neither the observer nor the observed
but that which knows both as recognition
unchanging consciousness poised in the void
is the very source of bliss ignition
in this sanctum let us release tension
that stillness attained forever remains
as the light of Self where there are no chains
To ponder is to wander down fantasy lane
Where dreams lead poets to poetry fame.
Quote by poet.
I often ponder how life would have been
if I’d looks and grace of a beauty queen
Would I be happy, would I have riches
have my meals served upon silver dishes.
Perhaps I’d have lived alike a princess
wearing dresses of the absolute best
With handsome suitors requesting my hand
living dreams only found in fairyland.
Maybe I’d have a chauffeur standing by
preferably a humble, charming guy
To take me shopping at the poshest shop
where I could wander and shop till I drop.
I ponder about jewels that I’d wear
rubies in the tiara on my hair
The glances I’d have when out and about
and wonderful comments that folk would shout.
Then I’ll stop pondering, come back to earth
reminding myself I’m no special girl.
* * *
“Pondering is, in my feeling, a form of prayer.” – Marion G. Romney
Oh, where and when may I choose to ponder
the many things most vital for my soul?
There is so much I can find out yonder.
Might I explore a beautiful atoll,
where coral sparkles in the summer sun?
Ah, to gaze upon florescent splendor
and feel the spirit of the Holy One.
Think of all the places that engender
glorious poetic contemplation.
The plains and valleys, mountains and the seas!
Oh, to feel deep spiritual elation
and know how to experience it with ease.
Yet I know anytime I may seek God.
And in my own back yard I can be awed.
“The present is what slips by us while we're pondering the past and worrying about the future.”
Ziggy Marley
An angel guides me despite my lack of faith
In my own destined path blooming by grace
I am a weed in the green garden of Eden
Dilemma is a tree a red apple in season
How I wish to be wise yet I can be a fool
Hoping to grow use mistakes as a stool
Caught up in life blindsided by events
Praying for time to make it right repent
I exist because an ancestor persevered
Destiny is a kiss from heaven despite tears
I ponder the purple meaning of a licorice life
Have I made my mark as I attempt to fly
Pondering the past happiness is delayed
Views in looking glass see eyes that prayed
Future is a kite rising above all clouds
Living life is art amethyst goals vows
As they plant opportunities like seeds for me
So shall I blossom for those who follow my lead
Ponder awhile, as should we all;
at dulcet morning birdsongs call,
at virgin leaves that break the earth,
watch mother nature giving birth.
Observe your lover now at rest;
slow rise and fall of her soft breast.
The sun glint on a drop of dew;
white clouds against a sky of blue.
Think of something that you now miss;
when your mother gave her last kiss,
the butterfly that brushed your nose,
your baby’s soft pink wrinkled toes.
Soft ripples of a gentle stream,
the cold delight of fresh ice cream,
a lacy web that spider spins,
the joyous pain of tree-scuffed shins.
Oak leaves that turn from green to gold,
a sleeping chrysalis unfold,
and tadpoles growing their new legs;
the dripping yolk of soft-boiled eggs.
Stare out, stare out, stare out to space.
Your too-short life is not a race.
Ponder awhile, don’t wonder why
that everything you see will die;
they will not, if you let them stay
there, in your mind, as bright as day.
contest -2026-05-21 Ponder Poetry Contest
Sponser-Constance La France
Deserted roads and the blanket of night,
there walks a carefree girl, talking only to herself.
In the depths of dark shadows,
she questions her own thoughts,
as if carefully examining
the pathways of her future.
She must reach her destination
before the night slips away,
before the roads converge
and dawn arrives too soon.
Thinking, reflecting, and pondering,
with every arrow ready in her quiver,
she sets out determinedly
toward her goal
Deserted roads and the blanket of night,
there walks that carefree girl,
lost in conversation with herself. while the world sleeps around her.
“Fleeting visage of beauty is a contemplation of uncertainty” – Quote by Poet
Your ebony hair curls and cascades untamed,
some swirl in the stream of craving squall,
some lace the lilting lattice of lust
on your forehead of ivory canvas,
engraving the contours of evanescent charisma.
I ponder if this is your last fleeting image
I glimpse flicker in the wind to fade in oblivion,
if there is no tomorrow.
Your almond eyes deep as the azure sea
waltz with the melodic waves of fervent music,
eyelids dance with the flutter of beguiled butterfly,
floating in the air of yearning on charming wings,
weaving the wondrous fabric of trance.
I ponder if this is your last dormant dream,
I deem drift away in the wind to wilderness,
if there is no tomorrow.
The buds of rose bloom on your luscious lips,
swathed in the lilac luster of sunburst dulcet dawn,
the attractive allure glints with gorgeous glow
like pearls of dew on pristine petals of pink rose,
shining like a star in the sequined sky.
