"imparts" poems
My life is full of poetry
in lyrical design
Expressions in a rhythm
that ascend and then decline.
One moment I am full of joy,
then sorrow breaks my heart.
My soul is touched by music
and the thrill that it imparts.
I love the rain, embrace the sun
and smile at winter snow.
I crave the full moon's silver light
and dance beneath the glow.
I savor sweet aromas
taking pleasure in the breeze
And love the gentle rustle,
as it passes through the trees.
Yes, poetic is the gift of life,
inspiring me to rhyme.
I'd write a million odes to it,
but I just don't have the time!
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
This salt
in the saltcellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me,
but
it sings,
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those solitudes
when I heard
the voice of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a broken
voice,
a mournful
song.
In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food. Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste infinitude.
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The wise are always troubled
And the troubled seldom sleep.
For the path is dark,
The shadow's deep.
The past imparts pressure,
Weary woe-marked feet.
The pillow lays drenched.
Sweat beads billow flames of fear.
The sound of all our choices
Rung clear for all to hear.
The cries of countless voices
Found close to passing ears
But ghosts weep most in whispers,
Lest the living hear their tears.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
*Day in
Day out
He sits on his bench
No one goes near him
Because of the stench
****
****
White Lightening
Despair
I watch from my window
It’s really not fair*
So … I put on my coat
Open the door
Cross over the road
Step up to the fore
I tap him gently
Take his hand
Silently lead him
To my witness stand
As soon as were in
My head’s in a spin
Unsure what to do
Please … Give me a clue?
He then sits
ME
down
On my threadbare chair
Looks deep in my eyes
So much love
There to share
My lips start to smile
He touches my heart
At last I’ve discovered
My own golden cart
He imparts me with tales
Of a life filled with pain
Not looking for sympathy
For the dragons he’s slain
He just wants to talk
Connect with another
Before long I realise
This man is my brother
My brother in arms
My lost fellow man
My point of existence
My part in the plan
This wretched man
Has set me free
To live this life
With empathy
My heart is open
My *** is full
I now have the courage
Of a
Sitting Bull
I thank my guest
And he thanks me
I invite him back
A
S
A
P
He doffs his hat
He smirks that smirk
And
I just know
Our love will work
*Day in
Day out
He sits on his bench
No one goes near him
Because of the stench
****
****
White Lightening
Despair
I watch from my window
It’s really not fair*
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 7:29 AM UTC
I have been reading genetics,
Even as a part of my course,
Apart from my dear hobby.
I have got this scientific temper,
Of course I got it all genetically,
From both mommy 'nd daddy.
Genetics define my autosomes,
Even my other chromosomes,
Which gave me my gender.
I am an Aryan-Dravidian born,
With a fantastic genetic base,
Variation is a genetic boon.
My father tells me to marry farther,
Continuing the ancient tradition,
A tradition that imparts finesse.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
I climbed the dark heaven to meet myself alone..
To smell all the roses and espy the stone..
Nevertheless, the cloud was frozen and the breeze was calm..
I saw her descending and coinciding with my palm..
Her plain white vesture was contrasting my red..
She was diffusing the divinity that I could not even bled..
Our faces were same but our aces were inverse..
She owned one whole entity while I was a disperse..
The moment was priceless and so were my emotions..
It was indeed the most breathtaking phase to my notions..
My other twin was bounded with a definite time span..
She was entirely a woman with the heart of a man..
*"You don't live inside me, I have never sensed you inside,
Painted with shyness, you rather live like a bride*.."
I peeled up my heart and had the eagerness to know..
If the sun lives in me, then why do I fall like the snow..
She smiled and glared down on me with the rays of her starkness
and told me how sturdily I have been lidded under the darkness..
Holding the flowers, she stands in the island of my soul..
She ponders my echo and waits for the control..
She imparts her colors when my pallet runs out..
but puts on her cloak when my demon comes out..
Surprisingly, I asked "You are my part. Why don't you fight out..!?"
She had an answer. She works eternally from the hideout..
In the midst of the stirring stillness, she reminded that I had to leave..
Ironically, I could not crave for what I had been dying to receive..
The same ladder showed up and slanted me back to my nook..
and the wind narrating slowly what I had given while what I had took..
*I returned to my place which was as murkier as ever..
I sensed the time-It was cursive and clever..
Perhaps I will reap more strength to deflect the chirping into the roar...
to mend every single lapse and bring her back someday on my door*..
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
in ashes hidden, smoulders god of love
from matted dancer's focus conflagration purely come
continues still perhaps in empty homage
of a sa ta na ma
personage of ((Shiva))
white bones pierce the sky
in upward curtain-seethes of heat
beyond imagined burning hells...
the triad ventures into zero-zones of anti-life,
sands of absolute defeat.
shadow trust imparts
a silent teacher's mantras;
soothing psychic words,
"Bala" and "Adi-Bala"
carry over dunes of morbid thirst--
the gape of ancient serpent-maws
choking dust of frightened, elephantine skeletons
fissured by immobile sun--
their inner sound become cool water of a summer stream
in timeless desert, traverses strain of royal line:
god-fated tutelage of seedling savior,
lightning skill with bow and virtue sinew
shining arms horizon's arid form:
despite begrudging honor kings expect
when offspring given after years
in hard-earned sacrificial grace:
yet still obeisance ends in facing demonaic rage
to which is pitted youth to slay--
despite allay by symbol feminine,
as if to question her abode would conjure her
in dire storm and quake announce gigantic step and hairy gulf--
with arrow sprays destroy Thataka's trident, curdling throat
the slitting of, rejoicing pantheon proclaims heroic,
forever railing under epic breath of tacit page theodical:
"we gave you progeny, now grant us our theocracy;
before your son our asthras lay their weaponry"
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
Glory to craftsmanship
That endures the wrath of time
Artisans vanish one by one
As is Nature's custom
But their inner beauty
Remains in their labored art.
A masterful stroke of hand
Guided by divine volition
Engages thought's flight
To spheres unknown
Where true art gives birth
To creativity's genius.
Art imparts mystical light
Upon envisioned designs
Shaped by hand, heart and spirit
A poem, a painting, a silver cup
Is brought to life
For the pure joy of creation.
O' masters of the wind
Hearken the hopes of craftsmen
And steer their zing heavenward
They are the symbol of plastic arts
A manifestation of wizardry
Toiling in labyrinth of formation.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
When reading a juicy book
Don’t rush
Take a moment to sample the plot
Allowing it to saturate your imagination
Contemplate the tasteful expressions
That spice up the story
Notice how the vivid imagery
Blends beautifully with the conveyed emotions
Of course the main ingredients are the delicious characters
Turning an otherwise average read into a satisfying experience
Allow it all to settle in your mind
Savoring the message it imparts
And once you’ve reached your fill
Turn the page for another serving
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
There is this stream
it carries the music of life through the forest
calming the soul and spirit
of any and all who spend time
listening to its song
As I sit by waters edge
my toes being kissed by its gentle current
I find an unexpected blessing
one that has always been there for me.
All that was needed
was for me to come and accept it
To get here I left a world
ravaged by a rushed
and impatient society.
Its greed and lack of kindness
has taken its sad toll of far too many
That world would have owned me as well
had I not come to this place
far away from the mean streets
away from the get ahead at any cost attitude it has
free of the stress it imparts
It is a place of true comfort
more tranquil than one could ever imagine
The stream flows through me
its music feeds my spirit
its song fills my heart
The thoughts of that other place
now washed from my mind
it seems as though I have grown new ears
I have learned to listen in a whole new way
my eyes opened now to beauty
wherever they land
my heart, opened wider than ever
being filled with great joy
I have never known such peace
I think I'll stay awhile
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
Your lips are firm
yet supple to the touch,
the electricity that pulses
it just feels like so much
So much feeling in a single touch
and I sigh and clutch
my racing heart
as it beats and beats
and beats apart
from the rhythm of life,
as my soul imparts
The wisdom to me
that I already had
I wrote it down
on my little scratch pad:
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
is just to love and be loved in return"
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC
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After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside—
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird—assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
First at the March—competing with the Wind—
Her panting note exalts us—like a friend—
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away—
Elegy of Integrity.
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a flower in her hand ,
colours in her writing fall gently from her hand ...
blossoms in her prose writing of things that she knows...
a rose she will say, in words that display,
a fine mind as words pour.in torrents like a waterfall ,
a boquet begun lillies and sun flowers
hung in writings of love passion for this art..
the words that say "how was your day ?
"dressed in fine display ..
a fine hand that say "this is for you "
if tears it does bring then my words
to impart have reached your beating heart
the words become flowers written
from the hand of magic it imparts .
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
I woke upon this winter’s morn,
with Christmas in my heart,
despite the news across the earth,
and grayness it imparts.
Reports of quakes and Etna,
with its crest blown to the sky,
while Central Sulawes’ floods,
chased people for their lives.
In Syria, its people mourn,
the tears and blood they’ve shed,
their civil war, it rages still,
marks eight years with its dead.
The fires that swept our golden state,
left thousands without homes,
its victims living now in tents,
with nothing of their own.
While winds of last year’s hurricanes,
have raged on southern shores,
in Florida and eastern coasts,
all shook us to the core.
The caravan of people fled,
from countries to the south,
have braved too much already,
for a wall to shut them out.
Our country, now divided,
on beliefs we hold too close,
while people spew their hatred at,
those who challenge them the most.
And those who are in power,
cannot see beyond their nose,
to what tomorrow wants from us,
and what our world needs most.
But still, I see the kindness,
and the love in passersby,
when someone gives a hand to those,
who need it more than I.
I see the hope in children’s eyes,
where love and truth prevail,
when treated as tomorrow’s hope,
when peace on earth has failed.
So let us focus on the grace,
so often overlooked,
and make our resolution be,
to share our love on earth!
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
Delicately savoring the essence she imparts,
A feast of flavors that stills my restless heart,
For in her nectar's embrace, tranquility I find,
An elixir of truth that soothes my wandering mind.
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 2:46 PM UTC
Don't mistake me for a common man
Not a usual materialistic person I am.
But I'll be the wealthiest man alive
When the gem with me I will have.
I look for a diamond immaterial
In a woman with a crystal heart.
A heart that beats for herself
Pumps truest love for myself.
Love she so kindly imparts
I hold onto it for ramparts.
From this world a respite
Alone I'm always so quiet.
Beautifully alone it beats
A saga it always repeats.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
~
the word flows off
the tongue with ease;
say it softly...
slowly please,
...dis-co-ver-y...
disclosure of illusory,
pursuit of the elusory;
the uncovering of
buried secrets, dark and deep,
quiet whispers, soft and sweet;
an unveiling of
the here-to-fore unknown,
illuminating darkened hallways,
where footsteps lead us
to a place where all is shown.
in life it is the quest,
explorer’s zeal
that will not rest;
in love it is
the unknown song...
to give it notes and lyrics,
time and tune
which leads to
melody and harmony.
in my time,
adventures...
i have known a few;
have sought to parse the lines
’tween false and real.
but no adventure
will replace
the one that beckons,
outstretched finger,
stares me solemn, in the face
each morning ’fore the mirror;
though the outer i may tend,
it's the inner to consider;
for to know oneself,
a journey long,
a venture of
mountaineering magnitude,
where the weak may hopeful start,
but summiting rewards
reserve remittance
to
those valiant souls,
whose inner spirit
strength imparts.
’tis not the heart,
in love to conquer;
but ’tis one’s trust instead,
faith the mountain holds
rope and feet steadfast,
finish line within
one's grasp.
faith the flame will never die
illuminate the corridors
that lie behind the locks,
the gates, the doors,
that live inside one's head.
to let another in
this place of buried pain,
of innocence gone by,
where dreams once flourished,
so oft lay dying, dead,
this secret place where we reside
the seat of all we were and are,
again will one day be;
this where needed trust,
gently to encourage,
carefully to nourish;
these the fields
of possibilities,
of hope, beliefs,
of budding dreams;
to be uncovered,
be unearthed,
love’s encounter,
tongues to loose,
await the brave and wise,
the strong discoverer,
unafraid to learn the truth.
~
*post script.
discovery...
surprise not its intent, yet may be
its greatest blessing, and accomplishment!
a favorite blessing of mine to bestow on marrying couples,
"may your discovery of each other,
never end, or fail to delight;
and return to you the wonder,
of first love and of first sight and light!"
to you, the reader, fellow sojourner,
may you never cease to discover each other!*
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
you find it…
by for and a gift to all of us…
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patty m wrote:
“a sadness evoked,
a yoke around the neck,
the love peck on the cheek,
the cry, and alibi,
the coming together
of word and emotions spilling dreams,
how magical you stream
words into waves
that spill into rivers.
the magic of moonlight
strewn from pen to heart.
The love this poet imparts”
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:33 AM UTC
Weave your
nightgown
out of the
darkness.
Modesty
imparts to
your nakedness
willowy grace.
I thirst for
clarity.
I want
to drown in
the white bones
beneath it.
~mce
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
The secret of your smile glows like gold on the dreams I dream
In the darkest places, your voice is a silver-lighted sound
Millions of others can see your smile agleam
Yet not know, this happiness I’ve found
Embroidered moments of pleasure entwine around my heart
While the brightest moon shines silently above
Ever wide is the subtlest ray you impart
When you smile, I can feel your love
Your voice is a shining echo that claims my constant heart
I will always treasure each word as a precious pearl
From the moment, first light of dawn imparts
Still, when all light leaves this world
Might I ever go searching for your smile to gild my day
Your voice to light the darkness in my heart
Embroidered in the riches, only you can send my way
With the widest subtle ray, your smile imparts
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 1:39 AM UTC
Dormant aspirations lie in winter's fallow ground
Burgeoning freedom furrowed in shallow soil; sovereign elements do pound
Infertile seeds in barren hearths tightly wound
A cold wind from on high scourges each, desolate mound
A dreary drizzle from hovering, satin crowns seeps deep; hopes are drowned
Nutrients for spawning growth are leached; blighting tentacles surround
Ambition suppressed, inactive period of malaise doth abound
In due season, warming rays of light shine thawing frozen hearts
Incubating innate desire to fulfill individual destinies, from chained depth departs
In destitute minds, a burgeoning sprout of liberty starts
Branching forth into fertile souls, intestinal fiber imparts
Taking root, it spreads deep, penetrating shielded ramparts
A fragile frond from each wavering limb darts
Triumphing in tyrannous environment, a fruitful future charts
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
Say the much-beloved words--
that until now, had been unheard.
A voice and face imparts a life
to a book’s words in black and white.
Imagination can deliver
landscape, drama, suspense (shivers).
But a living human can
turn dream and thought into a man.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
Verse 1:
Why am I so disconnected?
My soul is screaming out to me in a passionate furor.
Sanguine and red hot flames are running down my spine;
I’m blazing through misfortune with opulent eyes.
I see death all around me but in my heart there is hope,
Time has healed past welts now the Lord shall cleanse me once more.
In time it has been revealed to me that the Lord has the sinew,
to fight off the eternal of death and the Cimmerian.
Eternity is all around me, your flames scorch me whole;
I lie on the bed covered in anxious goo.
Chorus:
High on octane, I float above cloud nine,
I have a heady feeling, and then I’m lifted into the Sun.
God has granted me the will to move on,
The Universe imparts to me an elixir to your soul.
Verse 2:
My spirit lies in front of me separated from my soul;
I’m an incorporeal being who no longer has a definite form.
You’re the one I long for and I know that you’re all I see,
“I truly wish that you would take to time to actually notice me!”
Why can’t you see that I would lock your heart away?
I’d store it in a chest full of my sacred and cherished dreams.
You’re my goldmine, the apple of my eye;
You’re that mellifluous melody chanting in my ear.
You’re a divine masterpiece and I love you with my eyes;
I wish I could eternally gaze upon you and make your beauty my muse.
Chorus:
High on octane, I float above cloud nine,
I have a heady feeling, and then I’m lifted into the Sun.
God has given me the will to move on,
The Universe imparts to me an elixir to your soul
Bridge:
Holy and pure is that pearl with your name inscribed,
Your name inscribed upon it and it befits my enamoring crown.
I want you to adorn me with your brilliant and glimmering gems;
Please complement my apparel with an extravagant diadem.
I love the eyes you possess, those diamonds that seem to gleam;
I desire your magic spells to fuse me with your soul.
I went insane for but a moment but to me it has been revealed,
That sanity belongs to the one who cherishes His dream of love.
Chorus:
High on octane, I float above cloud nine,
I have a heady feeling, and then I’m lifted into the Sun.
God has given me the will to move on,
The Universe imparts to me an elixir to your soul
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
I am not ashamed of my choice now,
As she is a mature woman this time,
Her gorgeous curves, and dimples,
It imparts greater strength to me,
Even more inviting is the navel,
So full of softness she seems,
And I get even more hard.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC