Best Beyonds Poems
The body, in all its wonders and might, is still such a fragile thing.
We mustn't forget the ever impending mortality,
In order to prize each given day.
Likewise, we must not forget the ever present immortality of our true beings.
Our souls, our spirits, are only residential in the vessels of bodies.
The human brain clouds our actualization of supremacy.
It dilutes truth. It is the cause of sadness towards death, pain in temporary loss,
unjust fates of our loved ones.
It is unreasonable.
We must not forget that we are more than memories and emotions,
For, Death is not a sentence, but a cycle of reawakened enlightenment.
Just as life is but a mere drive towards a greater destination-
A stamp upon each being as they ascend into the vast beyonds-
Such is everlasting peace and happiness in knowing that all will rejoice in the union of long lost souls.
Is there a stellar orb that’s last,
beyond beyonds of cosmic vast?
I can’t imagine such a thing,
no matter where my thoughts take wing,
for always there would be one more
at least, if not an endless store.
Yet let my flight of fancy soar,
through door beyond the furthest door
and plumb the muses’ reservoir
where heavens’ portals are ajar
by searching yon the farthest star
to where celestial dreamers are
with everlasting repertoire.
Oh I would wave a wishing wand
o’er stars beyond the last beyond,
and sail the seas of welkin’s realm
undaunted by the waves that whelm
with vision to perceive unseens
beyond illusion’s shrouding screens.
~ Harley White
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This was newly written for a poetry contest on All Poetry with the same name as my poem's title…
Change is Graceland when
you're close to the edge.
Future memories, wonderous stories,
our tales of tomorrow, yesterday and
today awaken words on living pages.
10 percent emptiness minus the
realities of life--pauses--serves to
endear one's flight into discarnate
realms periodic of physical death to
prime prisms of Guiding Light.
Poignant captures of succulent end
times by planet Earth preferentials,
reveals our tortoise track to
conscious soulfulness.
Unknowing of any capsoul life
formula for existence, I lean heartily
to penitent painted pasts,
custom framed nowness, astro
travel to great beyonds and acute
awareness's of never befores.
The trip to bountiful.
Once a dead night while the moon was shining brightly,
Jenifer was sleeping at her bed quietly,
Suddenly Jhon entered into Jenifer's bed room,
Without making any sound he sat beside her as a bride groom.
He wispered, " My love , open your eyes."
At fisrt she thought it was a mice,
After a while she realised it was nothing but Jhon,
Jenifer got angry and the hot words were coming on.
She sharply chid him, and said " Go!" but he didn't stir,
He stood before her holding her both hands,
She said, "Leave me!" To move his feet was his beyonds.
Jhon brought his face near Jnifers ear,
She glanced at him and said, What a shame! Her-
Sound couldn't move him in an inch,
It gave him a wonderful pinch.
Again his lips touched her cheek,
She said, " Now move your feet or I will give you kick."
He put a flower in her feet,
She said, " It is useless!" he kept him silent.
He took the garland from her neck and went away,
She did weep and asked herself, I want him back anyway.
inner vision voids
vaporize near Orion
toward great beyonds
sleeping souldly in my bed
awoken by a sudden storm
unable to sleep from there on in
i decide to walk to my window
peering out from my clear, glass perch
gazing out beyonds the clouds
thunder claps and lightning falls
illuminating my room for a split second
and the sound the thunder made
like a voice in the midnight sky
whispered to me secrets
and bestowed me with sleep
so yet again i tiresomely walked
back across the room into my bed
and as i lie, a sleeping child
my dreams fallow the storm
The old argument indelible as night
The word is the substance
The blind bringer and giver of light
Here beg I for coherence
For what she wrote was "please we
Miss you" on the flesh of memory
And that line like a seed farmed in me
Made radicle and hypocotyl in
The heart's universe of belonging. She
The siren singing in the dim din
Keeled my ship with subversive star
To net my booty home from afar.
You will not understand unless you
Had needed some one more
Than mere material things, a clue
Of words is enough. O sure
Taking intent and promise as one
Unravels the mystery of God's son.
I see each simple thing in deep beyonds
In meanings un-breached of birth
My word a thousand paradigms here scans
Always merging heaven and earth
And she with all her subtle care here shines
The better angel of us, and the ship pines
For the water somewhere where care
Is just the labor of her eye
My sail lamenting for the waves there
And bonds not broken that tie
Us ... making value of random thought
Words are with so much power fraught.
A leap beyond to new plateau
beyond beyonds we’ve come to know
gives rise to cosmic skies o’erspread
with dreams where dreamers scarcely tread
in firmament of indigo.
The mortals wed to status quo
of pomp and circumstantial show
afeared of drop below may dread
a leap beyond.
Yet some unmindful souls will throw
their fate into uncharted flow
by stepping out of common thread
to find their feet where others fled
ere death unbidden would bestow
a leap beyond.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a rondeau…
Have the light in the small
take hands accross hate
smelling of self,
realizing the big picture real
we really are beyond us,
dwarfing ego to the all
systems go on around us.
We are a part not wholly aware
but big truths can be learned,
drumming in our beyonds,
So our behinds don't fall
into abyss full self
we make our lives not part.
Apart the sea.
Rise.
Swirl above beyonds
maximum overdrive change
the chaos of time
I’ve had many friends in my life who were older…who turned grey
We haven’t always seen eye to eye…but we love each other anyway.
I’ve had many friends in my life…who have different ways tor pray
Their God has not always been my God…but we love each other anyway.
I’ve had many friends in my life…who are lesbian…or gay
Who don’t love the way that I love…but we love each other anyway.
I’ve had many friends….I don’t always understand every word they say
and others who’s skin color is not my skin color…but we love each other anyway.
I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m the old one who’s turned grey
and I wonder how,
over the years
despite our differences,
we’ve all loved each other anyway…
Could it be that love looks beyonds our differences
beyond what asymmetry tears some of us apart
and instead has found a way to look straight into our hearts…
Perhaps love knows when we look beyond our different faiths,
our different colors,
our different preferences…
our different names
When we see inside another person
all hearts look the same.
In the world where melodies resides,
Where notes and rhythms flows,
There lies a song, a timeless guide,
An orchestra of the divine.
It starts with a whisper, soft and low,
A gentle hum that stirs the soul,
A melody that begins to grow,
A seed of music taking its toll.
From the depths of hearts it springs,
A chorus of emotions, it sings,
With every verse, a story unfolds,
An embroidery of story untold.
It weaves it's spell,
A language that all can understand,
It speaks of love, of joy, of farewell,
Of dreams that slip through our hands.
It captures the essence of life's sweet dance,
The highs and lows, the twists and turns,
It echoes the laughter, the tears, the chance,
To feel alive as the music yearns.
It vibrates in the depths of our being,
A universal language, so deep,
It go beyonds borders, cultures and seeing,
A bridge that connects us , all around.
From lullabies that calm a restless night,
To anthems that ignite a fiery fight,
It holds the key,
To unlock the depths of our humanity.
So let us sing, let us raise our voice,
In harmony, let our spirits rejoice,
For in this orchestra, we find our way,
A deed to the power of what we say.
Forever it plays,
In the hearts of those who dare to listen,
A melody that lingers, never decays,
A timeless gift, a musical mission.