"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet
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Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife,
Your presence has been clear to me all of my life.
Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more
so truth continuously cements firmer within my core.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Whenever I need and seek precious time alone with You,
I close my eyes so all of the world leaves my view.
Focusing on a tiny white spot grows an ethereal light.
I see and feel vibrations pulsed exquisitely bright.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Within my chest palpitates a genuine, stupendous high
unlike any intoxication to be felt on earth's side of sky.
It is no longer air that I breathe, but Your glory I inhale.
You lovingly wrap me serene in glimpses of divine detail.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
the whats-and-whys
of your omissions
have me pondering-wondering
how can you not know
that you torment me
and play havoc with my mind
sweet dreams do not come easily
when my heart palpitates
to rhythms of delirium
is that all there is
is that all we are
is there more or is this it
when i finally fall to sleep
the questions fade away
and silence is sweet again
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
The lips is filled with kindness, for the Heart palpitates love
what quenches the thirst Soul, more than selfishness, greed, and pride? Is the eyes that see others with grace and compassion. The hands want more than what the Mind needs, and that’s to demonstrate mercy. Feet, O feet you have a different type of hunger, so let it rush to the needs of others
The greatest assortment in life is peace, love, kindness, grace, compassion, mercy, justices, and forgiveness; for it is the power that charges the world.
It’s thunderstorm country around here.
They roam the boiling, hot, southern skies
on legs of lightning, like dark, angry trolls.
My Chinese roommate is impressed with them
because as menacing and mountainous and electrical
as they seem, through the trees whip and the rain
lashes - like special effects - no real damage is done.
Love is like that, a circus briefly coming to town,
that scintillates, palpitates, irritates or validates
- a carney-call with the urgency of a sale.
“Run away and join the show,” it whispers.
Love is both less than it seems and more than it is.
A sense of euphoria grips me from head to toe.
When i think about the memories we share,
from those fun times to the most vulnerable moments.
My hands feel numb
eyes feel saggy
legs feel tired
the heart palpitates.
the breathe feels wheezy.
I just want to unravel the fabric stitched into highways
and tear away distance between us.
In my dreams you came and said
"Dilan i love you," but it's ephemeral.
With hard feelings i have to say, i never met you
but your presence surrounded me every moment that passed.
A puffed up ego is what i had until you came in my life and those frowns turned into smiles.
You being the typical biology student once said" It requires 64 muscles to frown but only 18 to smile, so why put yourself in so much trouble and hardwork."
I laughed at those words every time i read our chats.
The vibes we had were so pure, that you always made me feel secure.
The day will come soon,
when we will be together.
A fresh revelation of passion
a long hug and no distance to bother,
just you and me forever.
My love for you will never subside,
thank you,
for being the khushboo of my life.
You seem behind reach...
if I had the courage to touch
your teary face and stop those tears,
I'd be glad to give you more happiness!
Your beauty is the secret you hide
inside waiting for someone
to discover it and I have
discovered it by loving you, honey;
what made me fall for you, sweety
was your kindness, every smile
is a jewel I keep locked in my treasure
chest box as a secret between us
that time will protect from dust...
isn't it a symbol of trust?
You seem behind reach
when it comes to closeness...
is it something you fear and hide
from me, or is it distrust?
You have to trust me in moments
of weakness, that's when each
doubt make it harder to believe
that every sigh, every heartbeat
is the life that palpitates inside of us!
You possess soulfulness,
I possess heartfulness
and these are more than enough to feel intense love
to cling us together through our coming storms:
let's entwine tighter than clove,
let's be freer than clouds!
SEASONS OF LIFE
For some peace falls from veils of evening shade
As life moves ever slower t’ward night’s reign
But I choose calm when gentle morning rain
Soft palpitates on broad leaf woodland glade
The cycles of our life make harmonies in
Diurnal tides bestowing night and day
While every year the changes of the season
Give allegory of how we face the fray
Springtime of youth sees each new brightening dawn
As endless opportunity to be
While early winter view: grey skies forlorn
May hint to age a dulling of esprit
Yet I’ll elect the spring and break of day
With glint of morning sun on hair now grey
27 August 2020
in my element
among artists
we’re all eccentric
yet I feel i belong
my soul does
its happy dance
my heart palpitates
my muse vibrates
to the tune of
midnight stars
playfully gyrating
in sultry silksoft
perfumed breezes
i’ll never be hardcore
doing the circuit
but eh!
