?
Give me the wolf any day,
for that secretive bird has grown fat,
it nestles, it fluffs out a sick complacency,
it has become too large for its small nest.
The wolf hides
it gnaws at its old teeth,
wanes thin with fear.
Soon the cuckoo will coo & cook, cluck
like a brooding hen birthing
yet another changeling.
Soon the wolf will leave you helpless
and that which was never you
will become the triumphant image
of your broken soul.

She Must of Been a Butterfly

She must of been,
A butterfly,
The way her eyelids,
Flutter,
And her Beauty,
Caresses,
And,
Nestles,
Into the love,
Of your soul,
As if her wings,
Has relaxed,
Upon,
Iris petals,
Sighing,
With,
The moon
Reynaldo Casison

Sifting Sad Shadows From the Past

This, perhaps, has been my constant duty all through,
My life has been a perpetual stock-taking;
Within which, I, like sparrows, from out of the blue,
Find possibilities of Nestles get shaping...!

The almighty and my kith and kin have been great,
What a life he has given me, it's wonderful!
Who says there's existential resolve and sad fate?
My response-filled life has been rainbow-colorful...!

How delicately each bird pecks its little grain!
How each loyal soul searches for the final goal!
What's, after all, without reaching that godly reign?
To which each one needs to strive with whole heart and soul...!

I sift each sad shadow like a penny not spent,
Each unspent penny has added to my... lone cent...!!!

In the Moment

"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. 
       Each moment is all we need."
                              Quote_ Mother Teresa

Be happy in the moment, that's enough;
each one- a gem that nestles in your life.
Some sparkle as they are, no need to buff;
but some will never glow with stress and strife.

Enjoy each one that happens then and there,
as it unfolds- forget just saving it
on video or photos- later share
when in the moment thrills won't recommit.

Each moment is a world unto its own-
a special speck of time that will adhere
and shine in memory like a bright stone;
but never like it did on its premiere.

Be happy in each moment -grasp that shine
that overpowers those that are not fine.


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