Visions of life poems x3



The esoteric poet, while essentially for the lofty, uplifting and sublime, can by nature write prose or poetry on everything. He/she does so by allowing himself/herself to become the flowing ink in the pen of the Great Artist Himself, and as such rests within, in a deep and tranquil solitude. These three poems are an attempt to deviate from my preferred subjects, and to mirror the more practical realities of nature and earthly life. I trust you find them useful.




Great Coffee, Youiow!


As the coffee works its way,

Down an eagerly anticipating, now blissful throat,

The digestive juices dance with delight.

With jaded nerves revived,

The cup of expresso caffeine,

Now awakens those sinewy muscles;

Tired limbs, and gives them life.

Ah! I am alive again!

The words of Peter standing next to me,

Suddenly makes sense; the chores of Sunday cleaning

Less laboriously becomes,

And a stomach now filled

With the make-believe illusions of my dark-stained Friend,

Finds it easier to circumvent a fog-filled brain. –Manatita 28/7/13.



Shades of Battersea Park, London, UK.

The drone of an aircraft drifts through the tall, sturdy trees,

Some yielding, others fierce with pride and holding their heads high.

Like a whirlwind, cyclists and skateboarders flash by,

As mothers with their babies in prams,

Hug the grass verge fiercely, to stay out of those riders way.

While the zephyrs kiss me refreshingly,

Ducks swim and speak out from a cool, still,

Invigorating and picturesque lake.

Across the bandstand and Central avenue,

The magnificent Pagoda towers over the nearby Thames,

Whose flowing consciousness, energises the passers-by.

All are here: walkers, joggers, runners …

The jubilant voices of the children can be heard,

As they swing and jump to the beat of a temporary Jurassic Park.

Ice-cream vendors peddle their craft,

As the tunes of their decorative vans beckon us.

While, not so far away, the dog-handlers and sport enthusiasts,

Seek meaning from the scented flowers, or happiness from their skills.

-Manatita 30th July, 2013.

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Lost in despair

On the edge of the cliff, he stood,

Precariously swaying back and forth,

Full of emptiness and strife.

Long had he stood there.

As Almitra watched, not daring to go any closer,

In case he suddenly decided to jump on a manual bunjee.

Tears rolled down a gloom-filled faced,

Falling from tired eyes now laden with much grief.

Almitra, fearing what might be, crept stealthily closer,

As the saddened soul looked down, at the gorge-like crevice below.

He was about to jump,

When her hands made contact, and pulled him back. –Manatita 28/7/13.

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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Fabulous work, Manatita. I am glad that you did deviate...for this was wonderful poetry to take in. Voting up and sharing.


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

Thanks Wayne.

I appreciate your kind sentiments. Glad you thought them fabulous. Loving thoughts.


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Cantuhearmescream 3 years ago from New York

Manatita,

I found these truly delightful! I really enjoyed the first one and I envy anyone who can write about the most simplest of things and find a beauty there. 'With the make-believe illusions of my dark-stained Friend,

Finds it easier to circumvent a fog-filled brain.' ~ I loved that and I'm looking extra forward to my morning cup of coffee!

I enjoyed them all and while the last one seemed to have a sadder sentiment, you closed it with hope.

Up and more ~ Sharing too!

Cat


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

Truly discerning. You saw what I was doing with the last poem. A man I deeply admire and an illumined Soul - to me - said that even the poems of despair helps us. I feel your spirit. You are a loving soul, but I sense tough times. Be brave, be happy, and yes, dare to hope and have faith.


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Cantuhearmescream 3 years ago from New York

manatita,

Yes, even the poems of despair do help us. They make us realize that we are never alone and there will always be hope in a new tomorrow. Thank you again... tomorrow I plan on reading some more of your lovely pieces... you have a very comforting way about you and I truly appreciate it.

Thank you and have a wonderful day!

Cat


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

I love how you can walk among crowds and see beauty and despair, then write beautiful poetry that lifts the reader. Thank you....


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Theater girl 3 years ago from New Jersey

You wrote 3 poems that illustrate there is beauty in the seemingly mundane (coffee) the joyous (children playing in a park on a lovely day) and in the sad as in the last poem. And it does show as in the best poems, if and when we find beauty in all things...there is hope. Great job!


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

To: Always Exploring + Theatre girl:

You see the beauty here. You are receptive to what I am trying to do. There is beauty in all things true. All comes from God. Deep appreciation for your kind sentiments. Much love.

To: Cat: What can I say? Much joy.


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

Thank you for the deviation in subject matter. Still, no matter how mundane your topic, your language and style are still lofty. I appreciate that!


manatita44 3 years ago

Today my heart is full of beauty and I wish to share.

Pranams, obeisance, gratitude ... all where, all where.


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thumbi7 3 years ago from India

Beautiful...

I wonder how you have transformed simple things in life like drinking coffee into a beautiful poetry...

Voted up and shared


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

A fabulous poetic journey. Lovely pics. Enjoyed.


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

Thank you so much, Gypsy Rose. I appreciate this.

Thumbi7. Yes, my friend, simply because life itself is a form of art and God is the Supreme Artist. Thank you so much. Joy to you.


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James-wolve 3 years ago from Morocco

Stunning..So beautifully woven.Voted up.

Nice to meet you.


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

My Brothr Jame. Mch appreciation here. Thank you so much!


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Three very different poems and each beautifully written. Enjoyed reading them.


manatita44 3 years ago

I think of love when I see you. I also think of comfort and reassurance. I need to touch base about one of your informative Hubs also.

Thanks for your continued support. Much peace to you.


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

I think that we all need to deviate from time to time, to give our heads and hearts a bit of a respite. Cleansing is good...


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

Too true, as long as I serve a lofty purpose. Much light, good brother, Avian.


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

My brother James, you are so kind. Much gratitude.


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vkwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

You have a wonderful selection of deep poetry.


manatita44 3 years ago

And it is a great soul that knows this. Thanks a million, Vkwok


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Michael Kismet 24 months ago from Northern California

I am greatly humbled by the depth, three well crafted poems.


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manatita44 24 months ago from london Author

Thank you Michael, and welcome.

I truly appreciate this.


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Anna Haven 21 months ago from Scotland

Diverse and yet linked. As a coffee lover I appreciate the first, as a human I appreciate the hope for us all in the third.


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manatita44 21 months ago from london Author

Thanks Anna, you noticed! I find it easy and yet difficult to do bad endings. You will find that I am a kind of Light-bringer in the sense that the body of my poems are designed to lift.

I really appreciate your input. Not slept for a while but hope to visit some of my Hubbers as soon as I can. Much love.

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