never say never
is what they say
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SEEKING PEACE OF MIND~ 2020
Also published in 24-page photo/anthology ~A POEM BORN~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
quiet Sunday morn,
up at my usual time —
it’s one hour early.
grandson and husband sleeping
i read and write in silence.
i’ve hardly looked up —
no hesitation breathing.
yes, God’s good that way.
my heart palpitates
in caffeinated language.
the poetic muse
with socks and mismatched pjs —
washbasin of thoughts.
the silky water is pure
barely moving through fingers.
the dove does not hurry time, no predators — sailboat peacefully glides…
11/3/2019
3 tankas and a monoku
My flesh is flush with inadequacy each day
for no purpose pulses inspiration my way
No motivation shows to validate
that my energy even palpitates -
I am a daytime deficiency breathing.
All things seem possible before I sleep
then night’s energy sun fades into lethargy:
I rise to flounder, flail and fail to move so never do I see the
me that my prayers and hopes wish new days would promote.
Has karma woven my desires revoked
or am I now a bad aging type of joke?
I cannot grope life’s enthusiasm
nor can I fathom what has happened,
but I am sad that my self-esteem’s armor
has been pierced by darkness infused drama …
home clocks loud mock me
as moments find me unchanged
just aged within ticks
tocking my stopped impetus
in passion’s puddled blandness
She held her head high
As we walked.
I told her what I thought
As we walked.
Her long dark hair flowing
With the wind.
Do you think we should go
Our separate ways?
Her lips started to quiver
And she cried softly she
Said " no that's not what I
Want, not at all. " Then I
Began to sing "I love you.
I love you in every way.
Every different day. I need
You and I know you need
Me too. So I stay, I stay
And say I love you." She
Cried again out of
Happiness. I pulled her
Into the darkest corner
And placed a diamond
Ring on her finger.
She said yes. I sang again.
" do you know how much you mean
To me? "
Do you know my heart beats
Unsteady when I'm near you.
I feel you when you're near.
We're gonna marry but when
And then and then.
Honeymoon ever soon.
My sweet my heart
Palpitates. Inside I'm shaking.
This is my promise. It's
Sincere. This is my heart
It's fair.
Expectations balanced on years passed
Childhood fading schooldays are last.
In the eyes of the world your decisions are true
Your heart palpitates and you stumble through.
Life was once easy, adults took care
Now it’s just me, there’s nobody there.
You grow and you yearn for the age to come
Now you want back to when you were young.
With freedom , responsibility plays
Leaves you longing for all of those carefree days
Butterrflies in my stomach
Each time I see you around
I have thousands of words to say
But have no courage to spill it on my own tongue
The world stops but time is going on
When you're next to me
I'm blushing inside
You walked in to me
My heart palpitates in a bit
This magnetic attraction to you
Something I want to savor every minute of my life
I do insane things because of you
I wrote your name at the back of my book
Thinking if love possibly collides us
Nevertheless it doesn't matter
As long as I see you smiling
What a beautiful day
Don't know when this feeling is going to end
Hate why I'm jealous, yes it's not my right.
But when I see you with someone else
My whole world is flooded with tears
But in my mind we are getting married
We build a family and live happily
I'm crazy but I'm loving it much
But I hope you never see it
My ultimate crush
My heart palpitates
racing faster
lightheaded
feverish
breaking a sweat
sound's deafening
can't catch my breath
gotta run and hide
from these voices
following me inside
it's gonna happen
tonight
last day alive
tears cry
lifes memories passing by
I am smothered
can't breathe
jingling change in a pocket
trembling hands
drop coins in the phone
Hello
is anyone there
please help
I'm dying
can't hold on
gonna implode
I'm alone
afraid
huffing breath
sinking to the ground
the receiver hollers
Hey lady
are you alright...
huh...uh
the spells been broken
yeah I'm okay
really okay
alive again
thanks
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My muse has gone to Hades, is that hell?
I sing for her while my heart palpitates
Wow, I’ll be in demonic space as well
I think my little cat has lost her bell.
On my plight, I sit and meditate
My muse has gone to Hades, is it hell?
The cat can’t phone, if only she could yell.
I hear my thoughts and manic, agitate.
Soon I’ll be in demonic space as well
I wish that animals could use a cell.
All they can do is eat and procreate
My muse has gone to Hades, Villa Knell
I hear that poets should show but never tell
All I can do with wit is cogitate.
Will I fly to inner space as well?
I earn enough,more than the going rate
I use black pens and you should see my state
My muse has gone to Hades, give her hell
Oh, I am lured to ink dark space as well!
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