Best Divinities Poems
I feel very privileged to have been able to contribute something small to a second collaboration with poet extraordinaire, Robert Lindley, whose mastery of all forms of verse continues to inspire. Thank you, Robert, for such fellowship and inspiration.
The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs Of Time Plod Along
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
19th October 2018
Fight disbelief, as its intended power is to deceive
its low, hard constant drone, echoes shattered moans
with razor knife edge, bloodied cuts hide in its deep,
at dusk's waning hours, path falls to the cold and dead
And what speaks in dreams, oft walks in shadows at day
spreading aching sadness, horrific chills sent to curse.
Yet disbelief will not be fought
for waging of battle demands that you believe
existence says, believe you do not
for from whence, otherwise,
did disbelief's bleeding red-blades appear
if not from blindness, saddest of such sad truths ?
Is this black magic in its unfathomable infinite embrace
cut short by false Gods that once held its great powers
nay, the same, blood for blood that mercilessly seethes
from its savagery, demands we live weak, wasted lives
In soul destroying expanse, sorrows birth deeper woes
man a pawn, dwelling within Time's never ending shows.
Yet the ancient false Gods be not false
for only true Gods could control and mask
their own hidden goals and divinity's truth,
and their every mysterious whim,
as the oscillations of a cruel lover,
echo divinities that we'll not ever divine.
If one sees, finds a way to break the mold
they are targeted, struck down long before the old
as were celebrated artists felled in fleeting youth,
rotted in earthen soil, living now in dreams of more
Behold, evil, slow-walks hand in hand with father Time
recurring patterns, anger born, in man's fallen mind.
Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance unto the destined temple
Of the blessed, as eternal Soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
Profound, laid afore this starlit altar
Treasures as verse whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of her organs keys....
Assembling choirs their Angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies in harmonic chords
Whileas the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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..In, through the Autumn's Door ~
Realities Unbound
Thru realities unbound and transfixed
Elders open gates of Temporal Time
Layering Multi-Verses intermixed
Portals welcoming the new paradigm
Angelic voices transport thru the mist
Forging fires in dimensional drift
Creations of desires that coexist
Nebulous clouds of lust squeeze thru the rift
Orbs of passion set the pretentious pace
Planets of pleasure align with their sun
Celestial beings watchers of their space
Serving emotions spherically spun
Divinities send us back with a shove
As we master the mysteries of Love.
Sept.15.2018
Beautiful mystery Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Sonnet form only. Ten syllables per line
Placed 1'st Premiere Contest
Sept.26.2018
Standing at the edge of forever
as one thought leads to hell
for I stare at the empty never
the other to a heavenly dwell
I must choose before the eyes of infinity
my soul torn between the hallucinogen hollow
passing through the vector vicinity
where dreams are created for me to swallow
Seeing visions of a hellion hive
soon thoughts fill with divinities divine
a conspiratorial conscience before I dive
where ambient angels dance and dine
Still I must choose before the end of time
a perplexing panegyrical pantomime.
Sept.16.2019
Crossroads Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs Of Time Plod Along
Fight disbelief, as its intended power is to deceive
its low, hard constant drone, echoes shattered moans
with razor knife edge, bloodied cuts hide in its deep,
at dusk's waning hours, path falls to the cold and dead
And what speaks in dreams, oft walks in shadows at day
spreading aching sadness, horrific chills sent to curse.
Yet disbelief will not be fought
for waging of battle demands that you believe
existence says, believe you do not
for from whence, otherwise,
did disbelief's bleeding red-blades appear
if not from blindness, saddest of such sad truths ?
Is this black magic in its unfathomable infinite embrace
cut short by false Gods that once held its great powers
nay, the same, blood for blood that mercilessly seethes
from its savagery, demands we live weak, wasted lives
In soul destroying expanse, sorrows birth deeper woes
man a pawn, dwelling within Time's never ending shows.
Yet the ancient false Gods be not false
for only true Gods could control and mask
their own hidden goals and divinity's truth,
and their every mysterious whim,
as the oscillations of a cruel lover,
echo divinities that we'll not ever divine.
If one sees, finds a way to break the mold
they are targeted, struck down long before the old
as were celebrated artists felled in fleeting youth,
rotted in earthen soil, living now in dreams of more
Behold, evil, slow-walks hand in hand with father Time
recurring patterns, anger born, in man's fallen mind.
Robert Lindley Lawrence Sharp - collaboration
10-18-2018
Note: Yet again I have had the great honor of writing free verse, with my dear friend Lawrence Sharp and being inspired by his beautiful poetry. Such fellowship is indeed a boon and a wonderful experience as I continue to travel on my poetry journey.
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.
It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land,
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck,
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease
tiny things no bigger than peas
or vast expanse of deep blue seas
weeping willows in the breeze
ornate houses of bourgeoisies
candles lit to divinities
friendly playful bitty chickadees
lovable girl about to sneeze
a soldier's return from overseas
referees calling penalties
lovers creating memories
strange amazing intricacies
silly whimsical fantasies
many types of absurdities
two elephants on a trapeze
seven vine swinging chimpanzees
bears savoring delicacies
oddities among novelties
unavoidable catastrophes
moments of awe you want to freeze
as many of these as you please
photos are lovely memories
many worthy of galleries
each artist a fan of what he sees
Published in PoetrySoup's first anthology "PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world" Paperback 2020
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
February 27, 2018 for FAVORITE RHYMING POEM EVER CONTEST sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 2ND
January 1, 2018 for BEST RHYMING POEM OCT-DEC CONTEST sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
November 30, 2017 for MERAKI CONTEST sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations.
Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings,
Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high.
Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine
Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears.
Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they
Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen
Molecules held prisoner in status freeze.
Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature,
Creations clarity, a universe within a universe.
Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred
Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden.
Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the
Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie
Obedience to this textured display, in this
Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the
Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand
Of God can be truly felt.
Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of
Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples
Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth
This underground aurora borealis.
In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental,
Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power.
A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place,
To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
A melting comet descends, shattering my frozen
Crystalized soul within, for loving him I thus live
Again, and am renewed showed by his sacred
Petals of tenderness.
Passion’s fire in the blue skies of his eyes I’m
So lost, drowning heart first within seductions
Universe, divinities cascading shards of pleasure
Clasp as shooting stars singing our silken sheets
Of forever.
Silvered pieces of stardust dart above us,
As we promise our vows beneath the vast
Canvas of heaven, for in loving him two separate
Half’s have become whole, I’ve found the eying to
My yang, forming perfections circle of enlightenment.
Interconnecting vines woven around my emotions,
Blossom with blooms of his budding devotion,
In loving him I’ve found roots nourishment,
Growing stronger by his shinning smile,
And sunshine’s rays of everlasting kisses.
Oh do not the lords of the galactic universe,
Dancing within the fields of the twilight hour,
In tune with our wedding march, in timeless
Reflections do the pools of the moon,
Ripple with the hushed silence, as two
Lovers walk beneath them in reverences
After glow.
For in loving him, I’ve found my hero of
Companionship, devotion, and soul mate.
He is the lucky star that guides the rhythms
Pathway forward and where he goes I
Shall follow always.
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
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Reformations amities amid poetics tour de force overture within, virtuoso's....
Fatalisms exuberant pas de deux; foreordained this ballet in exquisites verse
To cross dimensions of spatial extent; the new promised frontier?!
Paragons quintessential interludes gracing the paramouric stages
Amid divinities design a birth, borne upon the canvas of touchstone time....
Fantastic phenomena; parting these cosmic curtains in yesteryears ambivalence
Watersheds cardinal red moment in predestined manifestations crossing thresholds
Parallel spheres once bound by catharsises hand crafted crucibles reasons!?
Eclipsed, from limbo to be carried unto Eden; loves, eternal cats cradle palms....
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.... * “Imagine” ~
it was of someone I once knew
but I did not yet know
it was of love and kindness
a union of spirit a familiar soul
but this was only a dream
drifting in my night
my heart takes flight
during summers sad moments
all alone in dreams dreamt of you
I feel you I know you or how you are not
this dream will linger in my heart
when I awake the sadness returns
a bittersweet feeling of losing something
unknown in a dream
like the drops of doom
I could not shake years
of isolation from my heart
deep in my soul
were I not to chase the dream
Would I not know the love of divinities' devotion?
If I don’t try…
…could I survive the inevitable
empty Room…
A soul takes when love breaks.
I pondered why you were sent
once I found someone
a time long ago
Someone to have N to hold
someone I never knew
I was afraid of it
afraid it would feel small n fall away
like my dreams dreamt along the way
and I will feel weak and lie awake
wondering why
I would walk in the afterthoughts of you
I awake with the sadness
from a Dream, I once Dreamt
of you or someone I thought I knew
It will return as bittersweet feelings
I could not scrub away
the feelings like bitter thick dew,
maybe that was my fear
bloody and cruel,
I could not run from dreams dreamt of you
Afraid it would break a fragile image of you
until I woke and that feeling did not flee
Was not fragile or fleeting like morning dew
As this was reality
a dark but sweet feeling
I felt memory cover me
I try not to flee
I did not want to shake
your future visions free
As you are sold real mine to hold
years still come and go
always something new
And now I will dream a different dream
of one spent forever with you
Credence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This autumns door....
Such colourful banners of latitudes sprinkling
Flowing waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance to the destined temple
Of the blessed, and eternal soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
"Profound," laid afore this starlit alter
Treasures as verse, whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of the organs keys....
Assembling choirs of angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies of harmonies chords
While the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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In, through the autumns door ~
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As if within a dream she seemed, while gently fanning her transparent lovely wings ~
Trimmed in silver and golds glitterings with perfect eyes, like diamonds set aglow
About crystal waters; her enchanting voice rising within euphorias mesmerizing melody
Anointing my Spirit as I serenely closed my own afore this, tranquillities entwined as one....
Lifting my vision unto the throne of divine; amid the arms of Angels a journey complete *
Creations jubilant voice risen from the tombs marking times destiny which, called to me ~
A symphony rejoicing atop the tides crossing evermores shores of light; now embracing
Seraphs and white robes once washed within the crimson pools of cardinals purpose....
To be claimed and reclaimed as a child and a bride; this beauty upon high resounding
Her celebrations joyous notes and she with fluttering wings, singing unto The King of Kings *
Loves glittering colours rising, their casting into a sea of divinities Spirits left forevermore ~
Entwined as one and I opening these eyes that tranquillity may reside; euphorias calling....
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....“Amid The Wings About, `Her Crystalline Waters!`”