Best Emanation Poems
Last time it rained was in April.
It did not rain that much,
but it was enough to dirty everywhere.
You see, it was a south easterly wind
and the clouds arrived laden with sand from the north African desert.
That was nearly five months ago, and the farmers are already up in arms,
bemoaning lack of water as they till the arid soil.
dust flies in the air
the sun blazes overhead
sweat drips profusely
Prayers have not gone unanswered!
Dark clouds creep from behind the hills
fast multiplying, ominously, obliterating the blue.
The calm hot air is ruffled by a timid breeze which soon turns
to gusty wind. A sudden horizontal flash followed by drawling thunder
precedes a few big drops of rain which testily hit the ground.
increase of tempo
deafening cymbals clash
erupting deluge
Water gathers then flows steadily down the streets;
thirsty fields drink greedily; trees bathe in delight, relishing
heaven’s kiss of life on their moribund leaves, roots breathing in relief.
Then, worn out, the wind slowly abates; so do the thunder and the rain.
The clouds shyly disperse, permitting an unobstructed view of the sky above.
Satiated, the sundrenched land savours the afterglow.
sensual appeal
petrichor emanation
veins pleasantly throb
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Contest: Rain Rain Come My Way
Sponsor: binibining P.iNk
8th June 2016
I am, for that I am a super-giant a magnificent monstrosity,
A ferocious fired fury beyond the Pillars of Creation;
With a billion breaths that burn within me, and yet I am;
A calamitous candle amidst the unending universe.
A plasmatic prisoner of time-a destroyer and creator…
I am a beacon of brilliant brightness, a raging radiance.
I exist within a balanced hydrostatic equilibrium,
Upon the fear of a gravitational collapse, yet I combust;
I have witnessed much destruction and many creations,
Nuclear fusion of hydrogen into helium keeps me bursting;
My rays of phosphorescence are no match for the darkness,
As my emanation comforts my children the rotating planets,
I grow weaker by the solar day for my exudation will expire me...
I am a bulb burning bright, a flashing flare about to go
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June.29.2020
You are a star
Sponsored by~ Nina Parmenter
N/A for contest
This morning I rose to a somber beginning.
I watched a season of my life pass,
And beheld the dissipation of sentiment.
I despised the junction known and unwelcome,
And I tried to discern its meaning.
Is it to repudiate love and shared existence?
By rejecting the soul’s outcry and mate,
And joining the ignorance of the mind?
Is it a faint of heart around love?
By becoming a deserter of faith in love,
And assisting a pessimist of true love?
The morn passed in contemplation,
And the dawns after filled with agony.
Nevertheless, a glimpse of hope arose.
The emanation became anew and transformed.
Its ineptness regained its stamina,
Its spine became upright and unbroken,
And its fear exited being replaced by fortitude.
Love re-emerged in the dissipated areas,
Joy permeated the rejected soul,
And the mind’s ignorance severed it kinship.
I savored the harmony of my afternoon.
Christians offer prayer to
Heavens above,
Realizing their sins are forgiven
Instantly and forever.
Scriptures have recorded this
Transcendent act. His death an
Investiture in mankind. His
Sepulchre a transitory tenement.
Revived by God,
Instantiating His power
So that man may know this
Emanation was
Not accidental.
