"divinest" poems
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I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart’s
Or temple’s occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice’s sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art’s
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To hearken what I said between my tears, . . .
Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul’s full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from Life that disappears!
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The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
To no one but the Thief—
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief—
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Just so—Jesus—raps—
He—doesn’t weary—
Last—at the Knocker—
And first—at the Bell.
Then—on divinest tiptoe—standing—
Might He but spy the lady’s soul—
When He—retires—
Chilled—or weary—
It will be ample time for—me—
Patient—upon the steps—until then—
Hears! I am knocking—low at thee.
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Much Madness is divinest Sense—
To a discerning Eye—
Much Sense—the starkest Madness—
’Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail—
Assent—and you are sane—
Demur—you’re straightway dangerous—
And handled with a Chain—
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Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your eyes,
To kindle this his sacrifice.
When your hands untie these strings,
Think you’have an angel by th’ wings.
One that gladly will be nigh,
To wait upon each morning sigh.
To flutter in the balmy air
Of your well-perfumed prayer.
These white plumes of his he’ll lend you,
Which every day to heaven will send you,
To take acquaintance of the sphere,
And all the smooth-fac’d kindred there.
And though Herbert’s name do owe
These devotions, fairest, know
That while I lay them on the shrine
Of your white hand, they are mine.
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Do not tie my wings,
Says the honey-bee;
Do not bind my wings,
Leave them glad and free.
If I fly abroad,
If I keep afar,
Humming all the day,
Where wild blossoms are,
'Tis to bring you sweets,
Rich as summer joy,
Clear--as gold and glass;
The divinest toy
That the god's have left,
Is the pretty hive,
Where a maiden reigns,
And the busy thrive.
If you bar my way,
Your delight is gone,
No more honey-gems;
From the heather borne;
No more tiny thefts,
From your neighbor's rose,
Who were glad to guess
Where its sweetness goes.
Let the man of arts
Ply his plane and glass;
Let the vapors rise,
Let the liquor pass;
Let the dusky slave
Till the southern fields;
Not the task of both
Such a treasure yields;
Honey, Pan ordained,
Food for gods and men,
Only in my way
Shall you store again.
Leave me to my will
While the bright days glow,
While the sleepy flowers
Quicken as I go.
When the pretty ones
Look to me no more,
Dead, beneath your feet,
Crushed and dabbled o'er;
In my narrow cell
I will fold my wing;
Sink in dark and chill,
A forgotten thing.
Can you read the song
Of the suppliant bee?
'Tis a poet's soul,
Asking liberty.
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Atop a clam, divinest pearl!
invites me to peer, enchanting girl
eyes fluttering and beckoning
casts sweetest spell, magic, enchanting
a magnificent array of colour
ripples through her enveloping aura
towards her my rapt mind swims
in her sight my spirit chimes
throughout the days and hours
Mermaid makes the heart gestate
Makes my spirit feel elate
I want my heart to waltz with hers
Out of its spiritual bars
Upon the shores we'd frolic, play
Soothing, quelling fear, dismay
With her I am engorged on bliss
Touched by the light of luck's kiss
All throughout the day
O Mermaid Queen, they doubt thy truth
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth
But rainbows shine in spite of faith
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace
The world is good (and good is true)
And more good for the life of you
You are a beacon of hope and joy
Could inspire the rise and fall of troy
With heaven's light imbued
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
The doctor ... says... I have a serious issue...
He say it's life threatening you guys
...
I don't know what I'm gonna do...
All this research
This inaccurate treatment
Being high to distract my lows
Not really knowing what to suppose
He gave me a date...
He claims it's an estimate, but if I keep feeling like this; this could be it.
He sends me home each visit, telling me that this is rare, but common
It happens, but don't normally conclude in such trauma
His coat, or stethoscope doesn't always mean that he has the antidote
...
As for the symptoms:
•The dry skin,
She used to help apply the Shea Butter
•My hair all over my head,
It was funny when she brushed my hair, she didn't know what she was doing
•Long nails,
She HATED that
•Morning breath the entire day
I would chase her all over the house trying to give her a kiss
•chill bumps •shivers •teeth chattering
We used to cuddle to stay warm, so we didn't use the furnace
•starvation •no appetite
She cooked 5-7 times throughout the week
•restless
I could not fall asleep until she got in from work
•angry •outburst • complaining
She always said "ahhh shut up and get over it punk"
•Listening to the talk radio station LIPZ 102.5 to be exact
I gave her my undivided attention
•heartache
I loved her
That's why it's difficult for Dr. Carmichael to prescribe me medicine
How am I suppose to treat this?
There's no special enough specialist
No surgeon so precise
Not even the smartest scientist,
divinest pastor, or
The most thoughtful psychiatrist that can save my life...
I'm doomed
All I do is sit on the couch in the house that will soon be a tomb
...
My hope is fading
My pulse has feinted
My arms are folded
My back is *****
Back and forth
My rock is steady
... My soul is light
And my eyes is heavy
I'm taking the departure hard
...
Love can be deadly
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
It is a majestic evening, iridescent and light
The witching hour is still as a stone
The moon ascends to her celestial throne
A pearl in the sky, the divinest delight!
The starry climes brood over the sky
See! The cosmos is stirring, awake
And doth with its infinite movement make
The fluid Universe that flutters by
Dear Children, Dear Children, who in thy happy dance
Appear untainted by the ways of men
Don’t let the world turn you cold:
Thou seize divine fire all day, all year
God is speechless with love for your soul so bold
Which gets to go wild again and again
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
MUCH madness is divinest sense,
for the naturally inclined
toward the colorful; hence –
a world where matter lies
in erroneous order:
the nagging flies are,
stately kings – kings who fall
to reverence when,
the cavalcade of ignorant childs
whisper truths like
‘this one is mine’, in tones of such
finality they are proclaimed as law;
their confidence boundless and
raw with unabashed passion – while,
the worms remain unturned in beds,
mouthing silently unspoken poems.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
'Tis horrible to wield a word
To slight and slander me
'Tis better to deploy them
For fable, myth and story
There are maddest multitudes in words
Contain divinest sense
It's possible to convey magic
In every single tense
But bastardize words cynically
If you really must
But know in slight you've broken
The cherishable crystal of my trust
A bard is hard to pigeonhole
So, really, mate, try it all you like
I'll be waxing lyrical
While you're still playing psych
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
Ah, today I was called to do
the saddest thing:
an old couple had died
in a car accident
and it was my job
as their executor
to open their separate wills
and fulfill their wishes
and the other lawyers stood around
moaning: *Aren’t they the divinest couple ever?
40 years together and they died together*
And I read their wills, and the Old Man's said:
*This I crave be inscribed on my wife’s grave:
Cold As Ever*
And in her will, the Old Woman said:
*This I crave be inscribed on my husband’s grave:
At Last, Stiff Like Never*
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC
A veil of light and ashen grey
invites me to peer in to stranger day
fluttering and beckoning
behind it what is happening?
a smorgasboard of molten colour
winks at me, summons me near
I become swept up, in hurricane
that rolls and waves across the plane
of one reality in to another
'Tis here I feel my spirit brew
imbued with bright, celestial hue
deep in hinterlands of enchanting joy
where I ravish these pleasures coy
too overwhelmed to fight, resist
the very light with which I'm kissed
from famished eyes I am engorged
my tender spirit enlarged
on trajectory of bliss
On horizon, magic gestates
Leaves my spirit insatiate
Adorned by sparks phantasms brood
Lifting like hot air balloon my mood
Between chasm of magic and reality
Goes visions with conviviality
Enchanting the mind with true force
Summoned from natures magic purse
Which sprinkles havoc on normality
Forms of Beauty riddle my eye
With their heavenly symmetry
Godesseses of divinest shine
Beam soul-deep, from theirs to mine
Behind the veil of usual routine
Lies awesome truth with golden sheen
Nourishing the spirits belly
To magical shores the spirit ferried
Enamoured of most lucid of dreams
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Because I could dare to believe,
The angel Lennon stooped for me,
The contact between two kindred souls,
And eternity,
We quickly flew - he knew not slow,
And I had climbed his wings,
With passion and with ardour,
Most cherishable of things,
We passed the earthen angels bright,
Blake, Buddha and Ganesha,
We passed them diligently working,
With Love's light enmeshed,
And then, upon a lightbeam,
We met Angels of the sky,
Chasing light that follows,
Where those bonny Angels fly,
We paused before a God that seemed,
Like Shiva, bright, supreme,
Painted like the cosmos,
With pallet got from dream,
And then to cosmic churning,
To hear divinest truths,
The music madly burning,
With beauty rare, forsooth,
Since then - I am an angel too
Guardian of the South,
Feels good to me that I strove to fly,
Right back in to spiritual health.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
From whom did I dare seize the fire
Which casts light on truths to be sung to lyres
The revelations are suffice to inspire
Paeans to be sung around the pyres
There was thunder in my brain
When truth cantered inwards like a train
Albion pointing to the warriors slain
And to his wound, his immortal pain
From the torch the truth doth bright exude
A light that is a sort of useful food
That renders visions in which sense brews
That with divinest meaning woos
Promethea a warrior magician
I am also the strangest of physicians
Bearing heavy the weight of contrition
When faced with the plans of the worlds morticians
I traverse my path to get my heroine
On this troubled, but essential quest I begin
There is nothing that we can win
But we can redeem our conscience of the devil's sin
But Devils' sham religiosity will not survive the ravage of time
Earth's rustic children are the truly sublime
To dare to strike them down in their prime
Is the most heinous of mortal crimes
O, my god, I bear to you
The angel, the angel, spirit true
Through my heart a warm breeze blew
For having seen a soul so true
Now you can ascend the stair
And find your way to perfect care
In the castles of the air
And find peace in angels luscious blare
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Whilst I was sat, indifferent, no care,
A golden aura drenched, suffused the air,
Behind me, felt the aura manifest,
Distinguished by its golden colour blessed,
An angel who'd sung woe for me, alack,
With gentle pressure rapped upon my back,
Showed divinest beauty of my words,
Said my poetry admit me to God's herd,
In time the angel said My name is John,
My cheeks flushed rosy, killed the pallor wan,
I could tell from his enchanted drawl,
The angel John had come from Liverpool,
Then he invited me upon his wings,
To meet the angels, listen how they sing,
Grafting for Peace, a team aspiring,
Rushing round the earth in golden rings,
The earthen angels with loves light enmeshed,
Their names were blake and Buddha and ganesh,
Shooting angel message like gods darts,
In to sad, beleaguered human hearts,
Then to meet archangels of the sky,
Chasing light where bonny angels fly,
Then to shiva, beaming, proud, supreme,
Painted with a pallet got from dream,
Then to cosmic churning, tuneful truth,
Knelled out sure with beauty rare forsooth,
To most of us the blessed truth, aloof,
But I listened, and wisdom I sure hath,
Beyond seismic ocean, something more,
A goddess, deva, Kali, beauty sure,
Against the demons in incessant war,
A goddess irresistible to adore,
She, the truest vision of myself,
Tis good I strove to fly to spirits health,
And trusted John to climb upon his wings,
For he I sing, most cherishable of things
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
Eve!
Alas my vicious mind overrides this place
Of sheltered freedom and tacit grace
The magnificence of moments each passed by, poor
As a holy tidal wave,depositing debris on the shore
I stood aimless mourning over the bygone landscape
That in my head crumpled and slipped through a gape
A foremost scar on my veins, coloured black
An outraged bull, ready to make an attack back
Eve! O Eve!
Here I dwell so secret on a perished soul, withdrawn
From the miraculous bliss I found moments after dawn.
The Elixir of bliss slipped through my fingers to fade.
My weakened feet have no more road to wade.
Eve! O dear Eve!
Cherish this perished soul with your divinest love
Seal my eyes, heal my wound, and let me hover above.
As shiny stars are the jewel of night sky,
Give your love to make my heart glorify.
© Tina RSH
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
With beauty of divinest shine,
Lucy's truth beams from her Heart to mine,
Her lucid light of love goes apace,
Touching, kissing hollow face,
Giving guidance to the blind,
With Love, activity refined,
Most exquisite and fair of the apostles,
Inspiring heart to righteous war and battle,
O sweet defender of the faith,
In thine flight my spirit bathes,
A warrior to righteousness aligned,
Bringing God's knowledge to hungry mind,
Assailing tyrants wanton whim,
Condemened to fate cruel and grim,
Yet you live fated to sing,
For eternity, on aspiring wing.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
A dream goes drifting like a cloud
Across a sky of molten colour
Enveloped in divinest shroud
Gestating for infinite hours
Until harnessed to consciousness
Yielded to individual mind
Brought in to focus by inquisition
Some dreams are mean, some are kind
The individual and collective psyche
Wrestle for dominance
But they can be harnessed to harmony
And brought in to concordance
It was known to Jung that thoughts are sung
By more than one sole spirit
Symbols and ideas magically wrung
It enlightens one to be near it
It's just that one must be aware
That thoughts transcend one mind
If you try to perceive the ether there
Untold treasures you will find
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
Much Madness is divinest sense-
To a discerning Eye-
Much Sense-the starkest Madness
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail-
Assent-and you are sane-
Demur-you're straightway dangerous-
And handled with a Chain-
-Emily Dickinson
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Much madness
is divinest sense –
An eye that hath discerned the severest madness,
according to Emily’s judicious eyes, hath much sense –
The starker lunacy
be equated to divinity –
‘Tis common, unwritten law that we assent common beliefs
And ‘tis uncommon beliefs that common law demurs –
In this, as all overcome,
The stoic few as she will come –
Sanity hath common sanction
Or, you’re forthwith a risk –
Touched by a chain
And bound in shame –
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
The sun inside me is dying -
Fires running dry -
Cosmic flame of divinest spark
In my spirit's sky -
Slowly losing lustre
Sullied by the world -
And my foolish blusters -
To a devil I have shilled
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
On fluent wings as soft as smudges
The flying spirit diligently gauges
What is needed underneath
By peoples on the hills and heaths
O'er them she dutifully watches
She is the world. It's truest hope
Without her light I couldn't cope
She is more omnipotent than the pope
I'm tied to her with golden rope
I want to fly with her in cape
And feed her with a hundred grapes
Her light will scare a thousand kings
As her divinest music sings
O'er the sweet and sinuous moors
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
remember, ,Dear
my always
fingers
through tousled
coils of sunhair
rainlight and
damp moonmusic
fold foiling
with heart
to imbue
each crisp
limit of your
breast with
darkness–caving
(in even hollow stress
wear my ardorous dress
though my neat closings near
as like even's purpl'd tress;
moves mouth:
A song through silence peer
immutable sound by guide
to ship of cloaken choler steer
toward harbors safe an' placid tides )
–i shall that lives though but only an instant of bright health
live by light that speaks
sing saying
a chord struck
by divinest stroke
resonating through all your earthly sphere
that and though
i shall die
in your chest
my immortal pulse
will ever lie
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
With words you crushed the essence of my existence
Reducing, diminishing me to your evil yoke
My murdered psyche had to put up resistance
So it entertained me for days with the cosmic joke
Armed with the hand that God gave me
I was able to transcend my piercing pain
Lay the foundations of a new beginning
And start my Self all over again
To think that you thought you were winning
That you had me scalped
When I got the new beginning
For having had divinest help
O insight nourishes my mind
After psychic assault unkind
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC