TO BASKING ON THE SHORES OF MY POETIC SEABED
Lying here on the shores of the seabed of poetic creation,
May this flow of waving words stream joy, worthiness, and
Inspiration to the thirsty eyes they froth upon; hydrating them,
And energizing sad, weary souls with peace, love, and hope.
May such allegorical words overflow into waiting cups,
To later be sipped by a deciphered understanding of minds
Hungry for awareness, truth, and guidance towards liberation:-
Indeed, may God pour out of my poetic cistern, his divine wisdom.
And for these frothing waves of words of peace and love,
I would be in dehydrating remission if I did not give praise
And thanks to my fellow blessed scribes who likewise
Continue to water my poetic seabed with nourishing grace:-
It might have been the wind that blew him in. The windows rattled from the blow. The trees dropped their leaves and swayed to and fro. It had to be the rain that dripped his name, spelling it out in an endless refrain, over and over and over again. It must have been the sun. We were so young. Basking in it's rays those early days. Soaking in it's warmth, it's penetrating heat, when our bodies at first did meet. It was in the snow that I let him go. Blankets of white blurring my sight. A cold, unforgiving heart, choosing to part. Yes, it was in the snow.
Under shade of heaven, exposing a cheerful firmament…
my special child, mirth-filled, basked with delight
since he had in his possession, freedom-might
precious more than gold for optimized play engagement.
Midst temperate weather, calmed by azure sky…
his boyish complexion welcomed sun-exposure
while his untrimmed hair found beach-pleasure
on that gracious vacation he had his kite fly high.
Frolicking in the sand after his gracious revival lease
my special child showed blissful praise-driven gratitude
moving my faith, like bud, to bloom with patience-fortitude
through God’s eternal* love while the Lord I seek to please.
*Jude 1:21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.
August 2, 2019
4th place, "A Summer's Day Redo" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 8/29/2019.
May day...I'm at the back
Listening to Chinese traditional music:
That bamboo flute in tuning,
Synchronizing with my thoughts
Amazed at our species capabilities,
All hail earthlings, keep the rain for me!
Serving services and handling handles,
Clumsy hands, O pardon me
Life so so slippery but my madam-
Helps me, O Blavatsky...
Stretching your will from the H and P
We all know life's a pain
but you taught me how to gain,
From questioning my existence to existing,
I know now that "I am" the gift,
So I'm giving presents,
Its not Chris-mas, but me...
Have you missed me?
Been present since the first day
May day....
Basking On White Sands
white sandy beach opened her arms to me
I ran to her shores lapping the blue seas
sun, water and wind blend
her triple treats a godsend
sets of big waves came, and white sands glee
connie pachecho
8/30/17
I’m most in need of a pure dentition
to make each of my flow stay correct
I fall to her hype of perfection
on each of her ten Nays, I resurrect
the ship sail gets bad on navigation
my mast so shy and not for once erect
one hit and more give the irrigation
wets my big hope with her nod direct
a new dawn but seem not from the sun
the race was long on a rose who’s the run
it is the end and I give a big yawn
I now hold her hand and think time will bend
all love SMS gets real on each send
she’s now in love, this I can’t comprehend.
there are no limits to where i can go
when i'm walking on the sand
peace and contentment are a close stones throw
and they perfectly go hand in hand
in the ocean breeze I can fully breathe
and I know just where to start
the rhythm of the waves set my mind at ease
i fall in love with with pristine blue art
now here you come all sunscreened up
with a smile that makes it all glow
my heart is a volcano that always erupts
when i view your ebb and flow
we walk hand in hand in pure enjoyment
with no single worry in mind
we bask ourselves in the glory of the anointment
we let ours selves just unwind....
