Ushered Poems | Examples

Zen mode

quiescent heart and vibrant spirit 
enlivened by bliss beats commingle
manifests within delightful surprises 
ushered when pheromones mingle

The Early Morning Bloom Has Opened Up

Death has ushered me into a new Home—
The Bloom has opened—wide—
No Chamber here for sorrow—
But endless Rooms—inside—

A quiet hush of Petals—
Unfurl upon the Air—
As if the Soul were Gardened—
By Hands divinely fair.

The Walls are made of Silence—
Yet Music drifts between—
An unseen Choir attending—
What once the Grave had seen.

I lay my old attire—
Upon the Dust below—
And walk into the Meadow—
Where the everlasting—grows.

The Bloom has opened—fully—
And bids me—enter so—
Goodnight to all my family --
I can now release my soul.

Pewterspear Track in Yellow: A Sonnet of Sorts

The wind rose early with the busying dawn,
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet,
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.

Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering 
                               rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping 
                                             colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...

Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.

Summer Scents

Each mote of dust that floats airborne
eddies on the light cool balmy breeze
ushered from wide open window
fragrancing the house with summer scents.

Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,
posies perfuming and performing
petals swishing by outside, free and alive.

Ushered from wide open window
pollen clouds wafts and wanes
settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep.

Fragrancing the house with summer scents
banishing all the stale still murky air
invigorating all within.

IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION

IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION

I once wallowed in apathy,
I once had bad feelings
Of being unworthy;
Struggling with failure:-
In anger, I once felt
God had abandoned me,
Until a keloid memory
Of a childhood lesson
In gracious spirituality,
Massaged my aching soul;
And with amazing divine
Wisdom and guidance,
I became blessed 
With the healing awareness
That lesson had taught:-

In renewed soul searching prayer, 
I sought action to replace apathy,
And labors of love were revealed;
I beggingly asked God for help
in arriving at belief self worthiness,
And it was profoundly given to me;
I knocked on the door of determination,
And opening widely, it ushered out failure,
Graciously ushered in faithful persistence:-

Indeed, with forgiveness and supreme love,
God has never ever abandoned me; rather,
It has always been me abandoning Him!
Yet, with His forgiveness and supreme love,
God has now eternalized me with living faith;
Energizing me in being an instrument of His love
And a reflector of graciousness in labors of His love:
To god be the glory for forgiveness and divine liberation!

Sunflower’s Blanket

Sunflowers Blanket

Like a flowers beauty existing before their blooming, I never had a doubt. Exuding their radiance with every sun glare, I am rejuvenated by their presence. Washed over by the gaze of admiration ushered, there is a beauty that brightly shimmers. Matched only by the coat of everlasting wonder. I compare you to the sight of a flowers summer.

Finish My Poem - The Butterfly

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew  
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
 
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue 
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true

Tis the vernal hour when nature's luster peaks and winter dirges no more wend.
Airy notes from feathered breasts, dutiful drones, bejeweled butterflies ascend.

Upon the indigo daze of an afternoon, my angel in lepidopteran disguise 
danced along this florid patch with plush pirouettes, calling "Rose, arise!"

"Still here, a bloom to seek and hold." Groggy, dolt, my petals of discontent...
quiet cold stole my blush, then by cruel degrees, I learned snow's resentment. 

But in a sun-lit-breeze ballet, God as big as the butterfly, weighing like nothing 
revealed the signs of a world renewed, and ushered me thru the rite of spring.

On the Verge

pastel spring's coming
ushered in by fresh fragrance
lemon blooms sunning

posh pink flowers peep
pearl snowdrops left with the clouds
blue roses still sleep

buttercups, lilacs
green ivy resumes its creep
daffodil comebacks

pansies rich and bold
flutter with peach peonies
pink sun marigolds

Prayers at Dawn

I’m ushered into a new day,
I walk along its path,  
As I long to be embraced by its elements,
I pray to find the door to the light of redemption.  

Nothing is within my strength to accomplish, 
I’m like a turbulent sea,  
Hoping to find tranquillity in the day I’m privileged to see,
I pray, Lord, for rest from my chaotic thoughts.  

How do I know if my devotion carries a worthy fragrance?  
I’m just clay seeking acceptance from the Potter,
I’m only dust yearning for a place in the palm of the Immortal One,
I desire to drink from the river of Your pleasure, O Lord.  

How can I change the tide?  
I’m encumbered, entangled, and entwined,
O Lord, hear my deepest cries,
Bring me into Your light as I draw close to You.


March 14, 2025.

Reading the Future

The lass came to consult in the darkening gloaming,
Shyly, she knocked on the frosted window
Of the gypsy’s cabin.  She was sick with trepidation,
As she was ushered into the musty, decrepit room.

The crystal globe on the table seemed opaque.
Unpredictable how things came fearsomely to a head.
The globe cleared momentarily and became luminous. 
Intimidating hums and aha followed this,
As if all has been quickly but ominously revealed.

The gypsy fortune teller’s voice was full of pathos,
“I see a young, valiant man guiding you into a shop.
Armed men entered to steal what they could.
Someone fired a shot.  The young man protected her.
He died on the spot.” All this she saw in the globe.

The young lass vowed she’d never enter into any shop,
But the gypsy assured her that she would do so.
The future cannot in any way be changed.  It was immutable.
The lass left; sure, she would be melancholy for evermore.


Fiction & Fantasy

Answered Prayer

Pain pierces the heart and injures the soul.
Bleeding and crying, we long to be whole.

Life's selfish acts injure all who are near.
Reaching out for help, but we retract in fear.

We cannot accept kindness as we live in pain.
On beautiful sunny days, we only feel the rain.

Sorrows on sorrows, we only exist on this day.
Faith and hope fade into the dark until we pray.

Slow drifting sands shift through our souls.
In awe, the sands swirl, making a visage whole.

Stars ushered in a being so wonderful and pure.
As his touch melts our woes with love as a cure.

On the Eve of the New Year, our brother mends at night.
Our hope and joy are restored, giving us a future so bright. 

We rise in this New Year as our wounds are healed.
Finally, the visage of our brother has been revealed.

Electric Blue-The Plugged in Biograph

My first recollection of life was "Hey Jude" on the car radio
I thought that was the coolest thing I'd ever heard
But at three years of age how much living have you really done
And from experiences what have I learned?
Looking through electric blue

Then I was ushered through The Seventies
Outside a world in turmoil, inside me a battle raged
As this introvert digested all that he's seen and heard
And at decade's end was coming of age
Still looking through electric blue

So came The Eighties and poser's dues were due
This dilettante joined an air band every Saturday night
Loved'em and left'em
Does that light have to be so bright?
Still looking through electric blue

Through the Nineties and as the Millennium approached 
                     things seemed out of place
Kids seeing things through a kaleidoscope
A change of guard I suppose but I don't leave my post 
      willingly, but I do leave a legacy in my poem tome
Still looking through electric blue

I forgot to mention the most important event
And before I close it must be said
That even though one day I will die
I will not be dead
Now looking (with a new perspective) though electric blue

Unsent Letters

Carlos, Hanna, my dear friends,
you met such early ends,
and I'm empty inside.
I ushered at your wedding.
Warm love you'd soon be spreading - 
the happy groom and bride.

I'll love you both forever - 
forget your friendship - never.   
Carlos and his spouse.
You treated me as your kin -
meals, holidays, way back when,
inside your cozy house.

Marriage, family and friends - 
you never said, "it depends".
You always honored them.
Your lives served as a guide.
To me you did provide
life's lesson - such a gem.

Carlos, all those years of pain,
despite cancer, you'd maintain
goodness through and through.
Hanna, what a shock to hear
you too were taken that year.
The world has lost you two.

So, this letter is to say, 
'twas too soon to go away,
if I could let you know.
Just sixty and sixty-three,
you meant so much to me, 
and I miss you so.

A Select Few

A Select Few
Tom Wright
Archives

A few times in my lifetime,
I’ve been blessed by the presence of those
whom God has ushered into a common trail.
These wonderful people caused me to search my soul,
challenged my thinking, and caused abeyant,
creative juices to flow; perhaps they came to me out of
obedience to God’s urging. Thanks can never
 be considered payment enough; but should 
 you be one of these, my gift to you
is friendship, undying loyalty, and love,
for lingering with me therein.
Tom


I’m not overly impressed with what some say they now
But quiet deeds that come to light impress me so.
Tom

PILGRIM AM I

"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22

Ushered by God to abide in His light
My steps keep walking along what is right
While I journey toward eternal place
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.
 	
Endowed with new creation’s holy might
My faith soars upward great reaching-out height
Propelled by the Lord to share love and grace
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.

Looking forward to living with delight
Glorious paradise of wonderful sight
I long for blissful everlasting ways
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.

Here on earth, my heart pleads for heaven’s rays
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.

June 5, 2024
8th place, "YOU CHOOSE 2024" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/25/2024

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