I ponder if this is your last lyrical smile,
I scribe in my memory as the stardust sonata,
if there is no tomorrow.
The evening sky invites me to gaze
Beyond the room's open window,
Igniting my senses to reflect about
Bygone days like one long replay
Where parts of time appear like hued marquee...
Lingering on, a hundred diamond stars
Flicker towards a dull, grey tableu:
The Moon, not full, but crescent, takes the lead
With constellations dancing to her tune---
Then flash and zoom, the core of this plight
Erases me from folds of mind that once
Savored a wise and knowing grace;
Entwined with laughter and intensity
The kind that's hard to siphon from my heart—
When I ponder expired, unresolved dreams
Accepting the value of a treasure learned.
First Place
When pondering life, it is sometimes harder
to see the beauty and joy, than it is the pain
and grief because pain is bulky and dark
but I do my best to focus on the light and joyful
moments both when they happen and in looking
back upon my life, yesterday I laughed out loud
when I had a memory of something my youngest
son did when he was about 6, he was a riot
and memories of him are often funny
Which is what I choose to ponder. Laughter
and joy is welcome here to be pondered and
enjoyed while I still have life to live.
I must confess. Some things I ponder.
I am acutely aware of God's wonders;
Yet, often I stagger at the sound of thunder.
I must be wise as I ponder lest I should blonder.
In all things, God is most pure and ever sure.
I understand that some things we must endure.
I understand God's beautiful 'Balance of Nature'.
Yet I, often act and sound nieve and immature.
Why was he there?
What did she want?
He is not homeless;
But she lies at my entry.
I know that he too has purpose;
Purpose assigned to her by God.
Yes, I realize that we must coexist,
But we do not have to be friends.
I have seen 5 of them in 4 years.
I try my hardest not to be paranoid.
In addition to other preventive measures,
I have created within me a mental plan.
I consider snakes both armed and dangerous.
Therefore, they will never be welcomed by me.
My best weapon is prayer for God's protection.
My next best weapon is my 'Awareness Program'
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” ~ Blaise Pascal
How does your decision process work,
extracting clarity and a course of action from the murk?
I'm sure that, for you, it works out fine,
insofar as your methodology is different from mine.
I begin by pondering my choices,
but find inside my head there are two voices.
I scratch my head, and begin to reflect,
asking myself which is most morally correct.
When all is said and done,
which hurts others least, and which is best for number one?
What is the reward? What risk would be incurred?
What is the probability of the result that is preferred?
I make a list of cons and pros,
and assign weights to each of those,
and after hours, days, and weeks of pondering,
I'm still at a loss to solve my "quandering".
Then, I instantly do what I knew I'd do all along,
and find that my decision was all wrong.
Sitting by the stream,
Watching water flow,
Life is but a dream,
Softly as the snow,
A flowering scheme.
Deep in my mind,
Thoughts drift away,
Truths left behind,
Fading to gray.
Hear the wind,
Softly sigh,
At the end.
Time flies,
No lies.
Lost.
Written: May 26, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: Ponder on the future and how you may improve it rather than being stuck in the past. By Poet
1st place contest winner
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Don’t brood over shadows gone by,
like clouds that cannot stay.
Let morning’s light grow fonder instead,
assume its glow—the best way to spread
The stream flows, but never the same,
its limpid song, a delicate flame.
Each drop is a soft, deep endeavor—
a truth that sighs, yet speaks forever.
Focus on the seed, and how it cracks a rock.
a serene power, challenging the clock.
Existence is delicious, plain and bright--
Stay true in your zen, with grace and insight
Pretty stars in a dim sky, linked to the kernel.
Their golden glare and eyes are eternal.
They convey to us faith, broad and deep.
That wakes awareness while others sleep.
Look in your heart, weak yet strong,
It shatters, it heals, it sings its song.
Success or failure, joy or despair—
If you pause to ponder, let it pause in prayer.
Ponder
Perhaps it is time
people
ponder what the
perils of using
psychoactive
pharmaceuticals will cause.
Polymorphocellular
pleuropneumonia is just one of the
pernicious
problems which can
pop up when least expected. A
psychohistory my help determine if someone is
predestined to contract this problem. If we act in time, maybe we can
prevent this from happening. Some
patients will probably not want to
participate in their own treatment. I say,
let them go their own way!
“To ponder is to wander-
midst memories and yonder.”
__by Poet
I oft ride down my dear memory lane-
recalling those that filled up special years,
to ponder, safeguard those which I retain-
that show my smiles still winning over tears.
I do remember childhood days with joy,
and, reminiscing on my family,
I recollect the ways they helped employ
to shape my life- then pass to me the key.
Nostalgically, I search in retrospect
and call to mind the gifts I leave behind
reflecting all the ways I could connect
accepting strength to foster peace of mind.
I ponder life as I look through this scope-
expand their gifts of love, with faith, and hope.
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