Best Coincidences Poems
inexplicable coincidences
mystic synchronicity
divinity at work
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 22, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 4, MARCH 2019_KIMO sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 2ND
I'm half-way through this one..,
and long before it becomes one,
I usually erase the
entire thing
I chose to call a poem.
But after a while, one thinks,
That like energy,
the truth radiates in spurts..
That continuity is a daydream,
That all growth is involuntary,
That not all coincidences are coincidental.
...
Like things, people too die,
and, that just like the root of a negative one,
One too, was an imaginary i.
Time is reality
A deck of cards
with a joker
Coincidences
does make a difference
Draw the ace
don't be picky
Steady steps
mechanically driven
Time, a macabre prank
sinks deep
The night train maintains its route
Miracles Cannot Happen
The laws of nature cannot be violated
and for this Miracles do not occur.
At best they’re simply coincidences,
Interpretations, often a bit of a blur.
Belief in Miracles are somewhat unjustified,
Miracles always perceived as positive.
Supernatural or of deity contrived,
Miraculous paradox, I sadly misgive.
All is explainable, no matter how complex,
Miracles require “extraordinary evidence.”
For this reason, they cannot happen,
Defying the laws of nature is nonsense.
What if this all means nothing
Then my life it seems would be a fantasy
Visions granted to me but what does it really mean?
Or are they just there to deceive...
Then the existence of everything..
is just some dumb made up dream
then there really is nothing to believe
If all i see means nothing
A puzzle from nothing
For nothing
Isnt that just a great story
Lame as ever and ever boring
But these days everytime i think i know something
Turns out it was false
I might as well be empty without thoughts
Everytime i try and find love i only end up lost
So the question is
Is it all for nothing?
am i just delusional?
One last chance i suppose before i cut the rope
and assume its all just a hoax
And this...thing..about me is just coincidences
I guess itl be my "the end"
Because if so...this story blows
essential
contrasts
of
authentic
ethos
with
nostalgic
responses
in
concentrated
self-images
prosaic
remembrance
of
inwardness
embraced
individual
elaborated
coincidences
deliberate
limitations
&
isolated
feelings
revealed
I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years,
but I knew her face on sight;
I should have asked her to the senior prom -
instead, we both stayed home that night.
High school friends who never went on a date
because I was too afraid to ask her out;
In retrospect, the signs were there,
but I harbored a young man’s doubt.
Now, with two decades left behind us,
in a foreign land far away,
I stumbled upon my old high school crush
not knowing just what to say.
She was quite surprised to see me -
coincidences had put us there.
She was a successful corporate lawyer;
I was travelling without a care.
We shared pictures of our children;
Told snippets about our life;
Her husband was back in America;
I had just divorced my wife.
The bartender made his last call;
Nostalgic smiles were on our face;
We kissed and hugged goodbye again
as I quickly got out of that place.
I was glad to have gotten to see her,
though it made me feel inept again;
I wondered if we would have made good lovers
or if it were best kept just as friends.
She was in my thoughts as I wandered
around Europe with my back pack;
I promised that I would look her up again
in three months when I got back.
I read about her on the Internet
and cried when I saw the story;
She had died in an auto accident -
leaving behind her girl and boy.
It happened one week after
our chance meeting in that bar;
They said an old high school year book
was found with her in the car.
Her letter was in the pile of mail
waiting for me when I got home;
She wrote she was glad to see me -
on that trip she felt so alone.
She admitted to having a crush on me
back in our high school days;
She kept waiting for me to ask her out
until we went our separate ways.
She thanked me for keeping it casual
in the bar that fateful night;
She probably would have gone back to my room
and she knew that wouldn’t be right.
She asked me to remember her
but not to try to get in touch;
She’d rather me stay a memory
than get to know me a little too much.
I visited her in the graveyard
one day in the early spring,
and left a prom corsage there
as my final offering.
A Fictional Tale
Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should we call it misconception ?
Or is it a fanatic deviation?
