His smile caresses my soul in a way that I didn’t know it could be touched. His laugh makes the air that was taken in by my mouth travel through my lungs; teaching me how to breathe again. His presence makes my rapidly pounding heart turn into a gentle lull- as calming as the sound of the wind making the trees dance. His entirety brings me a peace like no other, a sense of stability that I could never begin to comprehend with the way life sweeps me up in its waves; making me unable to stay at the surface for too long. Being with him brings me a certain profoundness I couldn’t begin to describe, and I meet a different version of me for the first time. Calm, delicate, joyful, hopeful, and free; traits found in this new version that could never be found in the original me. Similar to the opening of heavens gates at the last breath to flow from a new angel’s mouth, I greet a me that continues to come alive the more I devote myself to you; a peace that I pray lasts for a lifetime.
This poem is based on the painting 'Weeping Woman' by Picasso
In fragments of fate,
timeless tears seem invisible,
but there is profoundness in sorrow,
a beauty in the vulnerability -
there is an art to expression.
As colours collide upon a canvas,
it reminds me of a black and white world,
where I was taught to be a 'man.'
But all I recall are my mothers cries.
In times of pain,
all I feel is your fears.
When adversity calls,
all I see is your struggles.
I am a reflection of your love,
a structure of your strength.
When you are no more,
maybe, I'll search for you among the stars.
If moonlights should caress my face,
I know it's you smiling down at me.
Is the one that finds the heart
A true mystery
The courage to be me
Only our Lord
Could hem such a strong cord
Tightly and securely
The Lord has thee
Our place
Embraced
Thanks for caring
For those who may be wondering
Hidden scruple of consciousness scuffling
yet to be scudded through assigned locus,
focusing on clarification surpassing confusion.
Mystic mind mesmerised on translucent thoughts,
suffused by morose mist needs transparency.
Confused contour of path of life congested in chaotic commotion
demanding luminosity of serene sublime soul
waiting for brightly shining sparkling stars to illumine.
When Angelic Aura will glow behind placid maroon Moon,
encumbered heart may turn ebullient, exuberant soon.
Conscience if circumvented by illusion, clairvoyance
of cosmic profoundness to exhibit ecstatic effulgence.
Radiance of contemplation will illumine discombobulated musings
welcoming freshness of dawn dew glistening on bliss of realisation.
blessed by my ecstatic ethereal enlightenment.
*Image of Tea & More by EverPic.
The Mettle of Mom's Kettle
Dear mother's tea kettle.
She purges impurities daily.
She satisfies it with freshness.
Encounters gained exponentially.
She alights the stagnant to awaken.
Temperate measures brew righteously.
Truly divine profoundness spirits a flavor.
She bears its consequence with confidence.
Gifting patient nothingness anticipated quench.
Honeyed sugary sweetness greets a reigning crown.
A Word of grace courtesies a solemn room full of smiles.
"...it continues..."
2022 December 31
*10th Place*
YOUR CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 11
A December Prayer
By Miracle Man
December 14, 2021
Lord, help me, to engage others with soundness,
being the kind of witness you'd have me be.
Let me be seen as possessing profoundness,
walking in your path but in lower degree.
Renew my thirst for the study of your word,
so that study time would always be foremost.
Let my vision each day not become blurred,
and when thinking of you I'm fully engrossed.
Amen
“God always answers our prayers,
it’s just that sometimes the answer is no.”
Barbara Feinstein
Find me then – when silence surrounds me;
when the sun has climbed down from his throne
and left behind magenta magic.
When I look out at night’s profoundness,
find me then, for I will be waiting -
like La Luna with her entourage
of stars. And when I am captured by
their beauty, come and see their glitter
in my eyes! Where I wait, find me then.
June 11, 2020 (based on phrase #1)
for nette onclaud's Repeat The Phrase Poetry Contest
Burning inside there are two flames I am devoted
to and none is of a lesser or a greater degree
that the other: I definitely love them both; nurtured
by virtue, assured by unbreakable trust, I foresee
they can shorten the longest road with little effort:
whether it be dark or bright, all must be won or lost!
The face of intense gentleness that I deeply revere is
that vigilant angel walking near me to prevent any
harm I may succumb to anywhere and anytime!
The beautiful flag I swore allegiance to gladly
flaps and assures me I will be protected by her always;
one flame is maternal love, the other national pride!
Anyone who tries to convince me to betray them is
is a foe trampling under my feet; who put life into this blood
is to be loved eternally until it can't flow anymore and that
flame is hotter than the shimmering sun unable to melt
the thick ice on my solitary path: never will winter's wind
wind freeze my skin and blur my vision on my travels.
I'm very fortunate to have known the tenderness
from my mother's humble soul and the valorous spirit
instilled by my country's profoundness of ideals;
one gave me birth, the other gave me a proud heart.
Eyes express feelings
Recondite concealed in the
Profoundness of soul
Exuding a deep love that
Transcends the eternity
2-18-2016
After the reaper appears for us,
And our vital bodies rendered to ash...
What great proof will remain of our love?
Will the after years shed less light
On our breathless consuming passion?
Will our photographs that subtlety
Captured nuances of the love in our eyes
Stand clear enough for our descendants
To realize our profoundness shared?
I would go with you without trepidation
Knowing our ashes would not belie what
Once was felt for each other to be eternal.
I cling to thoughts that my words expressed
Through once valued prose not be forgotten
By our future generations who know of
Us only by our faded photographs.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Words and more words
Profoundness heard
Thought and more thoughts
Ego feeds plot
Sense and more sense
Root present tense
Time and more time
Explore more rhymes
Space and more space
New face to trace
Voice and more voice
Succinct feeds poise
Leon Enriquez
06 September 2014
Singapore
Another day
Again no lover to warm my heart
Another night
I know I shall sit alone in darkness
Another walk in le jardin sans amor
Me, my life has ended, she left me heartless
All around young lovers stroll, hand in hand
As I admire old men playing chess
Children fly their kites
They run and sing, spring in their steps
Cotton candy vendors shout their wares
The cafes are full, with life and love
I wish I could believe
Wish I could love again
Me, I am almost old
The songs play over and over in my head
Lovers all around, as I drink my wine
Another day
Without the profoundness of love
Glass to lips, I drink to a life that was not to be
The waiter with eyes, asks another glass?
Why not I say?
It’s the anniversary
Of just another day
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
Of the life he led
And the things he said
And of what he might have said to me
If our two paths had crossed
How can such profoundness and genius
Live on in a single human being?
What a truly gifted man he must have been
What a privilege it would have been to know him
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
If he were here today
Sitting in his scarlet chair
Would he still put pen to paper?
And mystify us with his words
Not knowing the great affect they have on those who love him most
And would he share his wisdom
With those who he knew would use it wisely?
Or would his secrets remain to be discovered in his cryptic words?
Words of truth and brilliance
Words of a legend
... ...I wonder.
Two deep unfathomable seas
Slightly separated but forever joined
Profoundness and depth unimaginable
Even the most savvy sailor is instantly lost
Not knowing which is the safe way home
It's not to mine nor anyone's great surprise
That I fell lost in love staring into your eyes
A muse never inspires me,
does she really exist?
I rely on the inner voice
more believable than others,
even less confusing and more encouraging;
one will get the profoundness of feeling
when surrounded by certainty:
laying down to dream, not to rest!
Who's been engulfed by false inspiration?
Don't be too hasty for any deception
that offers the illusion of greatness...
consider every idea that tackles;
be smarter than a salesperson,
or more alert than a new visitor in town...
rely on that confident, inner voice
when truth is the only choice!
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