Short Sapient Poems
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A verse for you my most beloved
A beauty borne beyond the starlight
Rapid starts a heart so sapient
The eyes define a soul’s delight
Categories:
sapient, love,
Form:
Free verse
I always turn to every
Energy of inspiration
When I am downcast
Or in need
Of invigoration fast
Classy and sapient answers
Crowd my brain
Categories:
sapient, inspirational, memory,
Form:
Free verse
the aliens landed
at half past three
right in the midst
of day time tv
after viewing for two of hours
in rising dismay
they cancelled the invasion
and went on their way
they marked earth on their charts
not worth the strife
no longer supports
any sapient life
Categories:
sapient, culture, humor, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
This morning I listened
To the simpleton and the sapient man preach
Yet as they orated to
All we who came to listen and imbibe
I was lost
There was no distinguishing
One voice from the other.
Later as I pondered
All that which was spoken
Spewed aimlessly upon us
I knew that I could not agree
With that which was said
By the simpleton.
Categories:
sapient, introspection, life, philosophy, visionary
Form:
Free verse
"A poet is a sapient of notions,
And a serpent wrapped up in miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison.
And success in every session".
I heard but it’s not true for me.
God “where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death finales?
Where to live in this immoral place?
Why should I survive on this Immortal maze?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
Categories:
sapient, anger, conflict, death, depression, destiny, dream, how
Form:
Didactic
Immersed in doctrine from the very start
I never stood a chance to realize
that souls offtimes begin with works of art
God's truth opaque instills, demystifies
Sapient Mystics such as I can't comply
lifted up to the sky those amber eyes
of mine dilate, with questions giving rise
a sequence of pure grace with love agape
Buddhist velathums of sojournic plies
my soulful essence finally, takes shape.
January 9, 2020
Categories:
sapient, faith, journey,
Form:
Dizain
"Sentient"
They say
they don’t feel
like we do
their thoughts
a mystery
if they think at all
some say
it’s just a reflex
behind the eyes
the sentient confirms
we are stupid imbeciles
no comprehension
of our part in it all,
the grand story
connection;
in disgust
now reasoning,
the logic in us all,
where is the wisdom
in that, the sentient thinks
as a sapient
and turns its back on us
appalled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
sapient, humanity, muse, nature, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
Secreted are we
Our bliss every night one kiss
Meet at Mt. Uka*
As O-Kuni-Nushi and
Suseri-Hime once did
Escape jealousy
Our bliss every night one kiss
A dearth show of love
For now it must be enough
Our rapture depends on it
Foresight favors us
Our bliss every night one kiss
Sapient virtues
Chaste restraint, infinite wait
Choice removed- prorogued passion.
A. Green-
O-Kuni-Nushi and Suseri-Hime (lovers in Japanese mythology)
build their palace at the foot of Mt. Uka.
Categories:
sapient, devotion, hope, love, night, night,
Form:
Tanka
The Nature is of miserly nature
Keeps stocks of the yellow hue
Selective in its use.
Like a sapient gift-giver presenting
A dulcet beauty of sunset
Yellowish entire sky.
The nature nurtured by the Father Sun
Entreats us to view pale sky
And shivery small sip.
Bathing the flowers in shining color
But days of glory too short
Green pushing out yellow.
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2-4-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Kimo
First Place Win
Contest: Latest Poem by Leonora Ghalinta
Categories:
sapient, nature,
Form:
Kimo
Code of the veil was
darkening. You were searching for an
unwritten message in bandanna.
Rot was setting in flesh.
Sludge was becoming a stone
for an unmoving stream.
The talks had failed.
Hand-grenades will explode in shouts
later on, to resume the protocol of death.
Where we are going in evening
of woods ? To go searching for the sapient
ancestors, in city of fingers ?
Years were rolling by in fog.
The arguments were climbing on the
black hills to meet a drunk god.
Satish Verma
Categories:
sapient, art,
Form:
ABC