"kismet" poems
Sunrise.
Soft tendrils of illumination
Caress my already
Sunkissed cheek;
The delicate arch of my back
Is warmed by this lover’s awakening.
Sunrise.
The fingertips of him
Leave no part of me untouched
Bathing me in the balmy radiance
Until my body,
my form,
my very being
is surrounded by an ethereal glow.
Sunrise.
Where each dawning
Brings this
Kismet encounter
Between myself
And Apollo’s rebirth,
Leaving me yearning and
Aching for more.
Sunrise.
The troubles and tribulations
Of yesterday’s woes
Are forgotten---
Left behind
In the twilight;
In the shadows where
This beacon
Dares not tread.
Sunrise.
As I
Stretch my arms
And
Reach for the heavens
I am reminded that
This delicate and alluring daybreak
Is short-lived,
Replaced with haste
By the rose-tinted splendor
Of morning.
Sunrise.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
It wasn’t our eyes when they met
or our smiles that we gave
or our hands when they touched
but our hearts when they felt
-- that was kismet.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Anonymous camaraderie,
New friends pour from cyberspace.
Tweets flutter rampantly,
In this most ambiguous place.
Strangers in passing,
Or is it kismet?
Can’t you tell what I am saying?
Innuendo among keystrokes.
And you thought I was playing.
LOL
My world is all digital,
Evocatively simple,
Demanding your principle,
Ingrained as symbol,
All in code.
1/6/2016
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
The river forks at big stone eddy
rending currents meandering course,
its silence speaks not with forked tongue
as kismet's swirling eddies abide
as if time immemorial;
a river naturally cleaved
in two separate distinct directions
befallen destiny without a choice
Spinning round and round in big stone eddy,
time just drifting by in the throes
of doubt — high water rising
beyond the bounds of earth
taking drowning souls up to the sky
Choking on a mouthful of unanswered questions,
suffocating on the parting words left unsaid;
distilling life into poetry hew from being —
trickling out like the spilled out sky —
taken down to the empty riverbed
leave lay' til it's all washed away,
in the music of the pourin' down rain
Freedom embodies metaphysical incarnations
riding the prevailing currents it can't control
Gravity-gathered down to the shoreline,
manifest reclamation after the deluge,
from somewhere far above the high-water mark
Swallowed by all the darkness woe betides,
thinking you carry such a weight to hold...
It seems all got a handful of sand to toss
up into the wind to seed the clouds
The totality of eclipsing silence grows
that rent the stillness of a dream
of peace on an eroding shoreline
In an Eddy of Expectations & Disappointment
dark waters will ebb and flow,
imponderable as drowning hope,
leaving it all out there to dry after the rain
believing in your heart —
the best is yet to come
Jesse Stillwater ... November 2018
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
Beneath the bracing maple tree
Awaits a beau, pursued heart's key
Cold sweaty hands, timid was he
As if he's dosed with ecstasy
To woo this beautiful princess,
Hath played a fiddle effortless
Heart beats loud beneath pastel dress
Mind's been puzzled, soon she'll confess
She don't regret, she won't forget
For that so moment felt kismet
Will they be lovers? Make a guess,
It all depends if she said yes
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
Mali pala ang nasa isip
Ito pala'y isang panaginip
Buhat mula sa maling akala
Na sakin ika'y tinadhana
My thoughts were not what they seemed
Turns out all this was just a dream
Brought upon by false convictions
That for us a red string was drawn
Ginising mo ako sa katotohanan
Na lahat ng bagay ay may hangganan
Pero kailanman ay hindi ako nagsisisi
Dahil totoo ang ating pagmamahal kahit sandali
You opened my eyes to reality
That things can't last for eternity
I have no regrets what so ever
Because we had a short but real happy ever after
Hindi ko lubos na pinahahalagahan
Ang walang hanggan
Dahil ang importante ay
Ang pagmamahal na buo at tunay
For me, the existence of forever
Doesn't really matter
What's important is
The realness of love amidst the adversities
Wala akong galit na ipadarama
O ganti na sana ikaw ay magdusa
Walang hinanakit na dinadaing
Kundi salamat sa pagmamahal habang ika'y nasa aking piling
For you, I have no rage to release
No vengeance to accomplish
No sorrow to let go
But for the love while you were mine, I only have gratitude to bestow
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
If there was a truck
that hauled nothing but good luck
in the back of its bed
or maybe a tractor
that carried happenstance
in it’s bucket
or a van which
passengered
devine kismet…
I’d give them all a call
and have them load
and drive
and haul
it all to you -
and dump
nothing but good luck
and fortune
on you.
