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Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM


Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011

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ENGINE OF THE SOUL

Build me an engine –lady of my dream,

Let it be powered by eternal steam.

May patience be your tool of design,

Planning completeness with a cunning mind.

To drive the pistons of a soul’s production,

We need fire with extreme combustion.

This fire from the fervor of powerful prayer

Will create the steam with warmth to spare.

The engine comes to life with a blast and a toot,

And begins to harvest the spiritual fruit.

Run on my soul, with speed aplenty;

For the harvest is rich and the prayers are many.

Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

Bending Spoons

 

...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.

It depends on psi
if you 
are mutant 
X or Y 
a paranormal opportunity 
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .

Stare at the pattern 
on the handle
as you imagine 
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.

So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...

Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.

Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...

Copyright © Andrew Rymill | Year Posted 2012

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Positive Hypothesis

The most positive hypothesis is:
And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, 
Will draw all men unto me. 
John 12:32 This has been tested 
Through the years,
 And it still stands true.
Will you test the hypothesis
Or still sit around being blue?
 The positive hypothesis is John 12:32.


wrote 9-14-10

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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Save Earth From Pollution

There are solutions
To save earth from pollution
New resolutions

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010

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A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

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The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below









Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
                                            

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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DAVY JONES LOCKER

Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom belongs to the sailors devil himself,
Thus she announces her masters arrival,
Known is he, as Davy Jones.
Aquatic demon, the soul feast-er, appearing perched
Upon the four masted sailing vessel, a seething fiend,
With ivory white fangs, red piercing eyes flash against
The storms rage.
The predator to prey ratio, delights this beast, from hell's
Deepest pit, it's relishing laughter, does chill the mariner,
To their very bones within.
Atop his ghoulish head, arises bullish horns, to drive
The undead, beneath the seas watery realm.
Fly swiftly, all seafaring men aboard, for the dark wrack's
Shadow,  mars  thy voyage, for death's imitate sacrifice.
Crimson gloves, do hold a set of golden keys, to chains
Shackled locks, behold phantom wave stalkers.
Lost souls of the forgotten, servitude’s salves of the
Murky bottoms depths.
Treasures locker keeper, within the heart of the sea,
Does lie, a cold  guardian stands watch, over it's
Precious contents, bound forever as persecution's
Divine punishment, from Poseidon, the great
Lord of the seven seas.
Answering their captain's hailing, the soulless crew,
Climbs aboard his ghostly craft, heading ever upwards,
To the unknown beyond.
Accursed windjammers, cutting against the rough surf,
Emerging as a seaweed covered derelict, it charges forth,
Riding upon the edge of the ultimate storm.
At fates spinning wheel, Davy Jones hands are set steadfast,
Awaiting the newly undead, to join his brackish crew.
The living pray for mercy grace, salvation's angels
Save us, pleading on knees bent low, Oh Lord Almighty,
Hear the sailors voices, crying out in sheer terror.
But the devil dues must be paid, for other 
Mariner’s safe passage.  
To night behold the tolls collection plate is passed,
And is served by evils blackest hand, nay it's filled
Not in gold, but instead ti's flesh to the living bone.
Served on a silver platter, to none other then
Davy Jones himself, listen to his echoing laughter,
Filling the chilled air's darkness, 
Than plunging beneath the briny depth's below.
Nothing remains but a legend's myth or so
It is said.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 



Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

SOLAR WHALES


Black is the oceans of the heavens, gleaming with the coral reef of
Stars, serenity amongst the voids abyss, it is fathomless, a
Universal sea eternal, beauty set upon the heights divides.
A rushing torrent of vastness ever flowing, always changing
Uncharitable by navigation or mechanical device, it is the
Infinite masterpiece of the almighty's master craftsman’s ship,
Too which the yardmen cast their sails of discovery, following
The farthest northern star.
Shimmer does the cosmic sand dust, aligning the distant
Planetary shores, splashing with the rippling waves
Beyond time and space.
This is the cradle of life’s essence, the tidal pool of our emergence,
Suspended above, lit by the burning sun on the horizon’s hardened
Edge of survival, without a ports harbor for safeties sheltering cove.
Captain am I, of my own destiny, first mate of mine divine soul,
I’m an elliptical voyager, seeking the unknown passage,
Beyond the outer limits of spaces tidal rift.
Floating islands of motions asteroids, bumping as frozen ice bergs,
Shattering in the gravitational pull of these space continental giants,
Melting within their grasping heated touch.
But I am a hunter by trade and necessity, looking for the prey in
These lunar waters of blackness, call me Ahab, seeking the great
White whale, slick is this leviathan, a chameleon blending, diving into
The rippling surf of this black hole of this universe.
Nay call me neither mad, nor insane for I've seen this space whale,
Lined with crystal diamonds, sparkling beneath the solar array,
Breathing liquid air and spitting it outwardly full steam ahead.
Mockingly at me, he winks with those sea foam blue eyes,
I'm not set to kill the beast, but to instead marvel at his realism,
And to prove the unidleness of my mental mind.
So I will tread this galaxy in search of him, forever to ramble
Along these distant planetary shores, until another soul beholds
This creature of divine beauty, call me then Ahab, seeking
To find his great white whale.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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Hard Headed Women

<                                        she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man 

                                          when they get together
                                          they join hand and hand
                                          for loves be glory
                                          in this fairy tales story

                                        
                                          for she's a hard headed women
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          though shes stubborn as an mule
                                          but can make that man still drool
                                          as he's so shy
                                          but  captured her roving eye


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man


                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          now don't you just think
                                          romance can start out as a wink
                                          even if it may be a little lie
                                          come on little boy now give it a try


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft harded man



                                      
                                          
My Next 
Country Western Song   LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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DISPENSATION OF THE DIVINE

Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky,
In a lush and cool garden of delight,
The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye,
Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight.
His melodious song praises the divine One,
Whose luminance descends in a beam,
Touching within the shrine bright as the sun,
Turning every thing gold as in a dream.
The Lord rests now upon His noble throne,
Calling all to climb up the stairs of stone.

There my reverie of Jesus commenced--
The glory of His office deified,
His knowledge of man’s history there dispensed,
His science of the present thither described.
Wisdom of the future was His display,
Myself humbled to receive His cachet.

Five years of learning was spent at this shrine--
Proving command of as many disciplines--
Crossing the bridge from human to Divine,
His acute knowledge of miracles begins.
Then writing for His testimonial,
Also history that brightens the wise,
With focus on the rites ceremonial,
And how theocracy does authorize.
Divine authority added to His reign,
With the King’s seal He departs the domain.

Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2009

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SEX ANTIDOTE

Quiet whispers   
whispering about sex
sex is natural   
everyone's whispering about sex
masculine and feminine energy
male and female sex   
let’s talk about it     
let’s talk about sex
souls dating
souls mating
I’m first  
he’s next 
he's staring at it 
going at it
no calls, no text
lose the negative stigma 
associated with sex
come,  come      
sexual education is up next
here’s what we need to know
admire the body  
it inspires growth
be kinky
blindfolded, suck on toes
no shame in it      
play with it
see where it goes 
sex is not to be put to shame
sex so good 
I call out his name
`oh, God  
his name
sex so good   
no shame     
sex so good   
no blame 
sex is an antidote for emotional pain

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

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In Protest of Science

I'd like you to meet my Uncle Joe
He's the vegetable of our family.
That is, if we listen to statistics.
According to them, the experts,
Since Joe didn't die by the age of five
He is now a vegetable.

Well! We wish every family
Could have vegetable like ours;
On that walks, talks
And has given us many years
Of pure pleasure and
More love than we'll ever deserve.

How many vegetables do you know
That give the world's best hugs
And tell you every day you are beautiful?
How many vegetables do you know 
That pray for you every day?
How many vegetables can crack you up
By misquoting old sayings-
"You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him stand on his head"?
Yes, we are extremely fond of our vegetable
He's been in our family
Over 50 years and although
He is pretty spoiled rotten by now
As vegetbles sometimes
Become after a time
We plan to keep him around for fifty more!

Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

Dragon And the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter

We were looking at pictures from the Mars Reconnaisance Rover.
Dragon became so very excited, and he wanted to go right over.
Before we let him go we showed him Orbiter pics he’d never seen.
Like the Worms on Mars, or the glass tunnels hidden in the ravens.

And the spring to fall trees that grow up and out of the sand dunes.
Dark, and mysterious, growing in straight lines, as to a pipers tune.
On top of the dunes, on the sides where the warm sun is coming thru…
Are they alive, or a trick the planet learned, to taunt us, it has accrued?

And the Seven Sisters that are located on that southern extinct volcano,
Are they artifacts left over from that old volcano’s mysterious inferno?
The Seven Sisters are perfectly formed holes to great caverns below…
Flat basalt floors far down, meteors opened with their mighty blows.

They’re hotter inside in the winter than the vast planet’s surface above.
And cooler in the summer, so do they hold an atmosphere, to speak of?
And do they have people, down below there, which the planet still loves?
Is there a civilization hidden down there, to some day… be spoken of?

Do people still abide underground, in these barren, desert type lands?
There was once water in abundance, all over, was it then, oh, so grand?
Was the atmosphere once thicker, before the planets core went so cold?
Did an atmosphere protect it back then, from cosmic rays, now so bold?

The water remains now, in the ground, under Carbon monoxide and sand,
Where the carbon monoxide keeps it frozen and hidden, but close at hand.
Is it also in caverns below, where its inhabitants might now still be alive?
Is it possible that in caverns below, a whole civilization may still survive?

Dragon couldn’t wait to find out the truth, of what this planet might hide.
He’s far too impatient, to wait for the scrapes that science would provide.
So he touched the sky flying over to Mars, and found, a sign explaining…
Posted on the glass tunnels, it said, “We won’t be back, Gone to earth.”

Dragon came back with the anticlimactic ending, he now had to report.
Did Martians that lived there in the past, make it to earth, to hold court?
Now only time and science will tell us, what we want, to some day know.
Are WE Martians that lived there, did God create us from them, long ago?

Alas, poor Dragon now has to await answers from Scientists… Yet Again!

Based upon information brought to us by the Mars Reconnaissance Orbitor.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

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Tree

follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

Logic and science

Through logic and science
One can even know Allah
And understand Him

Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012

Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Knights of Rationalism

We’re coming out of the caves
We’re moving into the Lime Light
It’s now ‘cause the time’s right
The bold and the brave
We’re here to tear down the old
We’re moving into the future
The New better suit ya
The brave and the bold

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

We’re rebuilding broken down schools
We’re building real education
Across every last nation
Your tyranny your rules
We’re climbing out of the dark
Out from your stories and fables
Now we’re turning the tables
Our freedom our ark

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

It’s time to breathe the fresh air
It’s time for no more pollution
Now we have the solution-
Drop delusion and prayer
It’s time to walk in the light
It’s time to love all the science
Show them all your defiance
You’re the Rationalist’s Knight

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

The age of freedom and wonder
And the church going under
So let go of your fear
The age of Reason is here

Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Pachamama

In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
Pachamama
As  high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece

Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo  pacific  whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale

The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece

Copyright © reyhan yucebay | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE


Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs, ceasing time in a stalemates chest move, slats angles
Become uninclined, and mankind’s constant universal theory,
Is turned inside outside, and outside in!
Aftershocks echoing reverberation, vibrates against the
Broadband network rocking it senseless, the tensile strength
Of reality is shaken to its inner deepest core!
Abnormalities anomalous door has been swung shut,
And at its thresholds pivot center lies the heart of the
Devils triangle, beware hells gates left wide open!
A supernatural supersonic blast in abstract form,
Contracting and retracting at the very fabric of the
Spatial time continuum, pulling them backwards tightly,
In a slingshots earth shuddering motion!
Then suddenly releasing the bow string, this arrow of
Time suspension is shot forwards, interrupting the equal
Ends of our planetary polarized capes, the global antistructure
Is knocked off the grid!
Sonars study screen, blips into unsettled waves of vibration,
Unto the known surrenders upon the unknown realm of
Unrealism, in this split seconds finite moment of utter stilled
Silence, something eerie happens, the materialistic disappears,
Without evidences residual trace, can it be an abyssal vortex,
Or a rogue waves giant aquatic claw retracting!
In this unidimensional limbo field, no puzzle piece quite fits
The void of space left behind, humanity’s intelligence is unable
To comprehend what has happened, behold the final deadened zone,
Of the unnatural and undefined!
What coalition’s collision can cause this much powers refraction,
Where lights suspension is faster than the speeding bullet’s
Sounding, the undecidable throngs of the theoretical hypostasize
At these questions of the unknown!
But in the eyes of humanity we are left in awes amazement,
At the Bermuda Triangles sheer raw force of power,
Beneath the waves of this elliptical seas of knowledge,
Humanity is just a child of simplicities simple thoughts,
Captured within its cradle of universal growth,
In times crawling motion we’ll learn slowly to walk,
Then to stand upright, amongst the orbiting giants 
Beyond our earth bondage's reach!
But in the devil’s triangle, we are but inept whales unable to
Breech for the breathing, maybe in the futuristic future will finally
Take in the refreshing air of the divine tides of Aquatic Sea of infinite
Knowledge!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism | |

We cuddle up in the caramel of Botticelli springs

A humble tapestry caught the rebus of incense breeze
Hard crossing through the surrealist fullerene fig trees;
The colors abide by the season`s changeable kilt;
The buckyonions wind is absolved from all guilt
Because it abstained from voting a real change;
Now it`s ready to accede to any invisible cage.
In the marten`s leap, in the squirrel`s frozen fear,
Recollections are swimming in a single sacred tear.

I don't know what I said, I don`t know how to take
The words that may hurt each other, old mistake
Ready to haunt the white season`s forgotten things;
We cuddle up in the caramel of Botticelli springs.
Glass paradise in state of neglect, like the newest art
Spread minute pictures with spices pretty piquant,
In which only the sunflower turns its blond nape.
The pale diamond still rests in the future`s gape;

But scientist knows the finely signs that remind
The fullerene trees and the buckyonions wind
As horizon of destiny and impenetrable restriction;
Our hug seems interstellar medium UV extinction. 

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

I'm A Little Horny Unicorn

<                                       mythical creature

                                     woven from the hands of god

                                         and given an horn

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet | |

Oh, Science

Oh science, unforgiving in its might,
Hast found its words in the mouths of many.
Stopping people, as they seem to take flight.
Halting those whose minds imagine plenty.
I ask those who hone science as an art,
Why must you crush our dreams and desires?
For we and our dreams, we never shall part.
You would not know a dream from a wire. 
As you prove to some, God does not exist.
You do not see all their hope torn to shreds.
Heads down faces low, their life gone amiss.
It’s amazing how you hold up your head. 
Science, I ask you to tread from my place,
So that I may still show dreams on my face. 

Copyright © Austin Alfano | Year Posted 2013

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The House on the Hill

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
It's been my home for many years now – all my life.
Why do I fear everything and wish not to return?
They are not mean… and certainly there has been no strife,
But in looking at that light… almost feels it would burn.

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I stand among the rows of grain… and feel so much at peace.
It’s so quiet and still… feels as though time has stopped,
I can gather my thoughts to make my understanding increase,
Although work must be done, as this grain must be chopped.

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I feel so different and out of place… nothing to discuss,
As they are farmers during the day, and furniture at night.
If I leave and join the others, I know there’ll be a fuss,
And they may even call the law to capture me on sight.
  
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
Why is it so hard to decide?... I know what’s best for me,
There is still this attraction; like a moth to a flame.
But if I do return, it will be to my end… I believe,
All my unique abilities will disappear and flow down the drain.

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I think it’s time to turn around and see my future.
We must all turn a corner and make an important decision,
As now I’m entering a new life and leaving one of agriculture,
To a realm of science and thought… so sad there’s a family division.
I shall not return… no, I shall not return to that house on the hill.


By: Greg Stanley


Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2012