"completeness" poems
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:--
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?--
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
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The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,
light is
halved
like
a
tomato,
its juice
runs
through the streets.
In December,
unabated,
the tomato
invades
the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes
its ease
on countertops,
among glasses,
butter dishes,
blue saltcellars.
It sheds
its own light,
benign majesty.
Unfortunately, we must
****** it:
the knife
sinks
into living flesh,
red
viscera
a cool
sun,
profound,
inexhaustible,
populates the salads
of Chile,
happily, it is wed
to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we
pour
oil,
essential
child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper
adds
its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding
of the day,
parsley
hoists
its flag,
potatoes
bubble vigorously,
the aroma
of the roast
knocks
at the door,
it's time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer,
the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays
its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers
its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness.
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With you,
I felt forever
I felt never
I felt sadness
I felt anger
I felt jealousy
I felt emptiness
I felt completeness
I felt love
I felt satisfaction
I felt insecurities
I felt everything,
Almost that I need to know
And I'm thankful for it
One more round
Will never be an option
Deal with what happened
Endure it all
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
I’m not broken
I’m a puzzle not to be solved
I’m a bird of…
Preying on rain…
But the clouds elude my webs
I’m the underside of an antisocial umbrella
What with the moisture-averse lovers nowadays
I shoo them off and twist my spokes
And finally I’m no longer pretending completeness for the sake of my surroundings
Because She comes clad timeless
Comes with the thunder
And She tastes like all or nothing
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
(Pompeii/Florence, 1997)
Vulcan was real, alive as you were,
you and your language, long dead now.
Your town was prosperous, with its paved streets,
bars, bath-houses, brothels,
mosaics, painted walls, graffiti.
Your domestic gods too were real to you;
they had saved you before,
and when the superhuman hammer blows shook
your houses, you repaired them,
decorated in greater splendour,
erected a temple to your protectors.
But Vulcan was not appeased - years are not long
to the lord of earth and fire.
This time he struck swiftly, sending you death
from his mountain, overwhelming you
as you ran. Your garden
gave you no protection,
hot fumes choked you,
hot ash surrounded you,
sealed in your tomb as you died.
The ones who excavated your town
marvelled at its completeness,
and in the ash that filled your garden
they found hollows.
Filling the hollows with plaster,
they found . . . not you,
but echoes of yourselves,
like statues in a museum.
We came to see you, and after that
to the Academy, standing in awe
at David's perfect marble humanity.
But we were troubled by the others,
the uncompleted ones, the Prisoners,
their twisted limbs, hidden faces,
frozen in the act of emerging
from the stone, recalling too painfully
in their unfinished creation
your own agonised poses
as you died.
*"I had seen birth and death,
but had thought they were different."*
.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.
The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.
Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.
And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -
And a young man should think: By Jove
my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!
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i feel like a shadow.
nothing more than a bleak, distorted reflection
of what is
and i am not
i feel like a shadow.
my love for you is false but unbroken
blind and unspoken
but i still take the pill everyday
i feel like a shadow.
and every day i pray to god
for completeness and think about
what sick monster
could yank at the chains of the lonely
i am a shadow.
maybe it's better that way
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Solitude is a blessing, forced by a changed mind.
Reflection and analysis rule the quiet times, pondering.
The feeling of completeness overwhelming, enjoying.
Disconnected madness from the daily normal grind.
Lost in the maybe, envisioned joy supersedes reality.
Euphoric pleasure tempers the momentous soul.
Searching to re-establish the understanding of clarity.
Heart closes almost reluctantly, unexpected peace returns.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
it's as if the air is thinner and fresher and my lungs pull it in
to roll around in and soak up its potent clarity
exhales sure remind me of letting go of heavy quilts
my frozen goosebumped mind longs to hide under
there is nothing to hide from, not even black holes - for
there is beauty within the unknown
a fear of blossomed beauty is a fear of losing that pinnacle of
infinitely heightened completeness
One falls for this belief when shyness to greatness is solidified -
belief they know depths and levels and proofs
knowing is knowing, yes, unknown is everything
If I knew where we were going,
I'd drive or would tell you to drive
not knowing encompasses everywhere and I'd sooner rather
look into your green eyes and drift into a black hole of unknown beauty
- where we could breathe in thinner and fresher air and
reach the peak of One with just two
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:13 AM UTC
*As we cocoon ourselves
We insulate life
That we love most
From the affection of our desire ...
The white rose
Of Aries
So beautiful to behold
The evil of destruction
Comes so bold ...
Trust on one another
Is so important
To do or die
Or cry ...
It’s a rare and precious time
To realize what we have gained
Not only love and friendship
But completeness of our souls ...
As the Story goes
They say when we are writing our words
The words we only see
When in truth we see it all ...
Seeing them again
Knowing they have that something special
We can’t help but see the stranger
That we have become ...*
Debbie Brooks 2014
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
…uncertainty, my friend, I see uncertainty…
there are dark times,
though light comes first…
let me see: there are happy moments
and all things seem to fall in place
and desires gain momentum
and all things seem to come to fruition…
one reaches out, and grasps at what is before
and all round
and yet things that seemed so corporeal, so physical,
they melt and unravel like phantoms,
like images in the fog…
and I see uncertainty…a darkness moves over the screen,
as say shadows over a stage…
as shadows behind a puppet-show screen…
and there are smiles, friend…there is laughter
and joy and happiness…
and days of merry-making,
and ********** and fortune….
and uncertainty…there is an image of growth
and then death…
like growth in the fields and
then night and completeness
and brownness in the lands
which were green the day before …uncertainty, I see….
…there is uncertainty… do you see it too?
or is it brightness and radiance
always and always that you see?
it is like wading into a lake
to reach those edible plants that grow
a little towards the center
still close enough to reach without a swim
and one walks on firm land
and one is nearly there;
and then the mud and soil are soft
and break below one
and one falls and struggles in the water….a sudden fall...
...a sudden uncertainty…
I see uncertainty, dear friend…
but what do you see, dear friend…?
…there is uncertainty… do you see it too?
or is it brightness and radiance
always and always that you see?
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 2:54 AM UTC
There is a wondrous feeling of completeness
When immersed in the act of …
Cleaning a flute
The soft light radiantly refracting from
The slightly concave…
Keys
The shimmering of the shiny sleek skin
A perfect nickel finish…
It’s sexiness salute
A strangely seductive serpent stealing
My willpower; I submit to you…
With ease
The perfection of this harmonious union
As my trembling hands caress…
Your heavenly body
Gently working away until my eyes are
Illuminated by your brilliance…
Your gleaming sheen
Intoxicated, mesmerised by your lustre
The warm ambience brings out…
Your luminous beauty
Ready now for my lips to blow a refrain
A sweet tune is primed…
The flute is now clean
Let the melody begin…
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 9:22 AM UTC
The legends won't tell
of Arthur when he fell in love
when he swooned for the arm that held Excalibur
extended out to him
how he did a double take
and stuttered and gawked
at the simple beauty of her flawless freckled skin.
And in this moment
I behold the Lady of the Lake
her divine completeness:
holy and whole.
Elegant sloping shoulders
a regal neckline pleading to be united
with loving lips
in an everlasting caress.
Water droplets dripping from her form--
reluctant,
wishing they could reverse the laws of nature
fall up from the surface
to bead and cling to skin again--
desiring to be as close as we
as she entrances me with emerald eyes
rivers of red hair
enchanting lips that know no equal.
She's won me over
and she drags me under
below the water
beneath the lapping waves.
The ripples on the surface
echo my farewell to the world.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
If I die tomorrow there’s some things I wish to say,
Because if I die tomorrow,
Then I only have today,
To my wife, my friend, my soulmate,
Your everything that’s pure,
Each day you give me all of you,
And the next you give me more.
You never judge or hold a grudge,
16 years we’ve never fought,
If I could pull the best bits from myself,
They’d be the ones that you have taught.
Know how much I love you,
For I’m just a simple man -
That loves you with completeness,
For it’s made me who I am,
Everyday I’ve spent with you
Has been a day above,
I’m not sure I deserve you,
Let alone deserve your love,
But said and done,
You are the one,
I fell for - with all my being,
No matter where I may end up,
It’ll be you my eyes keep seeing.
.......
And now my children,
This is tough,
Not something I’ve rehearsed,
Even just the thought of You’s,
And my heart is fit to burst,
I always wanted children,
I always wanted you,
I was blessed to have a daughter,
Then my son was gifted too,
Your growing up so quickly,
I’m so proud of who you are,
It doesn’t matter where I go,
My love is never far,
There aren’t the words to tell you both,
What you mean to me,
One day when your parents,
Maybe then you both will see,
Always do your best in life,
And always love each other,
Always know I love you both,
And watch over your mother.
........
For if I die tomorrow,
And I only have today
If my time has come,
And I’m not able to stay,
Know that I die happy,
For all you’ve given me,
Know that I die happy,
Let that thought be all you see.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
sustain inner spirit
through the winds of time
the changes will sweep
you through eternity
*ॐ पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं पूर्णात्पुर्णमुदच्यते
पूर्णश्य पूर्णमादाय पूर्णमेवावशिष्यते ॥
ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः ॥*
but sustain yourself
through love and hate
sustain through destiny
through monotonous fate
countless rewinds and
fast forwards -
life is always
the same old play
and one day rise
above it all
onwards towards Brahman
with yourself reunite
*Om, That is Complete, This is also Complete, From Completeness rises that Completeness
From Completeness Subtract Completeness, and Completeness Remains
Om Peace, Peace, Peace.*
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
05.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
I am so lonely and alone this night.
I hold a conversation
with my old friend the moon.
I whisper to him.
I feet so incomplete
how can all these years pass by
and leave me such a partial being.
My supportive wise old friend answered me
I am seldom complete
sometimes waxing sometimes waning.
Sometimes hardly a flicker of a smile
Sometimes a ghost of a sad mouth.
Remember my human friend
You don't have to be
complete or full to shine.
He always makes sense
I guess he is wiser than humans
after all how many
millions of years old is he.?
Then he gave me
the answer I needed
he mused softly.
His voice so magical.
So deep and philosophical
I love him in this mood.
But when you are
feeling full, or whole.
That is the best time to shine.
To light up the world in the power
of your reflected completeness.
That is when you
will have the power inside you.
The power to effect
every person on earth.
And call the oceans to you.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
I've never seen someone like you,
Who are you, an aborigine from perfect land...
You crush me down,
You tear me apart,
You break my confidence,
The more I try, the ruder you get.
The stronger you tear me down.
To err is human, but not so for you.
You think your perfect, well I'm sorry to prove you wrong.
Believe in perfection, try your hand at it first,
Then, and only then try your hand at others.
* Personalised and Improvised *
* Evolves to ones likeness *
* Reflects who you are *
* Father of practice *
* Efficient when a true friend *
* Creative and rewarding *
* Time consuming *
* Institution of creative minds *
* Openness to change and *
* Never devastating. *
Faith is mine, and uncertainty is yours.
Trust is from humans, disbelief for aborigines.
Love for the heart, hatred for the mind.
Completeness in all its goodness is mine,
Perfection with all its imperfection is for none but you.
We try and you wreck us down,
You try and we break apart.
Let nature take its own time and heal the wounds,
Caused by the imperfect perfectionist.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
When I saw the morning sunlight gleaming,
I thought about all the darkness that it veiled,
Behind its bold beams it had bowed down.
While I looked at the rays they were sifting,
I realized that in the evening the sun must set,
Bundle will open & then will again be night.
Where I wondered was the permanent day,
I answered myself that it was ever impossible,
But worrying was docile as I too will perish.
Who could complete this jigsaw of my life,
In here you come smiling as the permanence,
Bringing completeness to my life you are..
Why I must try to make the best of my life,
Imbibing positives and happiness throughout,
Because life is too small to waste in vain...
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Joshua tree
Across the high California desert you stand with lifted salutation off the beaten path the drift
Of sea moisture mingles with tule fog rising from the desert floor you have briefly entered an alien
World a brooding connection develops with London’s fog shrouded streets or the Arden with its
Identification with It being the one natural barrier to the advancing Roman’s might and Shakespeare’s
Play the woods for him was familiar but a place where change to ones fortune could occur and one
Could find love mist is one of the times that a magic wand was effectively waved it produced a myriad
Of realties notable connections a display that reaches the far borders of wonder pleasantness infringes
On the harder order of the desert’s hotter principles farther east the great desert sentry looms above
All else the saguaro cactus also raises its arms as the Joshua giving thanks for life in a stark and
Burdensome land rock and scrub fills this place it takes time to appreciate such bitter circumstances
But you can sink thoughtful roots that will play a symphony between sun and shadow and all the living
Things that eke out a living there are a breed of people that thrive here also they can teach a lot to
Others live on less you would be amazed how refreshing simple living can be get to much you find
Fun squeezed out of the seams of the so called good life just think in this term when does water taste
Like heavenly nectar when you have been deprived and are at a loss to find it the abundance of anything
Can temper its value death swiftly occurs when the spirit of taking things for granted pervades those
Times that are riveting and create completeness in us are by nature rare and treasured you don’t have
To trek to far off deserts or faraway places a child’s youthful smile that is slipping away When tenderness flows and she makes your heart glow know my friend you are blessed with God’s best for all of earths time a husbands
Gentle laugh his look that stirs you deeply these are but three of rarified finds that are in your life
Enjoy treasure them they are personal gifts you possess today
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
Back in my teenage college years
I was told about “Autistic kids”
Who lived in worlds of their own,
Seeing things through weird and wonderful specs
In social isolation,
Frightening in its completeness.
At sixty six I since have learned about many
Of their “traits”:
Their obsessions, inflexible routines and
Panic
At all change.
Their inability to read
Emotions or social cues
Or innuendos
Or irony.
I have worked with those with Aspergers,
Colleagues, friends and clients –
Indeed with people all over
The Autistic Spectrum.
And the main thing I have learned
In all these years
Is that in my own way…
I am one of them.
Paul Butters
© PB 1\10\2018.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Every journey that I take
Every rule that I break
Every moment I create
In you with you
Reminds me of this place
That reminds me of your face
You are the light
At the end of my tunnel
The perfect mountain view
When I climb the slopes
Of our love
I can see
More than
I knew
My Kilimanjaro
My connection
To Christ
My spirit feels alive
When I look into
Your eyes
You are the mountain
My Yogananda
My tender Guru
My greatest crush
That accepts me as I am
You believe in God
You believe in Love
You believe in Friendship
You are the perfect
Mountain view
When I scale the rocks
Of our relationship
Rising with every step
My heart is left
With a feeling of
Completeness
Sweetness
Mother Divine
Has brought us
Together
To share, to ascend
To believe in God
To be my friend
You are the beginning and the end
When you are away
I climb this mountain
Everyday
Wind, snow or rain
Joy or pain
I can go to our mountain
Climbing to the top
This gorgeous point
Holding on to trees
With wings of grace and ease
And the Gods
Are pleased
Let friendship
Lead us to our
Mountain tops
Let Holy Spirit
Guide us there
Let everyone
Who reads these words
Feel the wind of love
Against his face
And in her hair
We are magic
We are flying
We are laughing
We are crying
In the end
No matter where you go
No matter how far
I will know
How to find you
Remind you of our
Friendship
Of our love
Meet me on our mountain top
Look at the stars
As they shoot across the sky
I'll be riding one
Or on a cloud
To meet you there
Waving you a smile
As I fly
You know where
Into your temple heart
On the mountain
Of our
God
Given
Love
If you know
The way I feel
If you feel my energy
You will know when I am near
Without looking you will hear
Me crash into the atmosphere
With the wings that Spirit gave us
To share
Meet me on our mountaintop
The one that reminds me of you
The place that we've found with the perfect view
Sitting on a star
On a comet
Or a gust of wind
So sharp
I will find you
I will find your temple heart
Invite the world
So that we can curl up
Into a blast of light
A spoon of love
Lighting up the heavens
Everywhere
With a love so bright
Every creature in sight
Will witness
Our forgiveness
In the air
Meet me on our mountain top
Look at the stars
As they shoot across the sky
I'll be riding one
Or on a cloud
To meet you there
Waving you a smile
As I fly
You know where
Into your temple heart
On the mountain
Of our
God
Given
Love
tHE tERRY tREE
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Ole to the beautiful flower hidden underneath
a shadow- a beautiful flower in bloom, alongside
a naked truth. Sensual images, picturing gentle
moves to drive love so pure and never felt;
its eyes a flower garden of unspoiled- felt so heavenly.
Permit me to kiss you evenly by heaven’s sweet entry;
flowing in sync; we’ll rest in a lily field of complete
serenity.
_And she replied to him:_
Our first meeting of first feelings- never felt before,
as I waited in the shadows; longing for the needs
within us, for one another. Aroused in my inner core
to touch and explore love in treasured completeness
and wholeness. Share your life with me and within me;
darling fall into my arms, and allow me to feel my inner
spirit for you within- burning endlessly from my soul’s
aflame.
__Shall we burn together.__
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 3:27 PM UTC
How I long for your presence, my Beloved
I long to gaze into your eyes
Like the most precious gems
And find the completeness of my soul
I long to feel your hair
Like the smoothest of silk
And feel the warmth of our Love
I long to inhale your scent
Like the finest perfume
And experience the euphoria of our Love
I long to kiss your lips
Like the sweetest of wines
And become intoxicated by you
I long to caress your body
Like the most tender of embraces
And feel the comfort of your presence
How I long for your presence my Beloved
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
Come Glastonbury, demand your suitors
Eliminate the negatives of their days
Show the signs of cheer and promise
Crystal clear and sun bright
The walkways between the tiny shops
Where escaping through to back doors and out
Inside spirits claim your soul
Wrestle your pathetic reliance on consumerism
Your slavish concern for fashion
And your unhelpful TV dinners
There in Glastonbury only truth is spoken
Revealing the weaknesses of our human frame
Our minds that suffer from prejudices and bigotry
Cleanse your soul, become yourself
Give up the senseless living that has dominated
And driven our daily chores and lifestyle
Discard them all and believe that man
Is just a tiny part of this cosmos
A spirit and energy of the completeness
Not the embodiment
Not the utmost but a small part
Perhaps a much lesser being than any other...
Despite everything we are special
You are special in your individual capabilities
Each soul a grain of stardust
Waiting to be reunited in the cosmos
With the rest of the wonderful plethora
Be calm in the knowledge that you
Your heart and soul
Are one and only
Unique
Even today in Glastonbury
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 8:48 AM UTC
I was the crescent moon, a sliver in the night,
Yet in his gaze, I found a radiant light.
He saw me whole, beyond my fragmented part,
Love's alchemy, merging soul to heart.
In phases of shadows, incomplete and bare,
His eyes unveiled the beauty hidden there.
A crescent's curve, a tender, silver arc,
Yet in his vision, a masterpiece embarked.
His love, a symphony, the missing tune,
Transforming fragments into a whole monsoon.
I, the crescent moon, in his orbit swayed,
Completeness found in the love we portrayed.
Through waxing and waning, love remained,
A cosmic dance where wholeness was gained.
In his embrace, the crescent found its grace,
Love's magic turning fragments into an embrace.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 11:36 PM UTC