Best Dimension Poems
Your father is neither dead nor is he sleeping.
He has traversed the thin line of demarcation
Into a marvelous dimension of safe-keeping,
Consider it a marvelous realm of preparation
For what we earthlings refer to as eternity,
An exciting adventure into the vast unknown
Frightening, our limited concepts of infinity,
Where true being-ness in never outgrown,
The gracious Almighty sits on the throne.
No end to the delights of the ultimate reality
To this place your father has quickly flown
Where he shall experience no law of gravity,
Beyond all fantasies of human expectation
Where no longer is one exposed to weeping,
We might think of it as an awesome vacation
Your father is neither dead nor is he sleeping.
Written June 18, 2022
[utilizing my own verso-rhyme]
Out for a walk together
a dog and a man on the heather
Which was which not easy to tell
the dog, perhaps, the one wearing the bell
For the dog looked like the man
and the man, though unplanned
looked so much like the dog
that if they played leapfrog
you could never tell one from another
even swear that they might be two brothers
So if you are out and about and happen to see
a dog and man playing leapfrog, and you’re not visually
impaired or something unfortunate like that
~ I’d say the ‘Twilight Zone’s’ your new habitat
I'm repeating my life
again, although you'll see I have
edited out quite a lot
adverts, slogans, despairs
so I hope you like
the dimension and colour scheme
I have chosen
I am a little concerned
though, why you haven't
shown yet
The dilemma of life,
This dazzling snowfall,
The heavenly Humanity,
Reunites with the naked truth,
A bestowed brutal disaster,
Its newest dimension.
While the tortured and emaciated…
Gaze into the decayed,
the deaf human society,
Packs for a never-ending vacation,
And enjoys their full stomach.
And the Spirituality, remains mute.
An incurable disease, hidden beneath!
While the earth is scattered with dead souls…
And sacred red blood, falling as mothers tears,
The illegally ethical politicians,
Claims legitimacy in their acts.
And the true affected maternity, weeps.
Redemption, unknown.
Anacreontic Verse
Forgotten
love has faded
forever now lost
in the lips of ice
What once was
is no more
Her body revolts
she heaves heavily
Get thee away
Deliver me Lord
back to sanity
Let her feel my eyes
let her see my needs
a soft bed for two
now scorned by my touch
Let me give my might
pray show me the way
I will not lose her
I cannot go on
My life is over
11/13/15
Ancient graphics etched on the wall,
With myrrh and frankincense drifting
Along the sacred temple of the gods;
Where fragrant smoke burns, a Pharaoh’s rite .
Homage to higher spirits are encased,
Prints of cobra, ankh, and kohl eyes
Trace a lavish tomb with gems crowned
On the pyramid of afterlife.
And light-waves capture age-old stories
Through imaging where eternity walks,
With older gods , not from this earth
But from a dimension beyond Egyptian stars,
Infinitely mysterious, a vortex undefined.
Hieroglyphs and Holograms Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen 5/24/2016
Have I ever loved another with true feeling?
Which other love lifts me to infinite heights?
And reaching for you in the shadows of morning,
the purity of thoughts dismisses external frights.
Have I ever measured the wonder of love's might?
It keeps on giving truly through light or darkness;
I must love you limitlessly, denying you no right...
I must love you faithfully, accepting all praises.
I must love you with the trueness of heart I choose,
making good use of it, not inflicting a bruise...
remembering grief and the adolescence's trust;
in joy and in pain, God's will I will be obeying.
After I'm dead, my promise will awaken at last,
delighted that there's no dimension in my giving.
Seeking sight of another’s like for what thine own eyes like,
Perchance a Starbuck drink ye’ drunk, or a sun dunked up a hike.
For whom the post has pretended to be presented,
I surely no longer know,
Perhaps for a spirit we’ve seem to’ve invented,
Who exists only in lists of those it follows.
The afterlife has come before us as an image upon a screen,
Which we recount the life we think is ours as other’s should’ve have seen.
We live there now, you’ll not be right back,
For acronyms are now our daily diction,
Rather than quick click-clacked lip smack,
Once meant for nonce instant self-depiction.
Welcome to the internet, which now the young claim to be Earth:
A tesseract whose fourth dimension is where they live from birth.
5/16/18
"Dormammu is the Cosmic Conqueror, the Destroyer of Worlds.
A being of infinite power and endless hunger, on a quest to invade
every universe and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. And he
hungers for Earth most of all."
The Ancient One
The Dark Dimension is a distorted space void between universes,
a strange hostile dimension and obscure dark world:
known as Darkforce Dimension and Hell Dimension,
a realm of never-ending evil and devoid of warmth,
it is a corrupted reality with no time and light that is cold;
and Dormammu is its Master and Lord and Dr. Strange is his enemy.
Dormammu has wave after wave of enemies wanting to defeat him,
and even some allies to help him in his desire to absorb:
Earth and other dimensions using a time travel portal,
and Dr. Stephen Strange, surgeon turned Sorcerer Supreme,
and protector of Earths defences creates barriers;
between other planes like the Dark Dimension to keep him away.
In an attempt to bargain with Dormammu, Dr. Strange goes there,
tumbling through time, he is killed but of course:
Dr. Strange cannot stay dead, so he is killed again,
over and over in an endless loop, so it is a failed attempt,
the doctor returns to Earth but will never give up;
can this evil creature be destroyed, perhaps, controlled, perhaps.
