Beautiful Minds Poets

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Marilyn Ward, "Dancing Deer," United Kingdom

My petite
Miracle of perfection
Luminous you shine
Cornucopia of colours in the sun
Musical heartbeats flit and hum
Sweet and vibrant
Such a jewel
Like a rainbow
Shimmering in view
A darling masterpiece
A poem, a prayer
I exalt your creation every day
Ma petite
Tiny and bright
This hummingbird
Within my sight

Mary Lynn Luiz, Winter Haven, Florida, USA

God's Temple

Could it possibly be,
that holy place is inside of me!
I'm not a building made out of stone,
But of flesh, water blood, and bone!
My mind can't conceive such a thing,
Yet, your spirit is telling me something!

You’re wanting to abide within,
Oh, Lord! Yes! I invite You in!
Cleanse me Lord from the Inside-out.
All impurities must be thrown out!
My body to you, Lord, I Surrender!
Your perfect love, my soul finds so tender.
No need to go any place,
You've prepared the perfect place!
My body, the holy of holies, became
Now’ God's Temple I will remain!

Krishnasankar Acharjee, Kolkata, West Bengal, India

Eclipse.

The pomp of power and proud feint Long-drawn darkness deeply afraid In dark joyless river's complaint Ancient empires silently swayed The path of glory's cheer passed on Living lyre slumbers in heart Closed eyes fancied in ways forlorn Worthless memories will not depart Formula phrase fears of Romans. Should not follow souls to their grave. The prophet prays force Herculean Their epitaph engraved, heavenly stave. On my bosom the glory of Greece prays. So, in the parent’s lake the Spartans blaze. © 2019 Krishnasankar Acharjee The Peloponnesian War between Athens and Sparta, 431-404 BCE

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Saroja Krishnamurthy, Community Administrator, Bangalore, Karnataka, India

ಮುಕ್ತಾಯ

ನಿಶೆ ಹರಿಯಿತು
ಕನಸುಗಳು ಕಣ್ಮರೆಯಾದವು
ಮೋಡ ಕವಿದ ಆಕಾಶ
ತನ್ನ ಬಾಗಿಲುಗಳ ಮುಚ್ಚುವಂತಿದೆ
ಅಣಕಿಸುವ ತಾರಾಕೂಟ
ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚ್ಚಿದವು

ಸುಟ್ಟು ಭಸ್ಮವಾಯಿತು ಗರ್ವ
ಎಂತದೋ ಹಂಬಲ ಕಿವಿಗಳಿಗೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ನುಡಿಯ ಆಲಿಸಲು
ಗಟ್ಟಿಯಾಗಿ ಬಳಸಿ
ಯಾರನ್ನಾದರೂ ತಬ್ಬುವ ಬಯಕೆ

ಗಾಯನ, ನರ್ತನಗಳ ಸದ್ದಡಗಿದವು
ರವಿಯ ಬೆಳಕ ಕಾಣುವಾಸೆ
ಇನ್ನೂ ಕೊಂಚ ಮಿಡಿಯುತ್ತಿರುವ
ಹೃದಯಕ್ಕೆ

ಆದರೆ ಅದೇನೋ ಒಂದು
ಸೆಳೆದೊಯ್ಯುತಿದೆ
ಅವನ ವಿಶ್ವವನ್ನು ದೋಚಿ

ENGLISH VERSION

Closure

Night has ended
Dreams have escaped
Clouded sky
As though closing shutters
Mocking stars
Eyes shut
Pride burnt into ashes
Ears yearning to hear
The loving whispers
Trying to clasp someone
In his arms
Song and dance stopped
Heart longing
for a sunny day
But
Something
is sweeping him away
Robbing his world

David W Palmer, Community Owner, Auburn, Washington, USA

a poet’s heart
breaks not as much for suffering
but that the world is as it is
when it could be much more
and thus his restless heart

an artist’s eye
seeks for beauty
suggesting questions
“what if?” and “why not?”
that we may hunger more

blessed be God’s messengers
prophets in the village square
asking troubling questions
that passers-by can’t shake
until they find answers

© 2019 david w palmer
a gogyohka-ren poem

Picture is a detail from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, the Vatican, by Michelangelo (painted 1508-1512) "Jeremiah, the Weeping Prophet"

Maricris Duran Cabrera, Community Owner, Dumaguete City, Negros Oriental, Philippines

#IndependenceDay

#USA "The land of the free and home of the brave"

In honor of the American people; friends, poets. 

Happy 4th of July!

Mother Of Exiles

Your eyes say there's a room for everyone

I lost my way, welcome me to your shore

Light up your torch, I'm avoiding the sun

Of fear as I sailed across with my oar.

Are there words  unsaid in your silenced lips

The waves churn, the winds gather the voices

Behind those walls e'en thus of rolling ships

And thunderclaps above frightened faces.

Is there a loving embrace known to me

Is there a warm home beyond tall, old pines;

Roots of battles as old as history

Here, is my ambrosial desire that chimes.

I'd sing the songs of heroes rejoicing

Man; so shall the seabird's breadth of wanting.

© 2019 Maricris Cabrera 

Violeta Marquez, San Jose, California, USA

Venimos o nos vamos?

Me cuestiono cada día.
Vivamos cada momento.
Es aprendizaje de vida!
Si la razón no fluye espera mínimo minutos..
Para que tú alma fluya.

Are we coming or are we leaving?|
I question myself every day.
Let's live every moment.
It's life learning!
If reason doesn't flow, wait a few minutes.
For your soul to flow.

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