Reawakens Poems

'Rising Sun'

Can we ever own
anything
that won’t own us back

Can we ever say
anything
we’ll never retract

Can we dream
in the future 
while freeing the past

Can we give 
without taking
not first ever last

Can the reasons
become us
excuses be damned

Can fidelity
triumph
the truth in demand

When sleep
reawakens
its light shining through

Today and
tomorrow
— forever anew

(The New Room: June, 2024)

Psalm 23 - A Coaches Psalm

The Lord is my Master Coach (to show me, teach me and guide me)
My Teacher, I shall not waiver.

He leads me to teach multiple minds,
He grants understanding and wisdom in full classes. 

He reawakens and reignites passion in me.
He leads to paths of wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
To help me, awaken those who want to learn more. 

Even though long days of teaching load me down with exhaustion
I will not be troubled, for He sustains me. 
His Word brings life to my own words, as I coach those who seek council.

He prepares opportunities even in rough times
Tough conversations with business partners He leads. 
He has provided for me with skills and wisdom
I am a good coach.

Surely, I am a teacher, as He was so shall I be
My Master Coach, will never leave me
Under his guidance, shall I forever be. 


Chantelle Smith 
30 April 2024

In the fabric of spring, the map of life renewed unfolds

In the fabric of spring, the map of life renewed unfolds –
A vibrant painting in a blend of young shades of birch, acacia, and ash;
A symphony of colors that come alive in the effusions of triumphal dawns;
No fading like it – each ray reawakens the verdant glade.
Beneath the steps of Spring, the flowered carpet, dust of dreams and fruition,
The undulating tapestry – a living canvas of the blossoming present;
The seed of life sketched by merry sunbeams, now vibrant and vast,
Gathered in the bouquet of a new beginning – the fanfare of a fresh salute.
Spring stretches out its billowing dreams, yet a flower still persists
The fresh green has shed – the resting renewal blooms –
Radiance once yearning to grow – a network full of life revealed –
A delicate covenant of pollen, in an ode to rebirth, in fact, glorified.

Highway to heaven

Heaven is my goal
Heaven is my hope
Hope against hope
Hope to die for
For an afterlife
For immortality 
Immortality is deathlessness
Immortality is eternal life
Life free of pain
Life free of suffering
Suffering of the flesh
Suffering of the soul 
Soul gone astray
Soul vast and infinite
Infinite as the heavens
Infinite as human mind
Mind is consciousness 
Mind is omnipotent
Omnipotent as God
Omnipotent as Nature 
Nature that nurtures
Nature that nourishes
Nourishes spiritual life
Nourishes astral world
World of mysteries 
World of miracles 
Miracles of life
Miracles of air and water
Water is the sustainer 
Water is unique in universe
Universe of love and dreams
Universe of hope and peace
Peace is that elusive bird
Peace is that relentless quest
Quest that never fulfills
Quest that never expires
Expires as it begins
Expires and reawakens
Reawakens the goal
Reawakens the hope 
Hope for peace
Hope for love
Love alone can redeem 
Love alone can reclaim
Reclaim the lost hope
Reclaim the lost soul
Soul is a beacon of infinity
Soul is the axiom of immortality
Immortality…
Infinity...

Morning Dew

Written: November 26, 2023
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A raw day has dawned after a long night,
In the twinkling stardust of a soft blue light.

Bright rays of the sun appear, filling the sky,
A quest came to cease, the moon was high.

Songs of ecstasy that reverberate in the air,
Dress blooms for the show with allure, rare.

Dazzling dewdrops glisten on the lush grass,
Skin soft as velvet, a face as smooth as glass

The flying bees in the meadows buzz in tune,
Soaring birds ascend by the light of the moon.

Nature reawakens to imbue joy into our souls,
As the angels are perched above their poles.
 
Everyone contributes to their exuberance,
People favor cheering with youthful exuberance.

Fractured Smile Trimeric

Burned and completely dismayed,  
cold stare shadows the softest lips; 
Longing to feel safe to smile, 
never wanting to be hurt again; 

Cold stare shadows the softest lips; 
They can’t bring themselves to explore
the possibility of being open again; 

Longing to feel safe to smile, 
yet the chill protected for so long; 
Nothing penetrates like a thaw; 

Never wanting to be hurt again,
courage slowly melts the eyes;
Fractured smile finally reawakens.

For the Joy of Flowers

Spring sweetly breathes life
to tender buds on trees,
and from earth’s fertile womb,
seedlings’ small heads emerge
peeking out from the soil.
Climbing upward
toward the sun that sustains them,
and nourished too by rain,
they finally reveal 
their lovely blossomed faces
to the world.

Winter’s melancholy has fled
and has been replaced by
the cheerful appearance of
blooms that dance with the breeze
and flutter on bushes and ornamental trees.
I dance too for the joy of flowers
whose fragrance welcomes
darling hummingbirds and butterflies
into my garden.

Oh, joy for the beauty of whimsical snapdragons,
multi-colored tulips, romantic gardenias,
pretty peonies in pink, white and red,
the purple irises, scented primrose
and long yellow branches of forsythia.
Oh, for the enchanting joy of
perfumed sprigs of lilac
and my roses each day greeting me
with their every hue.
My muse reawakens as
my heart and soul swell 
with gladness
in the spring.

March 8, 2022
For the Spring Showers Or Spring Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
March 25, 2022 for A Brian Strand 1096 Poetry Contest

Wings Whispering Blissfulness

Flying dove-like in the midst of a sea of blueness
Bringing a warm sensory of quiet and peacefulness
A delicate quill floats and moves with the mild breeze
Each butterfly represents a profound gift of gentle ease.

Whispering Wings, indigenous force's benefactress
Tugging the chords despite purveying mercifulness
Meandering in the pristine wilderness same as wildebeest
It suspires into our buoyant spirits, looks, and sparest.

Gravitational radiation, mindfulness adjustments
Scarcely an effectiveness shrinkage upright abutments
Will achieve divine reality in everlasting eternity
Heart at God glimpses from the chasm of leniency.

Balmy justness heaves, and the spirit reawakens
The scarcity of crispness was withdrawn slice at once
Ecstasy has glowed, and the epitome run sway
Emptiness is hidden when the shapes shrink away.



Written: January 12, 2022

for the 'Whispering Wings' Poetry Contest or Chantelle Anne Cooke.

Echoes On the Mist

Listen intently to echoes 
   wafting off the mist of
   exalted mountains whispering, 
as designed poetry 'neath ether
   rapturously incites secrets 
      of versed journeys' resolve
 while quintessence reawakens
  'tween passages of stardust
     and eclipsed lunar moons,
knowledge of a lofty universe 
   lavishing abundant resources,
      whorling sumptuous seascapes

Without a Paddle

What time is it
I can't be too late
but I'm not too sure I can go through with it
My hands are shaking
and I'm a walking sweat machine
I'm so nervous
I can't hide it
it's written on my face
yet I can't wait till the right moment
when the right moment is now
yet I can't wait till faith in myself reawakens
I can only hope faith starts flooding in
when I start walking across the hall
I have said courage is all I have to my name
but courage is unknown waters to me
and I am in a boat without a paddle to help guide me
To say, to say I can get through this un-afraid
well I'd be lying
but I have to try, I have to try
even if I have to use my arm as an oar
I say I'm a bore
but I can't lose this moment
can't lose this chance
don't tell me the time
I don't need to keep it in mind
that I only have this once chance...

Nature's Phenomenon

NATURE'S PHENOMENON 

Beauty that is the life phenomenon with the scenic view
But those who can feel it and mesmerise its bliss were very few
A quiet place , with breathtaking waterfalls covered in all mist
Emerging the unmeasurable ocean with its cool breeze
Winds swirling in the blue and limitless sky
It's like a presence of holy heaven somewhere nearby
It's reverence on the earth is so much rare
But the human will never knew and feel it as a spare
From dawn to dusk ,From sunrise to sunset 
Biotic and abiotic components compiles like a illusion 
Makes the mother nature and changes it's presence with seasons 
It helps nurture ones soul, body and reawakens the lost spirit
Owning this earth is incoherent 
But we can have its benefits and keep it safe as it was inherit!!!!!

Dated:15 July 2016

In the Center of the Air That You Breathe

in the center of the air that you breathe
even though you are long gone
i push and pull and tug and shove until that feeling is perfect
i spray the ebony essence for the purpose of your liveliness
i spray the ebony essence for the saving grace of myself
in the center of the air that you breathe
even though the letter planted a stubborn elephant on my skull
i yell and scream and shout and exclaim your name until a forced makeshift echo 
is present
it is then that you appear as if on cue with forgiveness in your eyes
i smile with this temporary relief on the edge of an odd sort of insanity 
you walk slowly to me with your ample hips swaying with the booty speaking a 
quiet language to me
it is then that i become externallized from myself and yearn to do things that 
reawakens those senses overtaken by dust
i imagine you as the broom with pillow soft breasts sweeping me clean....off my 
feet again....
i think i will let you pull down the shade now....

First Shaman Encounter

Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan
      to its teeth of bone
eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty

- what do you want this late at night? surely
to seek help from the moon
black chicken
sticky-rice flower
      baskets : baskets

a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders
      suck the remaining portals of shame
at the split of banana leaves I look at her
purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden 
pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground
      my name once again
my name once again

- that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart
speeding out of my body
like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons:
“look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead”

two baskets
black chicken
one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan
      rolled its tongue in laughter
      its tickled eyes stripping all bare
its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road
I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!


Notes :
Kris – a dagger with jagged edges.
Kebaya – traditional shirt that ladies wear in Indonesia, typically made of see-through cloth or brocade.

Mankind's Last Hope

Life like Autumn's leaves
returns to Earth's coldest soil; 
Nature reawakens
each spring, but life never does:
Mankind's last hope lays in grave.


Written on 11/ 9/ 2013

Deluded Hope

deluded hope
torn and twisted and mangled

deluded hope
shredded and sliced and mashed

deluded hope
strewn beneath dimming skies

deluded hope

yet hope persists
hope thrives
hope reawakens
sweltering lives

may hope persist
may hope thrive
may hope awaken

my
knowing that
i am still
alive

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