Short Immerses Poems
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a delicious pain engulfs us
aching bones drenched in bliss
presence immerses itself in the mix
which in truth is is-ness of being-ness
secrets divine whispered to us alone
in an unending continuum of time
beauteous in its presentation
Ah, I really know
this poem
from the heart, the
very same way I know my dear wife
in the dawning chill.
Rhyme reaps aged mind,
alliteration immerses
into the emotional sea,
sun rays darting
my skin, tenaciously free of boozes.
Viewing the massive content to be found
A lonely figure immerses itself, nearly drowned
Names become intrinsically entangled and bound
It screams and screams without noticeable sound
Trying desperately to be declared a winner and crowned
Yet revealed as simply someone less than profound
Find me when blue waters turn golden,
dusk creeps in, sea immerses the sun.
The soft pebbles and shells on the shore,
shall tell stories when I was there before.
In my heart warmth of your love I carry
and in fond memories you will…. find me.
Jan 18, 2017.
FIND ME AT SIX - Poetry Contest
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Fashion is my passion,
No limit but new creations,
No compromise on any situation,
Makes me trendy,
Leaving everyone in awe awe,
Long, short, soft or fluffy,
Makes me comfy comfy,
Fashion is my passion,
Immerses me with satisfaction,
Paints my day with vogue and style,
V.I.P treatment all the time,
This is my style
That we be as He, He immerses us in the realm of illusions, to employ free will for choosing resonation with the omnipresent love vibration. The doer, momentarily separated from the source within the dream, merely needs to recognise and choose alignment. Voluntarily.
Senses five bemuse
Our spiralling thoughts confuse
Let love be our muse
14-August-2020
Our God is bountiful because
He takes our care relentlessly,
with cornucopia of blessings.
Our God is bountiful because
His benediction is seamless sea,
immerses shore of life in serenity.
Divine ambiance He implants
with lattice of bliss in our soul.
On the path of truth we walk wise.
Our God is bountiful because…
November 15, 2020
Contest : Our Bountiful God
Sponsor : Julia Ward
The aged poet lies abed
Listening to the falling rain
Tap dancing on some metal roof.
Ever since he could remember
Rain has been a fascination
For him, writing sundry poems
About this heavenly liquid.
He doesn’t know exactly why
But rain always precipitates
A flood tide of inspiration.
Once again the propensity
Immerses him entirely;
This time in an unlit bedroom
With a single theme in mind: rain.
Art like Monet
It is like an alternate reality
Soft, vivid full of pureness
Unlike harsh reality
Raw and rough around the edges
Hustling for the next desire
Monet simply lies there
In its purest form
Of Watercolor Aesthetics
The waves of the water he paints
Immerses my eyes with clouds of subtle feeling
A feeling that is smoother than reality
Captured in a stroke
The paint on the grand easel
Monet
WHEN WE SEE A WOMAN
She is not just beautiful -
She immerses others in the stream of her beauty:
Our gaze is a request.
We seem to say to her, “We thirsty travelers
Beg for your glance, for your smile
Reflected in the pool of your eyes.”
And she, without the slightest effort
Grants our request.
We don’t just see her,
We receive and drink in her beauty.
Hollow turbine
Hollow turbine moves with its axis power.
Wherein immerses so depth of water.
With its power illuminate my city.
Put a step near my table lamp for creativity.
When stopped for generating power.
Remain there for counting hour.
Peep in window with trapped breath.
Darken night with hoot till power not brings forth.
I am bewildered for crying of wolf near dense bush.
Hissing sound and crawling of unknown tells me power of truth.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Whenever Death's cowl eclipses life's light
souls slip into perpetual darkness.
And fueled by tears of sorrow and fright,
faith finds hope in the power of prayer.
But Death leaves souls little time to prepare
for its eternal, surreal starkness.
Death seems an impenetrable curtain,
lowered with a sense of finality.
Whatever lies beyond is uncertain;
perhaps heaven, hell, or eternal sleep.
Death's depth, possibly infinitely deep,
immerses souls in its totality.