Its signs are writ upon the seeker's heart,
yet still, the seeker cannot ken those signs
until his heart becomes exposed to light… ~Rumi
Man is oblivious to the notion of Life,
the peccant nature of his dealings.
Its signs are writ upon the seeker's heart.
A sybarite is often a slave to his habits,
leaving a huddle of vapid bonds in his wake;
yet still, the seeker cannot ken those signs.
Impervious to the unction being ephemeral
beliefs give his life some verisimilitude,
until his heart becomes exposed to light …
Categories:
sybarite, philosophy,
Form: Carpe Diem
Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust
If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds
and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees;
life serves best those adventurously bold,
walking worn paths, resting under its trees.
Seek in truth the great beauty God has made
the opulence of colors in blue skies;
let not dark, thy human empathy degrade
to sorrows that in turn, love's joys deny.
Instead, denude kings of their purple cloaks
and the golden castles they have stolen;
take time to visit regale forest oaks,
ride the rapids of rivers swift and swollen.
Abandon dead trails, thy Sybarite lusts
in Nature's awe, seeking heart there adjusts.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018
Sonnet, ( Nature's Great Gifts And Its Awesome Healing Powers)
Categories:
sybarite, appreciation, art, autumn, deep,
Form: Sonnet
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 25
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Not gods but by men in the full-length skirt
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb
Do not men in frocks drive terror promise doom
Those who heed not words they stuff into gods first
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Can honourable men raise gods from the tomb
Invite them back to earth slake believers’ thirst
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb
Who split their gods’ words plunge followers in gloom
Make dissenters fight staunch believers first
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Sexless men tear each other under own dome
Then order robot men to give up the ghost
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb
Who forbids men from praying under one dome
Don’t middle-men stoked by sybarite Sophist
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb
- End of Part One –
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
sybarite, anti bullying, freedom, religion,
Form: Villanelle
Darkness engulfs
Loneliness stings
black of darkness engulfs
Mood swings
pain of parting bluffs,
Desires denied
as all the plans trash,
My heart He spies
my subtle emotions crash,
Fire of anger
burns till the core,
Mankind is in danger
higher flames galore,
See myself lying
amidst many soulless,
Once sybarite
sleeping in earth's lap,
If eyes stare in zero
and refuse to blink,
Pull the lids hard down
watch out for sunrise !
Written Oct 20th, 2015
For contest "Dark and twisted #2" by Nathan D
Categories:
sybarite, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
I confess. I have come
to reckon death, as royalty.
To perish is to live. I
have learned to die freely.
Somewhere within a trance,
I came face to face with love.
She has devastated me unto life:
life became poetry, my balance.
Torpor, mother of anguish,
Have I graduated? Or am I
but a fantast—conquered by
a dream? Or am I tainted?
I drift. Lady Professor, winsome,
vibrant, so alive, I have touched
thee in spirit; but I suffer; for
desire, hath remained untouched.
My senses are whet; but I have
learned to suffer; I have learned
to do without. Rancor I have
not: within my desert storm.
I am burning aflame: thoughts
of lust. I am a sybarite: the last to
trust. I have become ambivalent.
I am no more than philosophy.
Cry upon God for me! Pray that
my wistful soul breaks free. Cry
upon God for me! Pray that God
beaks me free; for I am burning.
I am a building aflame; freefalling
into a sea of pain; but Cleopatra
is near, rejuvenation, unto tears.
I will again breathe; despite my fears.
Glenn Jr. Marchand
Categories:
sybarite, lifegod, god, me,
Form: I do not know?
Beautiful fragrance
Fulfilling visual needs
Like a sybarite
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/29/2009
Categories:
sybarite, nature
Form: Haiku