I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still - most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.
flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
through tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
basic
incessant surge
of
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
through
timeless portals
of perception
reflective
opens up
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic frequency
resonant
tuned precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of eternity
transitions
from
one manifestation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
abhors vacuum
pervasive
propels the essence
of existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate
A world without God men have created
something for centuries they've contemplated
Though ‘nature abhors a vacuum’ men still believe
Drugs, Degradation and Death ~ now up her sleeve
I am the harbinger of death
I am the god of a thousand wars
I am the cause of your last breath
I am what humanity abhors
I am thoughtless to all your goals
I am the evil that men do
I am the corruptor of souls
I am a reflection of you
Intrinsic intuition tunneled through time,
drives incessant the central cognitive impulses,
surges with the sensuous waves
of enlivening enlightenment,
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.
The rhythm of time pulsates relentless
in the inner secluded space infinite,
the fervent frequency in harmony
with the intonation of the void,
the transition designed unequivocally
from one articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force abhors pervasive vacuum,
propels persistently the existential essence
through the sense-saturated emptiness
of enigmatic equanimity of abandonment
to the self-suffused sanctum of fulfilling bliss.
She abhors the light
Her eyes, a ground where rivers flow
Prefers to dwell in blossom of the night.
After years of waiting
Years of grieving and wailing
Her joy came, but brief.
A moon that promised so much light
Yet her weak hands had but one touch.
He was no more, her only moon faded.
Oh, tender moon, what happened to your glow?
Are you not tired of torturing me?
Don't you feel for my sagging breasts?
Seasons come and go
My aging body is weary
God knows I tried.
Intrinsic intuition
tunneled through time,
drives incessant
central cognitive impulses,
surges sensuous waves
of enlightenment
enlivening,
through vacuity
of perception
amorphous.
Rhythm of time
resonates relentless
in inner space
infinite,
frequency in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
transition designed
unequivocally
from one articulation
to another,
modulated innately
by motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force
abhors vacuum
pervasive,
propels persistently
existential essence
through sense-saturated
emptiness of equanimity
enigmatic,
to the cosmic cauldron
divine.
Intrinsic awareness,
sensuous stream
in the vale of time,
channeled challenged
through mind’s myriad
angularities accentuated,
carries in coherent current
ceaselessly,
the cognitive impulses
criticality conjured,
surging swathing waves
of enlightenment
across formless emptiness
of amorphous perception.
The pulse of time
vibrates with perpetuity
in inner space,
intuitively infinite,
the cadence in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
the manifested
timeless transition
from one phase
to another
in continuum,
modulated mystically
by stimulus shimmer
of the illumined soul.
The life force
ostensibly obscure,
abhors vacuum,
persistence pervasive
propels the essence
of the existent
in nothingness niche.
Focus on being the Light
(For you create inspirational dreams)
By Michelle Morris
07/09/2023
Empty your mind
Open up your mind
Empty your body
Open up your body
Empty your heart
Open up your heart
Empty your soul
Open up your soul
Empty your life
Open up your life
Empty your space
Open up your space
Emptiness creates a vacuum
Nature abhors a vacuum
Openness invites expansion
The Universe keeps expanding
Create a space within you
Let your being be free
Focus on attracting Light
Abundance and well-being
Source wants you to prosper
The Universe has your back
Everything creates a synergy
Abundance and not lack
Open up your mind
Open up your body
Open up your heart
Open up your soul
Open up your life
Open up your space
We are all connected
Our entire human race
We are divinity in action
We are love and Light everywhere
Anything is possible
Magic and miracles and daring
Keep creating space within you
Let your being be forever free
Focus on being the Light
For you create inspirational dreams
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Who's this stranger now before me
With a look that's dark and stormy
It's a face that now abhors me
With no pity left here for me
All is gone I once held dearer
As his madness drawing nearer
The expression seems much clearer
This reflection in the mirror
Intrinsic awareness channeled through time
Impels the cognitive basic impulses incessant
Intones the echoing rhythm of benign bliss
Inside the emptiness of resonating perception.
Invisible life force abhors vacuum pervasive
Imbues the void with the essence of divinity.
A madman’s humanity
of which we decry
When he has those feelings
the same, you and I
How can he commit
such actions of death
Then cry when a comrade
lets out his last breath
A madman with feelings
the concept abhors
That he loves his children
his dog and his whores
His body dies bloody
his legend to live
Embroiled in fury
—only time can forgive
(The New Room: May, 2022)
Watching ‘Narcos’ on Netflix
Come. Invent.
Do you believe in all these
fairy-tales about love?
Or are you a hardcore skeptic,
who abhors romance?
Come. Invent the ghost of love
perched on your porch like a
silk Persian rug.
Love's a new mansion full of
possibilities, a heart's shrine,
be a faithful custodian.
Come. Invent.
Let's face it. You need a whole new
wardrobe for your emotions.
Stop procrastinating. Come.
Invent, a new destiny, a new
travel itinerary.
Forget the wall clock,
that does moves you to live
and just in a hurry...
Abhors the wristwatch,
that drives your nerves
to nervousness...
That you may trigger
your inner times,
with biological certainty
that the authentic watch
of your spirit be a intuitive
marker that your heart
regulates... !
Just one of my favourite Carolyn poems.
All of CD’s poems spoke to me, in some way or other.
She was someone extra special, so much did she give in her
Heartfelt poetry, and so specific in right from wrong.
If anyone here on soup, deserve their poetry to be archived
In a form of a book, it is Carolyn.
Colour Of My Heart
Now brown, the once-blue brook meanders down
To dams where sludge has chased beavers away
As species die, our Mother casts a frown
For Nature can’t control man or his way
From fracking, tapping minerals, she groans
She coughs, red lava spews from Mother’s pores
With waste-clogged arteries, she weeps and moans
The very sight of man she now abhors
As Nature inhales toxins, man’s forewarned
Her colors change from purity to rage
Depleting ozone, Earth has now been warmed
Tsunamis, hurricanes take center stage
We shed our tears, entrapped by urban sprawl
But Mother turns her head and lets them fall
© Carolyn Devonshire 2018
Entered Andrea Dietrich ‘Celebrating Carolyn’s
Uncontest poetry contest. 7/9/2021
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