Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient
temple
Perched across a bay, weeds and
hyacinths curl between my feet,
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
for a world which aches for calmer
retreat--
That I reach a peak where the mind
becomes absent--
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong
rhythms,
A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant
fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient
energy
Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial-
That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:
Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of
innocent laughter...a treble,
a clap
bringing me to the kindness of youth,
And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of
passage on days when the spirit calls for an
interlude's break...a meditative
connection with
the self--
without the need to speak.
Categories:
psalmic, silence,
Form: Imagism
Oracle
psalmic
on
elysium
winds
&
lustral
polyphonic
chorales
in
amber chronicles
Seven seas
converge
in
stillness
of
arcane
heart
&
sky
empties
its
azure
yearnings
in
wispy
turquoise
of
endless
depths
Tattooed
echoes
of
aureate
verses
&
meet
your
real self
a
mystic
in
red radiance!
Written: January 19, 2023
Brian Strand No 1172 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
psalmic, analogy, sea, sky,
Form: Other
As Friday's messes my hair in knots,
the chaotic boom of a night begins
to subside: a gentler sway from the park
juts forward , almost caressing my flesh…
a relay of new stars and powdered mist
whorl among balmy trees glowing in the pale dark ...
I am led to some kind of a sacred hammock ,
or is it a courtyard, and there…
frames away, the moon rises with a kiln
of air and fire; an explosion of my tight cocoon
transcending the daze of this near weekend,
of an evening's solemnity reflecting the languor
from a nocturnal toil quieting my breath—
~
Farther on, contours of fireflies drift
within a viscous space, gaily dancing
without a pattern of thought , stirring
my belly across a dune of moistened grass... I freeze.
Somehow, as if to reel in their own environ
they whiz psalmic songs upon this breast;
halting and easing these weary summer hours
as Friday redeems its grueling demands --
I freeze and inhale the remaining scent of half- light.
....
Friday Feeling Contest of Silent One
3/10/2018
Categories:
psalmic, change, day,
Form: Light Verse
Psalmic Poem
Day by Day
At the crossed roads to my desire
I've not gotten what I enquire
I'm happy for those I
inspire
And it makes me to wish never to retire
God , on my glory many have conspired
They want to light it up in a terrible fire
Their evil plans I know have been wired
Give them to me to be conquered
Bring their plans down like an Honda
And scatter their meetings with your thunder
With my greatness do not put assunder
And help me bless my mother
Protect oh God, my father
Never let my loved ones be murdered
Don't let my heart be bothered
And help me cross this invincible border
You are my rock and my helper
In the time of storm, you are my shelter
God, let your enemies scatter
Let them know for me you cater
Unto you oh Lord, I want to be closer
Please unto thee draw me nearer
As u bring to my humble heart
That old childhood song I used to sing to the most high
Day by day, dear Lord , God three things I pray
To see thee more clearly!
Love thee more dearly!
Follow thee more nearly!
Day by day! Amen
This is a dynamic initiative to poem, pioneered by Faniyi James. Remember God in the days of thy youth.
Categories:
psalmic, bible,
Form: ABC