Caused by the adherents of delusion
Or is it the fault of rationalists misapprehension
Of the necessity of categorization
Among blacks and whites, religious types, castes and tribes
Which should not be considered manipulation?
Showing the proofs of existences alone as justi?cation
Leaving behind the unanswered question
Questioning Noah’s and Satyavratan’s relation,
To perform same duty with devotion!
Is it just a coincidental conjunction ?
And are all coincidences among all religions
Are just caused due to accidental notions?
Oh, what is this God’s or Gods creation
Leaving us with great confusion
Not able to understand whether it is misconception of classi?cation
Or misapprehension of religion
Which only discusses love and devotion but not destruction.
Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called Lara. Mechanical problems obligated Larry to an emergency landing.
In the crystalline river was a lady called Lara. She was camping for two days in the inhospitable surroundings. A heart break made her to take a time out from her hectic work schedule as general surgeon. Footsteps were heard in the dry leaves. Lara looked behind her, to see the impressing presence of Larry. She thought she was going to faint.
Larry felt a skip in her heart when he saw Lara. She was very identical to his deceased beloved. Without uttering a word, they felt love at first sight. Larry asked to Lara her name. They introduced themselves. Lara was packing to return to her home. Larry told Lara about the plane incident. She offered Larry to take him to his home. By coincidences of life, they live in the same urbanization. Before stepping out of the car, Larry gave to Lara a business card with his phone number. He was the CEO of an important tobacco exporting company. One week later, Lara took her cell phone and called Larry.
He invited her to a dinner to an elegant restaurant of the city. While they were dining, Larry told to Lara that he wants to know more about her. After concluding the dinner, they agreed to continue communicating by phone, letting that time decide their romantic future. Two years passed, when Larry invited Lara to dinner waiting a surprise to Lara. An engagement ring was inside of the rose bouquet. Larry asked Lara if she would marry him. Lara accepted the proposal. Wedding planification started. Fue most expected day for Larry and Lara arrived.
Larry was wearing a black tuxedo. The ivory bridal gown of Lara was stunning. Cala flowers and pink roses were part of the church decoration. Lara walked the aisle when Larry was waiting for her. After the religious ceremony, they were declared husband and wife. They left the church in a white limousine to the reception in a five star hotel. Blissful days were part of their married life until death separate them, ending a romance that began in a jungle.
The End
In Memory of Kerwin Rae - The man with a Mission
In loving memory of Kerwin Rae, who left us unexpectedly just days after celebrating his 50th birthday.
Kerwin was a remarkable figure—a motivational speaker, business coach, and virtually Australia’s own Tony Robbins. He reached millions, both in
Australia and globally with his inspiring guidance, especially those facing ADHD and dyslexia, challenges he knew personally.
This video holds a special meaning, as mystic coincidences unfolded during its creation, including a heartfelt share from Elizabeth Rae, his grieving mother, on her channel. Elizabeth, herself an acclaimed author and coach on ‘Women in Stress’, (womeninstress.com.au), has touched lives through her own journey and work. It is an honor that she reached out.
We are deeply touched to know that this video, with lyrics inspired by Kerwin’s teachings, was played at his funeral a few days ago.
Your comments here and by clicking above on my YouTube channel, where we share a brief of his life, would be a comfort to his mother, family, friends and followers.
Your shares could bring hope to someone in need, when reflecting on Kerwin’s enduring influence through the lyrics, as well as uplift and give people purpose in a world riddled with strife.
