Best Recede Poems
It's so dark outside, my eyes can't distinguish where sand meets water. Somehow, dusk has come and gone, plunging the evening into darkness.
But even as my eyes yield to this opaque absence of light, my other senses heighten. I can hear the crash of waves as they abuse the shoreline, sending foaming water up the beach in icy streams. I'm lulled by the sound of polished pebbles colliding like marbles as they recede with the waves. I can feel the sea's cool mist against my face, taste its salt on my lips. The scent of seaweed drifts on the breeze in gentle wafts - and then, slowly, the faintest whiff of smoke.
I glance over my shoulder, where a tiny dot of light penetrates the darkness. It's a beacon on this cool night, and I walk slowly toward it, digging my toes into the soft sand with each step.
dim moonlight
peeks through thinning clouds--
fire crackles
He's still there, stoking the fire, feeding the flames until the heat is tangible. The air wavers between us like a veil - a line I want to cross. He stirs up clouds of smoke, stirring feelings within me as I watch his busy hands. I wait patiently for him to notice my approach, and when he does, my breath catches.
rainbow flames
burst from seasoned maple--
blue eyes sparkle
I watch golden light flicker across his skin, softening the lines of his face. He abandons his task, moving around the fire until he stands before me, smiling as if he knows my heart is thundering in my chest.
He waits for a painstaking moment to pass. Then he kisses me with toasted marshmallow lips, pulling me down into his lap to watch the sparks rise like fireflies into the breathless night.
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
Livers
bleed
lungs
gasp for breath
vessels of poetry
read
pain disappears
tears recede
love floats above the sea
tides of sadness
recede
planted in marshlands
seeds
friendship bloomed
living for words
no longer matters
I embrace my brother
love his might
standing on cliffs ledge
gazing this new morn
softly I whisper
we are one
This Life
From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived tons.
Spirituality, is life,
I found this on my long journey;
and when life stabs me with her knife,
I seek the deep green and ferny.
In the silence of a forest,
I contemplate all chosen paths;
in the peace of a birds chorus,
yet, still I feel the sting of wraths.
With a mindset of courage, strength,
and a moral way of thinking;,
and a soul with great depth and length,
I just face this twisted life unblinking.
My Next Life
I can see a girl in shadows,
she looks like me but is not me;
I will find her in death's repose,
and will awaken as this she.
In afterlife, I am reborn,
to a unique language spoken;
odd rituals to welcome morn,
I find symbols of God broken.
My past life is gone and erased,
I have no emotions at all;
there is no sorrow to be faced,
no friends, no lovers to enthrall.
This new life a bottomless void,
I wonder for this place called Earth;
for here I am a humanoid,
maybe, maybe on my rebirth.
As Our Breath Flows, Here and Now
So, having considered all this,
I think I will embrace living;
seeking serenity and bliss,
total acceptance and giving.
I am okay with the fast pace,
and will be the best I can be;
for the Lord will provide me grace,
life a puzzle given to me.
I will weep and mourn when I must,
will hold to my heart memory;
write words to release as stardust,
and treasure each sweet reverie.
And when death comes to claim this girl,
let me repose deep in my grave;
beneath blue sky where the clouds swirl,
and lay roses like a red wave.
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December 8, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/Doublethink Beliefs
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1411-921-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Doublethink Beliefs
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 12/31/2021
First Place
I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.
The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves
was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....
A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler
This solemn shore of atrophy called grief,
would sail on, sail on from this moor of thief -
while yesterday I smiled, and did achieve
today am stricken to a nodding leave!
This buckling of intent, I do perceive
is more than time can counter or receive
do take more time with me and yet proceed
to bolster me - my actions so recede!
What fondness should attain in this bereave,
it is a mocking sign, its own conceive
is born anew, with someone's silenced knave
and never felt so sharply, now its slave!
has manifested to a halting save -
and captured those surrounding . . . . . true love's grave!