All **** day.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 3:38 PM UTC
it will be, you know
1.
small bird
shivering
kind hand
covering
warmth
spreading
destined
for life
2.
her well-trained cats
at the door
ants always spared (!)
on sill
with sugared saucer
poultry in the yard
collecting deep-yolked eggs
making gooseberry jam
and sweet, strong tea
with hot milk
just for me
she taught me inner grace
and the real meaning
of quietness
just birds chattering away
whistling wondrous
in fig trees
laden with heavy fruit
awaiting her deft hands
how I loved her so
accounting exams
interrupted
in sixth grade
sorry
she's gone, dear
dumbstruck silence
they ask
why I'm not crying?
3.
kismet peeps in
to embrace you
and kiss your brow
you try to sidestep
and stub a toe
knock your head
in the end:
full-circle prayer
que sera...sera
S T, 28 June 2013
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
I may never know what exactly happened,
but I think I know the why of it
Tadhana…Fate…Destiny…Kismet…
Put it in so many words,
but it all boils down to that.
Tadhana…
shivers down my spine,
tears prickling my eyes,
as I hear once more the story,
the destiny
of two souls
one stormy day in July…
She was being stupid,
crashing into the waves that day
just for the thrill of it
He was being pensive,
reflecting on how those waves
just somehow seemed to soothe him
People slowly left the shores
as dark clouds loomed in the horizon
save for these two souls...
She wasn’t even supposed to be there,
just a spur of the moment thing,
forgetting her other worries
she loved storms, she loved the beach
combine them and for her it was bliss…
He went there for closure,
the 10th year of his brother’s death
trying to accept that he did all he could
he loved him, he loved the beach
but guilt drowned him…
The rains then came down in sheets,
winds whipping, storm waves crashing
she was almost at shore though,
when the undertow pulled her back
He thought he was imagining things,
his brother’s ghost perhaps?
When he saw her again,
and fear was tossed like jetsam
Was she the answer he was seeking for?
His redemption in another form?
Was this the reason why he was here now?
Her only hope for salvation?
Rushing out to sea,
adrenaline rushing through his veins
Faith and Fate working together,
he swam towards her
and as they reached the shore
the winds dropped to a whisper,
the waves went back tickling sand,
the raindrops trickled into drizzles
She was breathing, thank God
He lay beside her, exhausted
She could only thank him with a smile
well, a smile that could match the Sun
and she took his hand...
and put it over her heart
It was not so much that their hands fit perfectly,
but there was something else
mole on her right ring finger
perfectly aligning
mole on his left ring finger
Tadhana.
Shivers down my spine,
tears prickling my eyes,
as I hear once more the story,
the destiny
of two souls
one stormy day in July…
and of why I am here.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 1:20 PM UTC
He only imbibes because of his dipsomania.
She only practices onanism because she's afraid he'll impregnate her.
He despises her monomania.
She's too affable, almost to the point of being obsequious.
He's too acrimonious and muzzy.
She knows she's a bit of a coquette.
He thinks he's a cuckold.
She used to be flighty until she fell into this convoluted dystopia.
He used to find it scintillating to get sozzled.
She just wants a lark once in a while.
His iniquity makes him want her to be lascivious.
Her every fatuity leads to a cabal.
He's too opaque and insipid.
She has to iterate and reiterate everything she says.
He feels his infatuation is unrequited.
She finds this unproblematic.
He doesn't imbue her with anything anymore.
She thinks he's unpitying of that.
He'll malinger tomorrow.
She'll wonder if it's all adventitious or kismet.
She can't handle his odium.
He can't stand her ten dollar words.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Sensual by Aphrodite gift
Crafted by serenades
Beauty carved by the finest blade
Hazel diamond shades
It’s often said, weakness for elegant grace
Drives the loveliest man insane
Deprived to be nocturnal
Sleepless nights
Cursed in vain
Any man to have you…
Thorns of pain that feels eternal
Magnificently a breath taker by divine
Hallucination of the fibbed eye
To tell such lies
Rhythm of the velvet heart
Harmonies sung so peacefully & softly
Spirits are drawn together
Like two alabaster doves
Loving each other daily & nightly
Ever the moment
Hug you dearly
Love you
Like no God can ever imagine
Look me in the eyes
Can’t we just make life happen?
