Reconciles Poems | Examples

I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains

I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains,
The lights dissolve into a sea of colors, of green, blue, and red,
And I fade with them, like a dream slipping away at dawn,
I sigh my words onto the window, a silent poem meeting your gaze.
On nights like this, even breathing becomes a heavy task,
I hold your hand, but in your palms lies the weight of an unyielding war,
You watch me weep the tears of a life, a river of memories,
In a silence that sings the burden of an unspoken farewell.
There must be a way out, a path from the labyrinth of shadows,
Where light reconciles with darkness, and the soul finds peace,
A place where goodbye becomes a gentle whisper, carried by the wind,
And where the heart can learn to beat again, free from the weight of the past.
So I let the rainbow embrace me, to wash my colors clean,
As I move away from the specters that held me captive,
Seeking that corner of the sky where silence embraces hope,
And where parting becomes just a step toward a new day.

Glum Yet Grateful

Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn. 
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.

Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.

Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.

Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug

Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife

In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor. 
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.

Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again

Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.

Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe 
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.

My Selves

Many in me are pure hate and wrath.

Others, just peace and detachment.

But nothing emerges lucid and effective that reconciles all that I am.

In the afternoon I throw myself in pieces from the top of my endless abyss.

At night, I silently piece together the puzzle of myself.

I keep my selves in a dark and rusty box and I only release the ones I really am so that they look for me when I don't recognize myself in anything else.

State of Fate

Through the faded door of never mind.
Couldn't find the button to rewind.
A lost cause that was left behind.
Two stars that just never aligned.

The what if's stayed where no one looked.
One little taste and then you're hooked.
The pot was boiling but nothing cooked.
Turn off the burner, room's been rebooked.

You walk the aisles browsing the styles.
And then check out as love beguiles.
Succumbing  from her gentle wiles.
As you wonder if love reconciles.

The past caught up too late to matter.
There's no one left pitching the batter.
The game's been canceled on account of chatter.
The rules only count for the mad hatter.

I'm going home where no one lives.  
I do what I want, no one forgives.
As the meaning wanes with derivatives'.
When the walls and the ceiling leak like sieves.

The past is still calling, the present is stalling.
Tomorrow's creeping, but barely crawling.
Till love come's again to find you falling.
And chances of hope don't end up appalling.

First Draft Life

After breakfast
And a few chores,
The weight of the day
Is heavy upon me.

And so I strum, strum, strum,
Trying to sum up the
Essence of a sleepless night---
A night of hogwarts.

Not really--------------
There is nothing magical
About insomnia,
Or sleeping alone.

The past is heavy upon me;
The future is clouded.
Somewhere in the present tense
There is peace.

It is a journey---
Searching for the right time
To act, and then again
To be acted upon.

Some things we cannot control.
Some things are better
Left alone.
So I wait for death---

That great force
Which reconciles everything.
Meanwhile, the weight of the day
Is heavy upon me.

And So It Begins

when a little bird starts to fly,
when a baby stands on its own,
when an old seed pierces the earth,
when sun shines on a rainy day,
when a poor fish escapes trawling,
A ray of hope emerges,
that reconciles dispute between heart and mind
that heals the wounds inside my heart
that waters the plants wilting inside me
that brings back the spring to my barren land
that helps me nudge the success
and so it begins...

 Not for the contest

Open Thine Own Heart

Immerse in the tranquility of truth 
And believe in the opulence of your
Devine being, BEHOLD IT,
As the proof, You seek is THOU
As Heaven’s Breath of Spiritual eloquence
As an Infinite horizon
In the radiance of light of Heaven
As beyond Yourself 
As LOVE with Conscious intent
In the waves of Tenderness  
Ascending and Receding 
To return to the Egoless light 

Behold,
Open the gate of your Heart 
To witness the fountain of LOVE
The redeeming endless flow 
That reconciles LOVE to life 
                         
Dear wandering pilgrim,
The gatekeeper Of HEART,
BLEED THE WATER OF LOVE
EAGERLY and BLISSFULLY 
TO CLEANSE 
THE WORLD IMPURITIES     
And give gratitude to let the Fountain 
Of Purity, Kindness, and Tenderness 
Trail the robe of Bliss and Glory
TO BESTOW LOVE, 
HUMANITY And COMPASSION          
Until YOU REMEMBER 
that YOU are ‘’LOVE’’
THE ULTIMATE HEALER
THE ULTIMATE 
MANIFESTATION OF TRUE LOVE
THE TRUE SUBLIME CREATION OF LOVE

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.

If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.

Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.

With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.

R.J. Lindley
4-23 -1977

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.

Dancing To Music Only She Can Hear

Dance and prance my sincere lady of the night
Always listen to what’s clear and bright.
Never disclose your joy from the light.
Carry your soul happily not contrite.
I am amazed at your moves, without a fight.
Never looking at who watches in sight.
Granting victory, not ever any fright.

To the wind step lively as a sprite,
One note, one stanza, symphony delight.

Music makes her dance with great joy.
Unknown to others her tune does employ.
She can hear the music, others so coy.
Intentional movements she does deploy.
Creativity that no soul will destroy,

One chance, one love, she holds true.
Never letting her heart, feel blue,
Lady dances into heavenly hue.
Yet her mind has no clue.

Sounds within her heart plays so well,
Hearing beauty, others cannot tell.
Exemplifies her spirit, under the spell,

Crazy you might say, or is it her forte.
Always strong in will and graceful sport,
Not awaiting any certain partner escort.

Hearing, dancing, to only music she can hear.
Energizes and places her design of no fear.
Angelic leaps she abounds in complete cheer.
Reconciles her charisma, shall not disappear.

date written 10-05-2015

Haiku Surreal

Haiku fragment
Poignant moment;
Seeing clearly


Wander stops to wonder
Glimpse of magic;
Miracle moment


In a swift gust
Wind-blown mirage;
Reconciles nature


Stop by grass verge
Bushy grass flowers;
Following the wind


Silent joy
Awesome revelations;
Light heart strokes


Leon Enriquez
27 June 2014
Singapore

Laughter of Women

The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness

It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out

The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again

Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women

It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other

What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom

Night - Day

Darkness surrounds life
Evil shrines the night so real
Natures sleeping world


Restoring all new
Goodness prevails in the light
Realistic power


Between nights and days
Minuscule time reconciles
Ones disposition

written by
Cecil Hickman

writen for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name HAIKU HODGEPODGE ..TRIO

Bable

at this hour let it ring true

     he who sits and waits is the fool

a coward cries unto none

      the fearless seek forbidden fun,

the heart that bleeds for love

       screams in anger to the lord above

he who reconciles with the way things should be

       never learns to be free

words tossed to paper never making sense 

         fall to those who see ignorance

speak to soon 

         a thought not though through

easy to judge another

          harder to call him your brother

in the years that past

           it's words that last.

nothing to write but wanted to

            dumb lines I wrote for I have nothing new.

A Moment In Time

A moment in time where we must face ourselves
A moment that not all of us will treasure in the future
We are naught but a life, a soul, and a posterity
Forced to seek inner guidance
A moment in time that will force most of us into a deep state of self doubt and 
self pity
We will bring ourselves satisfaction by breaking an unpenatratable evil wall that 
reconciles from fear
Although for some it is possibly an abomination to do so
A moment in time that will bring a gift,
A gift to ourselves, a condescending demeanor of hope and praise
A moment that will bring us eventually just not to our downfall but to our death

My Inspiration

'Twas a boring days of October
When I viewed you which reconciles 
The prestiges of mine.

You incurred myself a neophytes
to prosperous prestige,
Incurred me with an inducement,
to be degree holder.

Yet, amazement rush,
Between you and me,
Six-annum surpassed.
Nevertheless, 
Even friendship is futile,
To both of us!!!

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