Best Channelling Poems
Inside the oceans current channelling energy begins
combing deep sands awakening feelings soar high
Within a deep fountain appearing dressed in liquid light
brighter than the sun your brilliance shines straight through
Crown of awareness to see into the heart
where there is no in between geography
Supreme bliss enters cosmic universal powers
timeless living visions in a precious gift wrapped soul
Categories:
channelling, angel, beautiful, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Couplet
Atop an inverted pyramid
A seismic shift in brain chemistry takes place
Channelling all mojo into a spiralling funnel
Bottom of it a mirage of an alluring treat
An inedible slice of chocolate cake
There a chocoholic dwells
This mid-crisis coping mechanism exits in vain
Worshipped till another fascinating self-revelation sets in
Categories:
channelling, chocolate, crush, emo, feelings,
Form:
Prose
Life has been given me
more times than truth would dare,
Death has passed by
less often than once.
You say symmetry, symmetry
prevails around here!
I beg to differ,
the inanimate is not to fear.
Love knows no kind or state
of mind
where thoughts in line
perpetuate the logic of time
but only lives in the knowledge
that nothing perpetuates itself
except itself.
To bear fruit
is to feel the geometry of syntax
in the movements
of self-willed digits.
Yet the semantics of my heart
is to divine
the course of my fingers
riding into
the horizon of your skin.
I hear the noises
that contaminate
the streets and suburbs
of man’s blueprints and plans
but only the rhythms of your heart
channelling love’s winds of joy
make it into the soul of my land.
Categories:
channelling, love,
Form:
Free verse
Looming bells;
Celebrating marriage and love
Channelling flowers;
Overlooking for the bride;
From a distant you can smell her;
Aromatic like oracle flowers;
She walks softly and quietly;
Celebrating marriage and love
Flowers surround and hang surrounds them;
Bride to be and her groom;
Standing in a row the bride-man/groom alongside him his best man;
Flowers fold outside wedding blossoms claps;
Father of the bride sheds tears,
Celebrating marriage and love
He stumbles yet says something blew in his eyes;
As the organist plays here comes the bride...
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
channelling, appreciation, celebration, marriage, wedding,
Form:
Epithalamium
"Send them all home" that's what they say!
"Send them back to where they came from"
"Send them back to their crap life it has nothing to do with me"
"We don't want them here"
They're just a strain, an added weight, a burden on society"
"We have no room for them here, they bring nothing but 6 kids, none of them speak English"
"I didn't ask them to come, they take our houses take our jobs...Making my life more miserable....than it already is"
They read the daily mail who just confirm their ignorant beliefs
"Blame the Immigrants" is the headline of the rag
Blame them for your crap life
"Blame the Immigrants"
"Blame the immigrants"
Now I've listened to peoples worries, I've heard what they have to say
My answer to their problem is, please wake up today!
Start channelling the hate you have for immigrants and send it to its rightful place
You hating immigrants and not the state is nothing short of a disgrace
Corrupt warmongering governments steal your money and waste it on illegal and immoral wars
And you cry and complain when their victims land on your shores
The West attack and destroy ancient cities in search of oil and gold
Only happy when they have it all and the banks are Dollar controlled
People are escaping persecution, escaping tyranny and death
And you blame the innocents, you hate their every breath
Please start hating bankers, moneymen and people who profit from killing
These are the ones you need to blame, the ones that are making a shilling
They're the one's ruining your life...they're the one's making it worse
Don't listen to UKip...don't listen to Britain first
It's not the fault of the innocents for them to become immigrants
It's their governments, our media, it's the status quo...thats the cause, and the cause of xenophobic ignorance
Categories:
channelling, discrimination, immigration, innocence, money,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Life is a beach and sometimes you fry’
Sun-crested waves meander towards castles in sand from our high hopes of flow
teasing our scorched driftwood channelling waters caressing high tides and low
sun burn riptides and undertow rally trust in the life guards’ experience of sinking
request a hatful of hope and emotion a sunscreen of love and reorganised thinking
4th September 2016
Categories:
channelling, life, love,
Form:
Verse
Death calling
Very few are talented; gifted to discern the undetected sleeping peacefully, Whispering tightly sworn secrecy. Few are specially hand-pick curse to detect.
Numb wind- gentle breeze, cold air breathing salty rusty slightly decayed; mask in air intakes; provides disguised to skeletal fingers velvet faint touches
Rested underneath wet fresh green grass lay dead plant, surrounded by nourishing fertilizers. Eyes blind to nature signs channelling its impressions.
That washed away like evidence in sinking sand; fermenting fruits stored in olive brown wood containers stock shelves untouched by elves chanting for solid goals,
That fell and died, alone in the wilderness wild uproar sensation vibrates castle bells signaling preparation for battle that rang hollow almost undetected combing un-defensive ears, which sleep harmoniously with hidden danger.
Mind scratches away symptoms; deem forgotten but he’s still their lurking; like a tiger snares approaching his pray in fear, but dared to kill growl softly
Disguised itself in thick bushy deep grass advancing like a young cub learning to feed, sheath teeth slowly unsheathed; watching patiently for opportunity to strike
First it killed mood then pinch joy. Attacking peace while planting seeds, which sprang discomfort, leaves hosting buds of confusing flower, eradicated concentration draining essence thirsty; deplete my life source.
I feel it coming standing firmed leg shaking waiting to collapse. Defenselessly overhearing whispers organizing Leisurely, slaying my alliance; paralyzed functions fade.
I heard his voice but helpless to null my silent screams Cocked ears and listened to my death calling.
Categories:
channelling, death, first love, grief,
Form:
By those virtues deposited in my heart;
Amiss those tandem brutal deleted parts;
Memories of prior judgment sinner wrath;
Presently mourners rants when will healing start;
Remorseful and enlighten yet still I'm sad;
There is a virus sin driven this not right;
Urban bound humanity stillborn so mad;
Now so death is total separation blight;
We are forged wrap hinged boxed up engaged and caged;
Deserting yet self-servicing beyond sight;
Where's our divine Savior now is He nearby?
How's that both the moon and sun shines at night;
I offer up my mind and spirit as bait?
Where's hearts delight be it now my soul excites?
The Lion and the Lamb view the Canary.
All with the Robins, Sparrows and Doves recite.
I'm tweeting chirping heart's delight through the cage.
Flocking unfurl feathers moving to ignite?
Demon's drool while being a concreted fool.
I was smiling during the darkness. I see daylight.
All of the flesh of my spirit so unfolds,
I am further delighted in the twilight.
As my head evolves, my soul has spirit wings.
Rises above the height of the heathen burn.
I have broken out of my well-deserved cage.
Out from the darkness now within my eyesight.
Spiritual brights of reflective rainbows.
I am channelling passages virtues holy white.
I'm given freed at last now out of my cage.
Open up to the living God for insight.
Fortunate am I now that I am now so there.
My spiritual birth now lit in candlelight.
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
channelling, anxiety, appreciation, emotions, forgiveness,
Form:
Qasida
His palette was every shade of grey
Jet black one end snow white the other
And never did a stroke touch the canvas
Before endless moments of pondering
Like a crow in a tree
Surveying a frosted wasteland
Then swooping with purpose
Only when the prey was sure
I would watch in awe
Barely daring to breath
As the landscape took shape
In twists and swathes
Delicate dots and bold waves
Skeletal trees appearing
Against a bleak winter sky
Chimney smoke stains
From a distant town
Broken figures bowed
Against the harsh terrain
His head would tilt back
In tense contemplation
Fists clenched and eyes closed
Summoning the strength
To make his next move
Awaiting the muse
Inhaling the heavens
Clutching for inspiration
Then a sudden inhalation
And a whispered sigh
As his vision restored
And the brush led his hand
A world without colour
The death of hope
Questioning God himself
Channelling his demons
In exquisite form
It was still dark when I awoke
To the tinny clang of my travel alarm
The bedroom cold
And the day unwelcome
Categories:
channelling, angst, anxiety, art, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
the
s h a p e
of clouds
spontaneous transformations
caused by wind and air presure
f u n n y f a c e s
a n i m a l s
f r o l i c k i n g
pixies dancing
racing across blue skies
random shapes trolls with holes for eyes
angels blowing kisses
or are they devils in disguise
stacked or just whisps feathery lace
tumbling rolling
channelling sunbeams
rays of light
they say only
shine on the righteious
Get into Shape poetry contest, sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
7/5/18
Categories:
channelling, dance, humorous,
Form:
Shape
He played the cello with such finesse
Clutching his instrument tight to his chest
As if he was channelling his very own heartbeat
In every stroke ~ in every note
Investing so much with each lift of his bow
His flamboyant gestures mesmerised me so
An artiste creating a masterpiece
Tantalising
Teasing
Tempting
Tormenting
For he was ~ he became that cello
For he was ~ a most talented fellow
Any inhibitions gone
his soul immersed in every song
On reaching the finale
this man was truly spent
his outstanding performance
was surely heaven sent…
Written 8th October 2019
3rd PLACE
Contest STRAND SPECIAL 8
Sponsor Brian Strand
I wrote this after attending a most wonderfully uplifting performance by the World renowned Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra, who performed at the Royal Albert Hall, London. This poem was inspired by their principal cello player, who put his heart and soul into every note he played!
Categories:
channelling, inspirational, music, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
If anything
I see them each morning
standing by her statue
at the roundabout,
Pensive, deep in prayer,
reflective,
perhaps seeking solace
I don’t know!
Maybe searching for forgiveness
trying to make a connection
with their loved ones,
using her image as mediation,
I honestly don’t know!
Could be channelling messages
of love, praise, loss,
or something completely
different,
I really don’t know!
I drove past again today
not a sinner was there
no one deep in prayer,
Thin Lizzy’s
#Waiting for an alibi#
came on my car radio,
For a split second (if anything)
it all made sense,
and I did know!
I took note of the time and
date,
and went on my way!
Categories:
channelling, allusion, deep, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
The pages meet my fingertips again
Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile
Channelling all away
To minimal change of my world
The illusory script does not function
To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of others
And again to my bewilderment.
The room spins even though.
A dumb look washes over my face or it must have
Reality pixelates and I feel a weight at the side of my head
Up and down it nods as if opening up the plates
Ripping apart the fabrics with a sickening tear
One that plays a sweet discordant melody,
I grip the fruit infront of me
It secretes black ink that stains all,
Faux grass in between the toes, infront of a square sunset
Smothered in a blue lens,
Chunks of stuck food appear in the line of sight
Punches and stabs and what feels like betrayal
Too many words entered the ear
Removing the eye of the hurricane I float in
Drawing it back in where it does not exist
Impossible but the best course of action anyway
Deserved, echoing throughout
Truth mixes with it, alkaline
Yet still only serving to increase my pain.
The swirling parts ever so slightly in my mind
As the mantra repeats.
Not more than they say,
The glass ceiling never being broken.
Be kinder. Be more assertive.
Orders taken and meals thrown
Up into the mind the storm halts.
And the pen glides still,
Soul, guts and heart,
Empty and raw.
Categories:
channelling, angst, anxiety, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Always fond of painting,
my preference, Realism,
I did a portrait of Bidden –
but the nose kept going
beyond the frame – so, with
desire for the problem to
tame, naturally, I got an-unnaturally
larger frame. Soon, with necessary,
repeated application, the wall gave way,
and the nose was out in the
rain – then, my neighbors
began to complain – myself at last
reasoning, that, when rendering
politicians, Modern Abstract, like Hunter's,
would be a medium more sane –
I discarded my begun Harris,
probably an ever greater
migraine.
Categories:
channelling, betrayal, humor, parody, political,
Form:
Free verse
The windmills swallowed
Don Quixote,
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas.
The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth
across the sky),
And probably not even then,
Not once, has he wondered
What are the trenches on his mother’s face
Channelling salty water
From two black amulets.
Sister’s arms grew wings and scattered
Toward the hanging tree,
Row and untouched by loneliness,
The dog was staring
At the dry terracotta peel,
Only the father,
Smiling and handsome in a black suit,
Resisted the tide of the scorched sunset.
Categories:
channelling, absence, childhood, conflict, daughter,
Form:
Free verse