As the tides slowly recede
Remnants left upon the shore
Reflecting beneath the sunlight
That bathes them now, from beyond the once obscure depths
Shimmering and glistening, souvenirs to soon be found and held
By the eager eyes of a childs tender hands
Whom shall rescue them, from their once solitude
No longer their existence without a purpose
For a gleeful heart will bring them home
To be treasured, for countless years to come
And the tales which they shall both then share
Within the smiling whispers amid the night
Innocence of purities never ceasing hearts
Still capable of dreaming, all things beautiful and true
Enchatings impossible, beyond the imaginaries of hope
Stories from the waters, that washed them across all time
Into the warmth of a perfect child
That breathed the breath of belonging, for them both
Through the many magical wonders, of unsullied sight
Thousands of years upon their journies, to this destiny they have arrived
Beneath the glories of Heavens always knowing
Their fate, and their final resting place
In the softness of the endlessness, of the majestical splendors of a child
Where through they crossed these dark and murkened currents, to someday arrive
To be loved within restoration, was their longing and belief
All along as they journied, through this realm of translucent space
This place between nothing, toward these havens of faith
Dlivered from the shadows, into the light of conditions no more
Belonging to their finding, a million stories to be unveiled
To the amazement of a child, whom saw their reason from afar
As with joy they embraced them, and held them close to their heart
Cast upon the shores, glittering treasures beneath this sun
Gathered by the hands, of a perfect one
Beyond the night, it was love, that finally won
The reasons for it all, wrapped eternally, within the purities from above....
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The Seashell and The Child
Form:
I loved you once like sun rays love the earth
Like drenching rain that brings with it new birth
I loved you once like waves that reach for shore
And then recede to come in strength once more
I loved you once like stars that pulse with light
Held captive to the Milky Way’s delight
I loved you once like moonbeams touching trees
That dance within the branches as they please
I loved you once like clouds that grace the sky
Ethereal testaments to love on high
I loved you once like tender falling snow
Embellishing the world in splendid show
I loved you once like angels drawing near
To bring the needed comfort and to cheer
I loved you once like flowers dotting land
that blush in bloom of love in fusion grand
I loved you once, but once a lifetime fills
My life without you is devoid of thrills
I loved you once and earth was paradise
My sheer delight in love defied disguise
I loved you once; I love you for all time
You’ll never taste a love as sweet as mine
I loved you once, and once lives on in me
For you that once is part of history
Eileen Manassian
White evanescent waves roll on the shore
with such felicity of frothy bliss.
Rhapsodic sounds explode as they explore;
present the waiting beach their foamy kiss.
Above, the dulcet sounds echo the call
of gulls, neath radiant, pale sapphire skies;
plethora of white V-shaped wings asprawl,
invokes idyllic sights that mesmerize.
As waves recede, a shell remains onshore;
perhaps a talisman brought forth for me.
What living thing, like a cacoon, it bore,
and now to me came from this deep, dark sea.
The sky and sea hold treasures each their own;
but special are the gifts from depths unknown.
January 23, 2016
Premiere Contest: Gifts
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Let me translate
My love for you
From written.... to spoken....to touched
From syllable sensuality
To physical functionality
From verbal to nonverbal virtual reality
Or better yet
Let me translate them into YOUR language
Yes, I’m a polyglot glutton
craving your satiation
Interjection velocity
Groan and grope physicality
Touch and tease and taste temerity
Chaste words undulating into unchaste carnality
Let me translate
In meanings that you understand
Points of reference that you rant and pant
In my ear…say it in a chant….
Over and over...
I won't let you recant
your forbidden fantasty frolic…
Baby...I’ll grant
Let me translate
Into the language of YOU
I understand
Your savage need laced with greed….
concede....every one...
to me
This wave won't recede
till that passion is freed...
by my deliciously devilish deed...
My pleasure peaks uncontrollably
Rocked in your volatility
Word translation ecstasy
Come together finality
Verbal.......
non-verbal.....
G~R*A~T*F~I*E~D
unity
So, just let me....
Let me translate
My love
For
You
Eileen Manassian
Huge red-orange sun slowly recede,
Upon the sky seem to bleed;
Whispers of night, calling home,
Such sunset days rarely spent alone.