Thank you
I would rather be at that moment
When we sang our first duet
Words came so smoothly to our lips
Interlinking thoughts and feelings
We wrote deeply from the heart and soul
Every idea danced and played music to our ears
We were uninterrupted then
Until a siren seduced you with her treacherous songs
You were spellbound by her charms
She made you feel youthful again
Falling deeper into the black hole she created
You persisted in your pursue to find her truth
Then she left without a trace
Taking a piece of you with her
Leaving behind a trail of miseries
Accompanied by unforeseeable trials
Thrown upon you in some strange karma theories
You handled them pretty well
Guided by God's blessings and light shining on you
You were lost then but now you were found…
I would rather be at that moment
When we danced our duel
Ideas flowed so seamlessly to our minds
Intertwining imaginations and inspirations
We wrote truthfully from the heart and soul
Every line was carefully constructed and laid out
We were inseparable then
Until a banshee haunted you with her past memories
Wailing in your soft ears about her undoing
She reminded you of your scars again
Opening wounds that were temporarily healed
You persevere in the end to move forward
You left your footprints in hidden blueprints
A trail of breadcrumbs leading towards a light
Accompanied by blessings in disguise
Invisible to you in some strange karma coincidences
You prayed deeply on your faith
Guided by God's blessings and light shining on you
You were lost then but now you were found…
sometimes the
strangest coincidences
are shared by
strangers
I gaze at the approaching thunderstorm
and inhale the earthly scent of rainstorm
Her tears
as spears
is like a million blows on human fears
I ponder awhile beneath the lit-up sky
then words start rolling & a prayer is sent up high
I wish for peace
for all fighting to cease
and then the sky beckons with shades of cerise
I loose the heart and soul on mankind
it's easy to lose faith without God's sign
When lost
we toss
the beauty of his creation for lust and greed
Then I witness the miracles of life stories
coincidences that appear and save lives
His wisdom
for our kingdom
is unfathomable for our limited visions
If only we can soar with his visions
Like an eagle on a wind's rhythm!
A mirror response to Mystic Rose's poem below:
I watch the splendor of a shooting star
and breathe the beauty of a hum-guitar
Her light
in flight
is like a million lanterns on a cooling night
I dream awhile beneath the tarp of heaven
then close my eyes & slowly count to seven
I wish in true
for souls renew
and soon I’m covered in night’s dew
I loose the mind and pry his realm
it`s an expedience of God’s mystic dream
When free
I see
the beauty of his creation for all eternity
I watch the splendor of a bird in flight
and breathe the beauty of a blessed night
His wings
they sing
to me of freedom, and all a night can bring;
If only we can learn to sing
Like a Cardinal on a string!
Written by: Mystic Rose
June 24, 2015
THE MONTH OF MY BIRTH
The sound of June sounds like nothing but June.
Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover.
Leaving you wanting more for the remaining 29 days.
The sound of June to me is like music from 7 harps and a grand piano.
That sink my soul into the timelessness of the moment.
Junes come and go like rain.
Like porcelains leaving circles on the table.
Memorable photographs left hanging on the thin wooden
walls between love and hate; pleasure and pain;
lessons and mistakes; friendships, fights.
Coincidences; serendipity; synchronicity; light.
Epiphanies; truth; lies.
The sound of June breaks my heart.
Cos it reminds me of a little midget king plucking sunflowers to his mama.
Wearing a big permanent smile like the world would end if he didn't.
Now he's all hardened; like ice in a cold world.
No room for big hearts like his in the city.
Time's changed. But will change again.
It's still a beautiful world; With beautiful people.
Beautiful minds. Beautiful things.
Beautiful songs. Poetry; words.
Beautiful nights; Places.
Beautiful month.
For the sound of June sounds like nothing but June.
Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover.
Leaving you wanting more for the rest of the year.
Six relatives
shell upon shell of relationships
Each layer has its function
Even hens keeps the family in order
My sister Lina and I
are completely different
only a leaf thin wall
separates the laughter from the tears
She is hypersensitive
but incredibly friendly and caring
Frank my brother is my best friend,
he's dear to talk to
We likes to spend
many hours together every day
A special friendship that lasts a lifetime
Aunt Astrid and Uncle Sigmund
is always to be trusted in thick and thin
although I have barely seen them in five years
Sofie and Silje are twins
and my cousins
Have you ever met
someone who never stops talking
They talk all times,
whether they gets an answer or not
Humorous remarks, they are incredible
Gives everything of itself, own experiences,
personal anecdotes, memories and observations
Lots of bubbles and laughter
Some times I wonder on the coincidences in life
We depend on each other, and we need each other
Although we are completely different
20.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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(fictional poem)