BASKING IN LIGHT
I have no clue
Why you feeling blur
Forget about any overdue
Rather quest for various hues
Outside there's MR. Sunlight
Filling the sky with its bright
Men and women on sight
Wonderful in broad daylight
Come feel the humid hush of breeze
Don't worry it will not make you freeze
Nor will it make you grace
But sure, It will show you daze
Feeding light for the green grasses
Serene views of mountain terraces
Magnificent in God's unending grace
Never tearing us in a haze
By:
olive_eloi
6:13pm
10/08/2013
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Basking in Moonshine, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Claire de lune
(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Claire de lune » by T. Wignesan. Again I try to keep to the original syntactic patterns and visible layout, but I must admit I could produce other renderings which could equally do justice to the probable « intention » of the poet.)
None may ask for better landscape than where souls lie
Wherein might rove charmingly masked bergamaskers
Strumming their luths while dancing but who well nigh
Look stricken under their outlandish disguises.
Verily singing in a murmurous tone
Love that triumphs and life’s seizable worthiness
Yet hardly seem to believe in their own good fortune
And their song dissipates into moonlight’s pallidness,
Into that sad yet pleasing stillness the moon engenders
Which must surely induce birds in trees to dream
And to gush ecstatic through sturdy water spurts,
Tall chiselled water columns against marble gleam.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I'm camped on the shoreline in a very thick bog area,
surrounded by sounds of crickets, frogs and other voices of nature.
A turtle basks just above the water's surface.
For hours I relax and peacefully view it,
but alas, this is all in my imagination.
The turtle has been basking in its large fish tank aquarium,
where at times I will gaze upon it for hours, my mind a wandering
Basking in moonlight, just you and I.
All around us is only the sea.
On a bed of pearl white sand we lie
basking in moonlight, just you and I
watching clouds drift in a sapphire sky.
Balmy breezes, sweet tranquility!
Basking in moonlight, just you and I;
all around us is only the sea!
when the rain has stopped
falling
down
upon
our
heads---
we see people flocking out &
under the sun to
collect the
beams
to
bathe in the
vitamin d
to
flee the seasonal affective
disorder (SAD)
which may have started to set in
when the serotonin
has increasingly been
depleting in the brain
during the winter & the fall.
you can see folks dance
& the fact that vitamin d staves off
many cancers
doesn’t exactly hurt---
an added bonus to longer days
&
a host full of laughs &
good
feelings---
as hallmark ©
greeting card-ish as that sounds,
it is pretty obvious to anybody
that when the sun comes out
some frowns settle down
&
surrender to the
smile---
at least for a while.
I lie here basking
in late summer’s dwindling rays
and I contemplate. . .
all that which I have:
knowledge, skills, comfort, good health,
family and friends;
those things I’ve always possessed;
those wished for. . . now manifest.
summer’s sun sets, yet
harvest’s sunrise is coming. . .
happiness warms me
For DeLIGHT, Good Vibrations Poetry Contest
1. I am a poetry book. My title is "Basking in Life."
2. This book contains many chapters dealing with those things in which I bask, meaning, the things that brighten my life. This book includes my reflection on life and love, recollections of happy times, humorous things, my family, pets and grandkids.
3. My favorite poem in my Poetry Book is the Intro poem. It's in senryu form and it reads as follows:
lying on a beach
basking, my pages exposed . . .
brightly singing poems
For Linda-Marie's "I Am a Poetry Book" contest
Missing the entanglement of our longing limbs
Embracing the indulgence of our carnal whims
Kissing ravenous, your mounting sighs grow
Savoring skin eager, but savoring slow
Our union blissful, lustful, lovely
Held closely you hold captive the passion of me
You control the senses I call my own
My sight’s your kingdom, and touch your throne
My wish is to find the nerve of your pleasure,
Send it over the threshold and double the measure
If a prize was sought, it’s this moment I capture
The want of seeing your face wrapped in rapture
So lovely half closed lids, lips parted, breaths heavy
Under these stars we achieve rhythmic melody
We are the band….and we’re playing our song
……Laughing, basking aftermath….the tenderness is heaven
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