Look ahead to starry skies;
Not time for early goodbyes.
Without love cannot the heart grow-
A new day comes beyond the rainbow!
Warm Paris breeeze gently blow-
Roses atop the bureau;
Music with a certain ease;
Smooth jazz, if you please.
In darkness of shadows, waits he!
The night is young-for me!
Stars appear, quiet avenue.
Farewell dawn skies of baby blue.
When from misty dreams awakes,
When tomorrow sunrise overtakes,
Come listen music play,
On gold terrace of the sunny day!
She waited....
heart beat expectancy
to heightened degree
it would come
It MUST come
every day
waiting
for the message
"There must be a mistake!
How could he just vanish
disappear into thin air
and not care
No, there must be
some explanation!"
Perhaps he was sick
perhaps he was dying
and he didn't want her to know
wanted to spare her the pain
all sorts of crazy thoughts
keep her awake at night
as she waited
and waited
for that message
The months passed
the pain grew and didn't subside
it didn't grow dull
nor did it recede
it did bleed...
though her eyes it tore
down her cheeks it bore
her disbelief
it could not be
where was the message???
asking for...forgiveness
begging for....love
a second chance
revival of romance
She waited
for that message
waited because her faith in him
refused to be shattered
though battered
by the calendar mockery
day and month debauchery
Yet...each new morning brought hope
steeped in the belief
of his chivalry
and integrity
for the one whom she knew
could not be the one untrue
cruel and heartless enough
to have to taken her for a fool
she grew heart old
and soul weary
dead on her feet dreary
as she waited for a message
a message
that never came
Eileen Manassian
in this place
now
here
in the safety
of this languid afternoon
I close my eyes
and listen to her voice
her sigh
with your hand on my thigh
knowing as I do
that there is no pretense
or disguise
no need to hide
I am who I am
She assures me
It's fine
Awash in need
I let my body plead
I care to dare every hindrance
to disappear
because I deserve
to let the woman in me
be free to feel
Ecstasy makes her appeal:
"Make it REAL"
roles reversed in revelry
the pleaser now yearning to be pleased
the giver becomes the receiver
and all is as it's meant to be
for you and me
I let my thoughts fly
no earth and no sky
nothing matters
forgotten the where and why
no need to be shy
nothing
except this build up
sensations born of feelings
this surging urge
for sensual supremacy
to be
to arrive
knowing it will come
knowing
the world will stop
as it has before
wanting it again, once more
pausing at the pinnacle of passion's pride
all things having been played right
as it should be
release
of pain
of hurt
of everything...
everything but Ecstasy
who prolongs her stay
I don't chase her away
I hold on
let her play
have her way
in the wake of her spray
I lay
Sated sigh
on my high
I cry
eyes closed
slowly
slowly...
She loosens my hold
and with kisses on my face
she starts to recede
back into the realm
of fantasy freed
echoes of "I love you"
coming through
the haze starts to lift
and I drift...I drift
fingers in my hair
kisses everywhere
Ecstasy exhausted
my eyes flutter open to see
my life back in focus
it resides
there in your eyes
my destiny
Let it be
Oh, let it be
Always...
Ecstasy and you and me
Eileen Manassian
Be not forgotten faith that bids me stay
When darkened hours come bringing heavy rain
Flood waters ominous rising delays
Foreboding storm cease or I'll go insane
In selfish pity I could lose my way
Controlled by circumstance not dreams I've prayed
Be not caught up in struggles of this day
And miss the joy and passion of plans laid
Rise my soul hear the whisper of His voice
He'll calm the storm and waters will recede
You'll cross dry land so let your heart rejoice
You had faith to stand and now to proceed
So stay the course your treasured promise land
Find your child your awesome little man
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a Sonnet (yep, I tried one) about seeking and reclaiming a childlike faith to believe God, even in the midst of great difficulty! That awesome little man within.. is that belief that no matter what, God has me in his hands and I can trust him always!