So, the Dark Dimension, that distorted space, that hellish place,
remains, ever growing, ever becoming stronger:
ruled by a demon who wants to absorb all universes,
and especially Earth- will the barriers keep him away,
doubtful, he will find his way, enlist allies to help;
but with Superheros and magic we may have a small chance.
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January 16, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/The Evil of the Dark Dimension
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1518-045-16
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Dark Dimension
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 01/20/2023
First Place
They all have similarity in simplicity,
My dreams about women – few and far between.
I’ve only dreamed about a handful in all my life.
Always short – always warm,
My head in her lap,
My tears in her belly button,
Soft kisses on my face in hallways
Or houses I’ve never seen
Or beaches under golden suns.
I know what I want
When she visits me in dreams.
I always dream these dreams in the early morning,
They always grace me unexpectedly,
And shake me profoundly.
Vividly real – affecting me for days,
Always locked away in my memory
As if they were events which actually happened.
Parallel universes where I am another man,
Windows to another dimension
Where my heart is full again
If only for these brief solitary moments
In the phantom worlds of sleep.
A dark nightmare-
dementia is a living Hell
that grinds the mind away while one's aware-
it's crumbling very well.
Lewy Body Dementia- grim adversity;
unlike Alzheimer's- which dulls one's reality,
this victim feels mind's sparsity-
the pain of it fragmenting- utterly aware.
New call defines;
was labeled first as Parkinson's.
Though Lewy may show physical declines-
worse are brain afflictions;
hallucinations, memory loss, resonate-
while victims know inside- these changes dominate;
no cure- just death will terminate.
With Hell on earth- a shattered family resigns.
June 17, 2019
Form Used: 'Crumbling Rhyme'
invented by Constance La France
There’s a place, a space
Parallel to ours
I wear the same face
Have the same shoe size
But I wear fancier duds
It's a suit and tie
My hair is short, not long
I’m not sad there, I’m smiling
There must be no one to beware of
When I look in the mirror
I can kinda see him there
Staring back at me, somehow, I can tell
We don’t believe in God
Or heaven and hell
My vocation, my education
Is just beyond my comprehension
What is it that I do, exactly
In that other dimension
A world without war
Where people live without fear
Without wheels, or tears
No one seems to cry
I can only wonder why
No TV, or phones smarter than me
I’m still old but younger
Younger than here, anyway
I don’t walk with a limp, or carry a cane
I seem a little less insane
I can see a toothbrush
On the bathroom sink
Hygiene is just as important
As it is here
I probably don’t stink as much
As I do here
Even though I don’t see any deodorant
Like I have here
I’m all clean shaven
Not like here with my beard
But I'm not seeing any razor either, there
I can only wonder what I’m thinking
Or what I dreamt the night before
Who is this guy? Staring back at me
Who does he see; does he even see me here?
Perhaps he can’t
He’s got his mind intact
Not like me whose sanity is packed
Tightly around my neck
Making it hard for me to breath
He seems so much more at ease
Perhaps there is no disease there, either
Behind him, I can barely make out
That there’s a picture hanging there
A painting, of course, they have artists too
Of course they do, of course they do
I think it’s a family portrait
So, he’s not alone, like me
He looks so strong and confident
No glasses resting on his nose
No wrinkles on his forehead
He doesn’t have a pierced left ear
His head is slightly tilted, perhaps it’s on his right
I can also see a clock
I can almost hear it ticking
Away time, my mind, my heart
I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace, we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize
—Unseeking Seeker
As shackles give way releasing unrest of odious impressions
trade winds blow and billow white sails to a loftier altitude
Spiral shells ohm on a day reborn, under marmalade horizons
As darkness dissipates, tenderness repairs a truculent attitude
I Am absorbed in an epiphany of unfathomable transparency
As a single pulsation, a strong current, a vital force reminding
of both exotic and familiar surroundings shivering in vivid vibrancy
As sorrows depart alas! unfurling the fabric once shrouded and binding
Images speak softly in purple pearl and fuchsias of every shade
An austere moon dwells o’er lonely stagnant seas, leaving ego to wither
Shadows of the past grasping tightly ‘neath a veil cease and fade
With unmerited mercy, I Am forgiven, and I too am a forgiver
Words unspoken freeing ever so chaste and elusively unspoilt,
from within the womb, there’s mother’s voice in silent lucidity
I Am the universe that surrounds me, avant an azure sky unfoilt,
an arrantly expansive spirit, body and soul, an ocean of great fluidity
The sparkling hoar frost on the twigs
Appear as silver in the waning light
Miniature icicles form on the sprigs
As I delight in the hidden and recondite
The great imponderables to the erudite
glisten like gold just out of reach
Dancing like snowflakes just before midnight
With arcane insights to teach
As I freeze in the vast and dark breach
Great snow drifts begin to form
I plead with the heavens, nay, I beseech
"Give me the wisdom that makes one warm"
Right in front of me appeared a storm
And out of it dropped shovels and spades
"Go forth, dig yourself out and reform
Enough with your tired masquerade."
So said the Mattatron of all it surveyed
As I dug through the snow into the earth
What it meant to me was conveyed
That within us is all our death and rebirth
12-3-2016
insignificant
i’m lost in this universe
a footnote in time