Meditation Poems
Is Our Fate - Alexis Karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
i know that i shall meet my shadow,
one day, is our fate. I know that, someday,
the light ends for us and the deadly gravity
will absorb us. And again, a magician spark
will shine and a ocean of souls
will flood the universe and will
give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven,
my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself
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I Loved The Love - Alexis Karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
I loved the love and i still love of it,
because it's a light break in endless darkness,
the lake that awaits you on the desert,
the rose that cannot wither,
the warm nest of birds.
Love, between hello and goodbye
we never are alone.
So, since you ask : alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
So, since you ask
the civilization have broken down
and man become tyrants for himself
dissevered and deceived
he share his pitiful confusions
sinks into despair
and in atrociously violence
And what to do?
to keep's your own integrity
to respect the sacredness of life
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on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
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Live in Mercy - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
And this that we call life,
it is no more than the opening
and closing of a eye
a crevice in the unborn
through which there shone
a beam of light.
Perhaps we are only here to say,
live in the mercy
of the enkindless immensity.
Renewed Prayers
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
What prayers do I say
At the catacombs
This morning of high dew?
And who shall burn a taper
Behind me
To ease the ghost-darkness of a
Frightened city?
What stanza of the paternoster
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Meditation Hour
by Ghairo Daniels
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
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Park Therapy
by Stewart Watkins
I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today.
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping.
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.
A sanguine sun coyly peeked through tall pines and sweet gums.
Then a gentle voice came and caressed my ears.
I savored sweet breaths as a bee crossed and hummed.
And I heard, "Shhh! Hold on, I'm abating all troubles and banishing all fears."
on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
......
Magnolia
by T. Caddy
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
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