Lonesome heart
One failure after another
Misunderstood compassion
Misconception for love is lost
Despite of my action
Empty like deep space
Searching from dream & reality
For the sweetest taste
Asking question from the wise Oracle
Will my heart ever find a mate?
Echo’s from the cryptic name
Reminiscing in the hollow mind
Close your eyes
This is all a daze
Smoke with delusional haze
Crossing paths…
Can’t across the maze
Forbidden until time fades…
Grab both your hands
Maybe the next lifetime
Where daylight shows its beauty rays…
Never in all the life times had I lived
Time and century
From one past to present
The future blooms
From the tiniest seed
That grows life
To where our souls might cross one day
In the sphere
Of Gaia
Green plants from the beautiful ground
Blue skies
Surrounded by the beautiful white angel
Look after her soul
Protect her from who they once stole
Care for her
For she brings heart & soul
As the story goes,
The weak & the needy
Dream for no blackheart
Shot by the arrow that purges
Life
Love each other
Never fall apart
As the sunset sets
Silhouettes of the appealing moon
Dream I’ll soon…
Privileged to have created a night
A sea of enjoyment
From the one dream
Failure to grasp beauty
Until now
As if kismet intended to be…
Love each day
As if it’s your last
For one day
Maybe we could lie in the grass
Consume life
For all it’s glory
One day will write a story
If not now
Then a lifetime is worth waiting
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
You're half a world away and I don't care
I see the true beauty that lies within
I see beauty with you I wish to share
I can't prove my love much to my chagrin
Such a positive force I've never met
God such hope I have not felt in so long
One word comes to mind, one word this kismet
For always it is sure that we belong
I will do anything to prove to you
How beautiful you make this world for me
Without a doubt my love for you is true
Anything less I do not wish to be
Soon enough it does not matter how long
I will hold out for you, I will be strong
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
gold pours from your lips
tracing the edges of my hips
I count every star on your chest
diamonds dance along your sides
your broken french, silk
wrapping me to you, tied
us both together, tighter
lapis irises look at me
clear as the sunset sea
your body whispers
together we could form
obsidium and hauyne
our core is fire
we'll be together again
we had forgotten this feeling
primal and both healing
thunderstorms begin within me
our meeting surely kismet
certain as the rise of our moon
a volcano becomes active
I yearn to be with you soon
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
In all the lives we've met and in all of them we fall in love
this kismet adoration has created a knot in time
no matter the bodies our souls inhabit
we will find one another and love
and love
and love
and love eachother every time we meet
the era we're in or the life we live will not matter
we will find one another like a recurring dream
happening every time our bodies seek rest
every time our minds seek peace
for every instance we are apart
our incessant hearts will cry
cry so loudly each time we lose one another
their cries will continue on until heaven hears this echo of foreverness and does this feeling justice
allowing for us to love freely and to love whole heartedly and to love
and love
and love
and love to the point where time becomes insignificant
because the seconds no longer look forward to being witness to the hours
they will beg to become witness to our love
and love
and love
and love everlasting
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
my open window
looking out with anticipation
cloudy day
waiting for rain drops
precious sounds of life
trickledown into a thunderstorm
crackle of light
reaching from the clouds to the ground
cloud condensation nuclei
magic droplets start to fall
clouds pass
anticipated blue sky
sun raining rays
creatures buzzing
bird wings flapping
luck of the universe
bringing loveliness into my vision
kismet of my ideas
when reaching for the unknown
ladybug lands on me
providing the luck
elytra open like a mechanical contraption in my dreams
protecting precious veined wings
off you go with exquisite elegance
graceful motion
ballerinas
mimicking
your moves
grand jeté
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
My heart
has cracked open
like the most
fragile of
elusive
eggs
viscous fluid
drips d
own
upon the plate
filled with
fissures,
spidercracks that
threat to
quake into
seismic
measures
and eventually
piece off into
oblivion
and only when
I can finally
unfold myself
from these
underwater
embryonic bends
fetal stretches
and folds
that never end
only then my arms
reach out
into the night
searching
and,
in tiniest of beams,
in one fell stroke
of midnight kismet
I find you
around me
in colored chromium
wrapping me up
headstrong,
filling my
wounded sutures
with
liquid
gold
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Reluctant traveler on a dusty road
on a path not of his choosing..
As he struggles with his load,
he wonders what he is losing.
Feet blistered from the harrowing walk
face weathered from the sun
his hands, they bleed
his throat is parched,
yet water does little for the need.
He convinces himself it is for the best
And accepts it in his mind.
But his heart is hesitant to catch up to his head
afraid there, of what it might find.
Reluctant traveler on the choppy seas
distance has not been smooth sailing..
His conflicted soul he tries to appease,
and he wonders if he is failing.
Steadily he moves, still looking back to the shore
of the ocean inside his mind.
Meanwhile, waiting at his horizon’s door,
is what he had prayed to find.
She waits for him inside his eyes
so deep he cannot see her
behind the lens where truth resides,
she waits for him to free her.
But on his boat he drifts along
carried by the current’s roll,
still looking back, he misses the beacon song
from the lighthouse of her soul.
And so she waits
resting deep,
deep within the ocean of his eyes.
As off he drifts,
drifts to sleep
while the emerald currents reflect the skies.
Their paths, though seemingly guided
may never come parallel;
And kismet conspired with the stars and collided
but only time can tell…
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Engaging in conversation with you renewed distant past memories,
nostalgia's brush strokes painting the enchantment of quaint scene.
Do we, two mere humans, stand a fighting chance against kismet?
Can we rewind to a time of trust, love, serenity and best friendship?
Felt euphoric and wistful catching glimpses of your brazen glances,
same look of longing witnessed in your eyes when we shared our lives.
Fate's timing or did you request the radio station to play that song?
Same dedicated song Delilah played for me at your request in past.
Thanks for the laughs and view of past that brought back memories,
such great memories that bring to mind why I fell in love with you.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
He saw a beautiful world.
He saw the world’s grace.
Saw the world’s seemingly infinite majesties,
the magnificent magnanimity of it all.
He saw the smile of people, the perfect pigment of plants
He experienced a beautiful world.
Yet he was unsatisfied with what he saw.
Unsatisfied with the beautiful world he had.
He looked past the beauties, the elegance, and the gems
And focused on the ephemeral troubles that polluted his lens.
He couldn't handle the new deformities of the world he once saw
He couldn't handle himself at all.
Finger to the trigger and trigger to the gun
at once he knew he would regret.
Gun to the bullet and bullet to the brain.
at once he knew this was kismet.
He hid himself under the sullen pall
Entangled himself in the chaparral
For him there was no escape.
For he was doomed for fate.
If only he had opened his eyes
And realized.
He was satisfied.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
Sinong mag-aakala
Na doon, tayo ay magkakakilala
Una kang masilayan,
Wala akong ibang naramdaman
Sa gilid ng aking mata
Ika’y aking nakikita
Halos magkatabi
Iisang upuan lamang ang pagitan.
Sinong mag-aakala na tayo ay iisa;
Iisang Diyos pinaglilingkuran, iisa ang pinaniniwalaan
Sabay umawit, nagpuri sa Panginoon
Na alam nating tapat mula noon hanggang ngayon.
Sinong mag-aakala na sa paglipas ng isang linggo
Sa dating lugar, tayo'y muling nagtagpo
Walang muwang, mga hakbang ko'y patungo pala sa'yo
Labi nati'y ngumiti nang ang mga mata natin ay nagsalubong.
Lumipas mga araw,
Ika’y akin paring natatanaw
Nakasama, nakausap, at higit na nakilala
Ikaw ay maalam,
Nabigyan ng kakayahan
Magsalita, mangusap tungkol sa katotohanan.
Sinong mag-aakala na damdamin ko’y makukuha mo
Ang aking atensyon ay hindi na maialis sa’yo
Sa bawat salitang lumalabas sa bibig mo,
Tila ang tinig mo’y nagsisilbing musika sa pandinig ko.
Sinong mag-aakala na ika'y gugustuhin ko,
Makasama sa tuwina,
Galak, tanging nadarama
Tunay nga’t ang pinagsamahan
ay hindi nasusukat,
sa kung gaano na katagal magkakilala.
Sinong mag-aakala na hanggang ngayon ikaw pa rin ay kasama ko
Sa panahon at oras na minsa'y gipit na gipit na ako
Tinuruan, nag-iba ang pagtingin ko sa mundo
Naging positibo sa lahat ng aspeto.
Sinong mag-aakala na ikaw ay aking makikilala
Landas na nagtagpo nang dahil kay Bathala
Panahon ay susulitin, hindi mamadaliin
Upang sa huli ay hindi tayo mabitin!
© LMLB
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
I had a talk with God last night
in shining hours beneath the moon
He told of his plans for me
we spoke of kismet, fate, and strength.
I talked to Momma yesterday
between drags of cigarette.
we talked of husbands and better things
she doesn't think I'll ever deserve.
I spoke with Dad this morning too
he needed money for rent again
I told him to go to hell and then
he cried and said he loved you still.
I talked to Dave from the coffee shop
he said you never called him back
I told him not to worry though
I lied and said you were working a lot.
I spoke to Ty on the street last night
he said you owed him a pretty penny
I knew it went to the hole in your arm
he slapped me good to send you a message
I had a talk with God last night
but you're not sober enough to care.
He spoke of mercy, love, restraint
I said, **** you, leave me, alone.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Since we met in this life we’ve been so together
The trees and the sky will tell you, just ask them
Since, frankly and completely as one
Searching our souls, discovering each other and ourselves
Loving, living and learning with no effort at all
Moulding our life to divine goals, elements exploring
Each day we grow, smoothing our rituals and tasks
Simple, small, understated and beautiful
Yet enormous, devastating and wonderful
I’ve never been clearer in mind nor more ordered
Serious or intended, structured yet mesmerised and dreamy
Child-like pleasures our little hearts
Honestly, knowing you has given an exclusive season of patience
A crown of peace with measures of muted resonance
My emotion and behaviour jangle with excitement
Gaining speed and velocity as our developing love fertilises everything we do
If any part of me was withheld or absent it was without cognisance or most importantly intent
I was always here totally, loving you with an undivided heart
Building our future and having the truest most delightful life
Such destiny within two earthly beings, such kismet
But no..earth is not from where we sprung
No logic or contract by human standards but from cosmos and celestial forces
Stardust, moonbeams, sunlight and energy
Our future is viridian, cobalt, alizarin, ultramarine, carmine...
Colours drawn from a bow of happiness with arrows of true love
Thudding into our hearts every single moment
Rainbows of kindly sparkly crystals reflecting each tiny emotion
Willow tree flexibility, cool streams of pure clear water whisper in our ears
Look to your soul and to the memories of our short time together
Begin to believe that life is so very good ,so treasured like us
Darling Jan my complete lover
The wife I’ve always had, true soul provider, custodian of my heart
Clearer in the transformation from Jan and Max to a ‘whole’ inseparable
By anyone or anything for all time and eternity..
Even better knowing that as always
Now even more.....I’m all yours
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 12:22 PM UTC
The first time we met, you were only a nuisance in my world.
The moment you spoke, I made a face full of disgust.
Who could stand that level of obnoxiousness.
Days, Weeks, Months have passed then we meet again.
We met again on a different circumstance.
You said Hi, I said Hello. You were intrigued by who I was.
Asked questions to our common friend, you were in awe.
Little did you know so was I. The vibe you gave off, the things we have in common. Hmmm is this kismet?
The timing was truly perfect. They said it plays a big role.
The only problem was we weren't right for each other.
We tried, we pushed into it but it was already a disaster right from the beginning.
We were only a mere chapter of each other stories.
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC
Kismet!
Genuine, loyal, royal and true.
Ensign flaring, pearly love.
Trumpets serenade.
An opal tinge of missing luck.
Mislaid on the way.
Left me rather blue.
Kismet could have kissed me.
She could have kissed him too.
Made him want to stay a while.
A caricature in goldfish bowl.
Surface scraping, seeking air.
Blessed are the meek of heart.
To live and breathe, for words of art.
Write words of honour, passion and pain.
Scratch out love words once again.
Hold tender words.
Close in heart.
Near in head.
To say once more before I'm dead.
Retreat and defeat come not to me.
True love or nothing.
But, not lucky enough to be,
Never in a daydream.
Or ever in a nightmare.
In the land of chivalry.
Only knight's a writer.
That's how it's got to be.
My writing is the one for me.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC