Wine Rubaiyat Poems | Examples
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Scriptures speak of light in our heart,
known upon adding love to cart
but we wish to nurture desire,
so how dear hermit, may we start?
We toiled and struggled, now we tire
because objects we did acquire
led us not to love, light and bliss,
so now our quest’s down to the wire.
Addicted to the serpent’s hiss,
we fear to give dark lust a miss,
so we look within for a sign,
caress of Divine Mother’s kiss.
Love in love with love does so pine,
for nodes within form to align
by bending low in stillness slow,
savouring nectar of bliss wine.
Truth of our being, if we’d know,
first repay debts of love we owe,
embracing all we chance to meet,
whence our soul’s light begins to show.
Within rises magnetic heat,
suffusing us from head to feet,
cleansing our heart, erasing sin,
whence we begin to feel upbeat.
Go in now hermit, just go in,
for God beckons us from within
the cave of our heart, where He dwells,
so let us plunge headlong therein.
Looking for a potent punch line,
on thoughts began to wine and dine,
which noticed not flutter of heart,
caused by love which for love does pine.
Vibrant living is a learnt art,
that needs us to add joy to cart,
koel’s song, taking all along,
the way soul’s ascent, we kick start.
Throb of love discerns right from wrong,
making aura bright and mind strong,
without which we’re on earth adrift,
oblivious to God’s bliss gong.
Dear poet, why merely words sift,
when in cave of heart, glows God’s gift,
radiant light, shining so bright,
enabling our consciousness shift?
Sotto voce a whisper sweet
if by chance we should come to meet
down in the valley where flowers bloom
shall we enter a two way street?
And if by chance this journey's fleet
with passion's effloresce complete
becomes our season's hope renew,
then would we love this vigil treat?
Inside that meadow of bright hues
will you wrap around my curlicues
and climb the tendrils of my vine
kiss me sweetly by heaven's blues?
Will my colors be rich as wine
when you hold me time after time
like the daisies tallish and wild
do you aim to always be mine
Long after sun has hotly smiled
Long after stars ablaze are riled
will you whisper to my petals,
sotto voce and undefiled .
June 5, 2022
Sponsor Sotto Poet
Contest Name Rubaiyat Contest
setting sun and that glass of wine,
a haunting song, a place to dine,
my heart searches for days now lost,
those lips and eyes that once were mine.
days now lost in the mist of past,
days that can never be recast,
that wilted rose will never bloom,
but.. scent will last ..forever last.
thoughts flicker in memory loom,
a smile, a laughter dispel gloom,
a brief moment that floats past me,
just you and me, in your bedroom.
that flowing stream by apple tree,
like birds with spring, two hearts agree,
when all is right and moon is bright,
beauty abounds in all we see!
those days are gone, nowhere in sight,
a grim silence in depth of night,
shall stay to watch the Sun go down,
dreams! in dreams shall meet albeit!
1st Placement
Written 28/05/2022
8 syllables each line, PS count,
5 stanzas with aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dded, eefe rhyme
Rubaiyat poetry contest
sotto poet
O’ Dear please don’t stare with your eyes, it only kills me
Red Roses blossoms day and night, destroys my serenity
Forsaking the palace and its wine, became a seeker to find
Who gave you those amazing eyes! Who holds such great ability!?
(09.15.2020)
The Four Seasons…
It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine.
The wine was so divine, made my blossoms glow.
The spring is for the youth, makes everything shine.
Summer came and I was older, full of joy.
I was in love, and love taught me to enjoy.
I was flying, kissing, dancing having fun.
Didn't know that the end is there to destroy.
The autumn was yellow, tired, full of pain.
My garden was there but flowers lived in vain.
The nightingales departed, my youth as well.
I could not see the way, clouds were crying rain.
Now is winter and winter promises cold.
I am there but alone, with no one to hold.
The garden is barren, empty, no more youth.
The only thing is there, is me that is old.
10/24/18 Haloo
This poem is in the form of "Rubaiyat", it is the plural form of Rubai. Rubai is a quatrain with rhyming of AABA. Each Rubai is a book by itself, it starts and ends within the quatrain, but when it's in a form of Rubaiyat, it follows the single theme with the same meter throughout. Poetrysoup has a good explanation of this format.
Forged in fire, born and bred
Like a lion in their heads
Open hand made fist by culture
Circles of violence upon well-worn treads
Prospering, only crows and vultures
Pick clean hesitant bones and falter
Glory and wine, tools of peacetime
Golden shovel; dig your graves by the altar
The thirsty rebel looks to the sky,
Shades his eyes from sunlight, dry
Vultures circling the once-green plain
Are waiting for them all to die
What's in a fight for the living to gain?
Glory, honor, protection in vain?
The bladesman's steel cleaves circles in heads
Circles of death, vengeance, and pain
Security by gunpoint paints the world red
Order and pestilence drilled into our heads
A propaganda spread by vultures
Controlling the reaper, profit from the dead
With every sweet breath that caresses my cheek,
And silky tresses that trellis love-scented sheets,
Each new morning is from you to me a gift,
When your face is the first sight my eyes meet.
Down sun-dappled streets and leafy lanes we saunter,
Golden beaches echo with our merry banter,
Every small café is our own private hideaway,
So long as you’re here with me, not yonder.
Your eyes dance with the flickering gold of candlelight,
When the moon rises and twilight takes flight,
The garnet of wine, the crimson of roses,
Adorn the modest place we share each night.
Is this but a mirage, or will it come through?
Will Fate smile on us, will love hold true?
For this glorious future my heart aches,
When every day is dream-tinged, blessed by you.
Heedless …
The nightingale is calling you to wake up.
Get up morning has passed; lot is to make up.
If you look at a mirror, what does mirror say?
Another night has passed, is time to shake up.
I am filled with water and a lot of dirt,
To me, this water and dirt cause great hurt.
Unless I go and ask what is going on?
How come I am the dirt that now is alert?
This ocean that the life came from was just mud.
The mud turned into life and then to some bud.
The time has passed, suddenly, there was a man;
He was so cruel he made red wine red as blood.
There was a droplet of water that was free.
It turned to a river, then turned to a sea.
The water saw the sun turn into steam,
It turned into a cloud, then rain, and then me.
3/19/17 Haloo
Inebriated…
This road that I’m going through ends nowhere,
This dream tonight I have again is nightmare.
Wake me up and pour me a drink just because
this world is nothing, nothing much I do declare.
My dear, dear youth, come back; aging is pain.
The way I ran and danced, now walk with cane.
My beloved youth escaped, cage is empty;
Whatever is left is pain; what is my gain?
I have a heart that cannot reside in my chest.
Whatever sees believes that would be best.
I left my house to drink, hope blinding my sight;
I'm afraid to look or to try one more test.
My empty jug of wine is calling me tonight.
Tells me to get some more, the same sheer delight.
They told me that I live and I will be gone soon,
If I don’t drink today, tomorrow die, I might.
10/10/16 Haloo
Aging soul
My soul is aging within dirty cage.
My life is in pain from youth to age.
Until to hear news that my soul returns;
I hope there is more written on this page.
To me sixty-three years, I know, I know not.
Too many books, drawings to show, I know not.
The more I know, I know more that, all is pain;
what do I need besides love to grow, I know not.
Of course, there is blossoming garden there.
Angels and birds flew there, from everywhere.
Until beloved comes from high above;
I drink to it because drunks do not care.
Too much to drink to me is just soul food feast.
That bitter sweet wine, will change man to beast.
No wonder that I'm not the man used to be;
Pour me another cup to forget at least.
8/25/16 Haloo
A satchel of poetry rests over my shoulder
A silver pen, parchments and paper, and a journal
Laying them, next to the wine, on the blanket, next to you
And you are Mars to me, and I Venus
Never will I forget love gone away,
Your beautiful memory I will not betray;
Endless and unbroken my eternal weeping,
I will never stop coming with a rose bouquet.
Always in my mind you come creeping,
Till the end this sorrow is for my keeping;
Timeless and unfading this is a love divine,
Forevermore darling, of you I will be dreaming.
Sometimes, in my dreams we entwine,
One day it seemed your hand was in mine;
And you kissed my hair and red lips so sweetly,
This Valentines Day I will drink your favourite wine.
Never will I let go of love felt so deeply,
Always remembering how you loved greatly;
Sometimes, I think of meeting above one day,
With my heart bleeding, I trace your name lightly.
_____________________________
February 10, 2016
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Love Eternal
Copyright Protected, ID 16-755-489-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Holy blood and water flowed out from death
Scent of water scattered the whole earth
Graves torn down, lifeless bodies gained new life
Heaven opened and lo! Lost church’ rebirth!
Sparkling water kissed the babe’s forehead;
Bless the scent of water the infant breathed!
Now -- spotless, blameless, and of pure heart
Free of sin inherited from frail Eve.
As liquid trickled down his face ignite
Heaven’s radiant light shoots out earth bright,
Spirit dove perched in peaceful glory
Upon him whose soul is the Father’s delight.
Impoverished jar, thirsty infidel
Flamboyant wine filled you to the full
Water gushed out to quench your heart’s deep thirst
But the world’s delight cannot sate your soul!
Poor woman kept coming to the town’s well
To fetch water for her daily drink, till
She asked for the scent of water -- Enough!
Eternal life’s fragrance enriched her soul!
** Inspired by the Bible and the Readings from the Church Fathers today (7/13/2014)