Gust of self-centric storm blew in the deserted life
I didn’t know a calm niche of bliss nestled in heart
Veil of the spreading shadow of the simmering ego
I couldn’t remove to discover the concealed oasis
Not until broken kaleidoscope of ruined lives I saw
Ground in the grip of tempest of ordained turmoil.
Gloomy teary face of hungry orphan child on road
Opaque eyes of petrified mother who lost her child
Deep silent sigh of the destitute resigned to destiny
Lighted in my dark wilderness soul-searching beacon
Yearning to find the fountain of divine benevolence.
Garnering gentle grace of God in the sanctum of soul
Reservoir of overwhelmed humane feelings I empty
Assuage with hope the pain of those in fallen sky’s debris
Convey to them God’s eternal blessing of sanguine solace
Endeavor to kindle in abyss of hearts candle of kindness.
May 21, 2021
Contest : Giving Godly Grace
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Caught in the web, of maya illusions
Opaque veils of desire, dark delusion
Morbidity and joy, spinning around
Immersing attention, where fears abound
Nonchalant monk, as a silent witness
Gyrates to music, of kind lovingness
Blissful and quiet, as void in each storm
Alive and aglow, in joy currents warm
Cadence of love, brings the wayward back home
Kiss divine, caresses sensorium
Home at last, within the cave of our heart
Osmotic bliss ignition, therein starts
Meet and greet love, before it is too late
Embrace bliss right now, whilst we meditate
10-February-2021
(Acrostic Sonnet)
Written for: Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
M-ist
I-s
A-lways
M-eeting
O-paque
R-ain
I-n
L-oaded
L-ife's
O-bscurity
Topic: Birthday of Mia Morillo (May 8)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J ackets made of wool and wearing heavy socks
A nother winter Jack Frost has come to visit
C onstant protection with hand made smocks
K eeping the winter season quite exquisite
F reezing cold weather with temperature personified
R ime incrustations of crystal ice droplets
O paque snow floating above pines to glorify
S un shining through mountains like a coverlet
T hat lavishly Jack makes a perfect couplet.
Date Written: November 27, 2015
Jack Frost etches glass with spirals of snow and ice,
A feathery pattern of crystalline cravings
Chiseled long into the night, with but a single
Kiss of winter’s icy cold breath to sustain him.
Frozen abstract swirls of intricate art, soon rise
Resplendent, bathed within dawn’s early morning light.
Opaque, with a mother-of-pearl sheen that glows, as
Shafts of sunlight melt and mold its shape into a
Translucent, shimmering, ever changing sculpture.
Written Nov. 27th , 2015 for “Acrostic: Jack Frost - Poetry Contest”.
The poem contains all of the mandatory words “ice, snow, winter, frozen, Jack”.
M y…O My!
O paque, can only describe the void
T hat engulfs the sky,
H ide me, for my forlorn spirit
E mbodies pain which I deny,
R ain, as it precipitates my cries…
Just a day…
Without seeing your silhouette,
Blinded by your absence, as I regret
My powerlessness…
Just a day…
As I sit and wait,
Impatiently, I anticipate
Your warmth, your tenderness…
Motionlessly, I sit and contemplate,
Just a day…
As it perpetually passed by,
As opaqueness drenched the sky…
I calmly sighed, as I picked up a calendar…
I crossed out “Day one” with tears in my eyes…
As I quietly murmured,
“Six more days to go…”