Short Propels Poems
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In acumen altruism defined
Anger burns mangled mind
Thoughts seek revenge blind
Soul propels soothing wind
Serene sense sanity aligned
The clock winds up
as youth develops
Then winds down
as age envelops
The first propels us
~ the second’s jealous
Lively at eight, the pool’s a.m.
Morning coffee’s brewing; I’m bending.
Noodled ‘til class end, then I sip.
Ostentatious sciatica
Propels me into later wake.
Faith fosters fearless furtherance,
Propels purpose, persevering pursuit,
Usher unperturbed, undying utterance,
Imputes imbibes independent institute.
July 24, 2022.
the flow of life propels us
love tweets are uttered
the echo may return
or it may not
vibrancy exults
nonchalance is still
this orientation epitomises
our bilocating consciousness
negating our solidity
we wish to vaporise
wherefrom comes the pull
that propels us to feel full
what a joyride
with God inside
as silence layers silence
in a rapture continuum
06-February-2023
The rocket launch recliner
propels her to the moon;
with Ativan for fuel,
she’ll be to Saturn soon.
When shortly she returns,
both feet upon the land,
and Benadryl departs,
I hope the trip was grand!
magnetic pull, propels our soul
transfixed in bliss, making us whole
each moment reborn, as heart sighs
currents taking us, to new highs
one with God, there remains no goal
05-August-2021
silence propels magnetism
bliss currents dance within
our attention is thus fixated
as soul presence witnessing
transmutation of mind-body
burning, becoming the flame
in an endless time continuum
15-February-2023
The honey moon[Alliteration]
Tobi takes Tope to Thailand in a top class Train,
which makes Mike to marry Michelle
in Cynthia`s crystalline church,
This baffles Becky Baker but,
Propels Peter Parker to pick a powerful package.
The dream of love propels me
To shape a loving rhyme
A beautiful dream, surreal and supreme
Unravelling divine…
As more likely this will be returned
Then I will surely beam
Reading every word of love
Delivered from a dream.
Dig deep
Dig deep my friend
Unearth the last living breath
The one that propels the
dream
The surface is shallow
Dig deep
Treasure hunts in humility
Excavation of the soul
Searches for the lost cities
Dig deep
Dig deep my friend...
Quatrain #342:
SOAR
Speak fondly here of love that knows,
Observe how cheer goes with the flow;
Applause firms near the flight most bold,
Ride that odd fear that propels show.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2016
Singapore
Functional faith-trekking midst divine light
propels compassionate reaching-out flight.
*Ephesians 3:17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love…
October 9, 2021
drawn to a fragrance we claim as our own
as the pull divine propels us along
path strewn with rose petals we walk alone
attuned to the throb of the cosmic gong
cajoling glowing heart to sing soul’s song
doing nothing save following the scent
granting love consent paves way for ascent
What is it inside him
that won't let a man rest
That propels him forward
to pass every test
Is it a voice
or some type of surge
Where does it come from
this burst, this urge
Though I can't feel it stir
I know that it's there
It must be God's Presence
showing He cares
The display by Birds(Limerick alliteration)
Heron helps the hen to hew a house dock,
This propels parrot to peak the peacock,
which fights fowl to the marrow,
Thrush sings songs of the sparrows,
Delightful to my dear deluded duck.
*dedicated to all creative writers all over the world esp p.soup poets*
On metallic wings of hope,
violent noise propels man
through clouds of faith,
through the troposphere
and beyond
in accelerated exploration.
With every pound of thrust,
prayers gain altitude,
and the wonder
of universal forces
is magnified.
In time we'll know
if they've seen
the Eye of God.
Gone are the days of troubled waters
And the triumph awaits me in the scenic euphoric height,
Hence fades away the hammer-storm from the land of the gutters
As the wish-desire propels the destined splendor of my flight.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
I long for the music
whispers of beauty hum,
smoky flares of red summer days,
man on fire lifts from brewing flames.
Sun over dark river propels
layers of colored light, vivid streamers,
and story white pages.
Morning bliss comes in
between the first true notes,
aroma spills across eyelids
its skin turned coffee dark.
Dreams of Peace
Peace is an illusive, transitory state of mind
Equality fiercely sought, for all humankind
Awakening to the truth, we are denied
Crisis among nations, propels and maligns
Ending wars, attaining world peace, a dream declined
You
Are
So blessed
Empowered
Sweet and so simple
World, with you, smiling all your life
No promises reneged as life propels you to do
No excuses as visions in life encircle everything to be right and World smiles
You are God's best creation among the created because with you, everything comes alive with joy and pride that makes the World strong and bright
The writhing yellow flames consuming the void,
Luminescent rays beaming through the window.
Shaking floor as the burning fuel
Propels us through empty space.
The lifeless world, endless but finite,
A curious cluster of dust.
No end in view, no beginning to look back on,
Just the filler in between.
A singularity of space and time,
Sitting alone in the cold.
as life propels us along,
with heart singing its own song,
dream forms playing on a screen,
reflects light of our soul’s sheen
poised in stillness in each storm,
emptiness being the norm,
from a centreless fulcrum,
throbs the soundless cosmic drum
gong of Om all pervading,
with light of Self unfading,
the reality for us,
in peace aboard God’s bliss bus
The that that holds existence within its womb,
which though in stillness, propels life in motion,
donning for each performance, a new costume,
as both the burning sun and the cool ocean,
is felt when bliss within form begins to zoom,
serving our presence with utmost devotion.
God’s dance beauteous is at play everywhere,
recognised by void-centric souls who’re aware.