THE MEERKAT
Meerkats are delightful beasts,
Arousing warm affection
They stand in groups discrete
Looking in the same direction
COW
How now brown cow
A bestowal to the world art thou
Miracle of God's construction
Four stomachs in mass production
THE PIG
Our blessings upon you abound
In our hearts you did awaken
A sense of gratitude profound
For bringing home the bacon
CHICKENS
In these days of Genetic modification
There is a question that begs
Should we yield to the great temptation
To get a chickens with four wings and six legs
THE URBAN PIGEON
I've nothing against the urban pigeon
But could it not maintain a smidgeon
Of caution when it makes its flyway
In the middle of a six lane highway
THE ANT
The ant delights to frolic
In Formic acid vitriolic
But on the tongue of the Ant Eater
There is nothing could be sweeter
THE BULL
His spontaneous emanation
Given without solicitation
Should encouraged him on a mission
To be a salesman or politician
Sefiroth
"The Divine Emanation of God"
Unfathomable are His thoughts and reasons
Hidden in His Divine Magisty
Unconditional His Divine Love
With Unmatched Beauty
Death was His Divine Com"Passion"
It was His answer to Divine Judgment
I wish I knew how to be wise
And have that knowing look in my eyes
Remaining silent while you nattered
As though I knew what really mattered
I’d never chat about the weather
Or discuss TV when we’re together
Always wearing a benign smile
Eternal bliss would be my style
I’d radiate endless compassion
Forgiving all, as is the fashion
A fathomless well of generosity
In love, unbounded precocity
I really think I’d have a flair
For worry beads and matted hair
I’d hover inches above the ground
Odour of sanctity all around
My aura would light the darkest place
While mortals worshipped my radiant face
Transfixed by supernatural beams
Flowing like Himalayan streams
Now and then I’d emit a platitude
While those around would melt in gratitude
Dumbstruck by my ethereal emanation
The fruit of yogic bowel elimination
But if you bowed to kiss my feet
(I think that would be really neat)
You’d better not smudge my toeless sandals
Or comment on my holy love-handles
If your chakras had some obstruction
I’d offer my course in karmic reduction
Having a diploma in kundalini power
All cards accepted, pay by the hour
I’d burn incense and chant a mantra
All legitimate and based on Tantra
Tutelary deities could well preside
I’d keep a few on the side
While priests and sheikhs and rabbis slept
I’d meditate like a true Adept
Transmitting subtle healing vibes
Like the ancient Tibetan scribes
If I were wise I’d have no care
My whole life would be a prayer
No tiresome rules to bother me
I’d commune direct with divinity
I’d have no truck with full prostration
Or other forms of mortification
Knowing Maya in her other guise
New ways of binding with golden ties
Self-abnegation is for lesser beings
Fasting, bowing, cleaning latrines
Can’t you see it’s below my station?
On the path to Realization
Yes, I wish I knew how to be wise
But I might just have to compromise
I'm not in that vaunted league you see
I'll have to settle for philosophy
Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing
Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned
nearing deceased sadness.
Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration
Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.
Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
against further fertile emanations.
Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
forming springs
Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation
Of pantheistic elegant circling Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick supreme One
Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.
Glare at isolation.
Rake loneliness in.
Sleep with solitude
if you dare
to care
and share
yet without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.
Some think
It is one position and three authorities
One power and three personalities
Three deities then and sneak polytheism
The trinity is a cleverly invented schism.
I think
One triangle three equal sides
Turn it as history provides
The gospel matches wisdom strides
One God across three divides.
Father
A role in the drama of salvation
About the belonging need of creation
How laws are convened by relation
The center holding equal emanation
Son, sir
Is a virtual status magnifying cost
The paradigm of value for what is lost
No side destroys the triangle most
All sides converging at the cross.
Spirit
Measures the mass-less conclusion
Between matter, and none matter union
Mass is man's means of promulgation
Of self, spirit in flat subordination.
God split
In history is still the absolute infinity
That proclaims a singular sovereignty
We are broken parts of the whole entity
Mass must go to show more than energy.
I have
No three in one, nor one fragmented into three
Absolute power can make absolute mystery
Finite reason reflects in logic its own absurdity
For logic comprehends nothing beyond mere history.
I crave
Through faith a worship centered in one God. We
His image: body, soul and spirit is three
And there is no self that deny this plural unity.
I serve one God reigning in one eternity.
You!
Are my loves source...
Fused!
Within my shell, you have balanced the gender energies...
My task! Be;
Allowing the harmony of their strengths to calm the sea of mind...
I join to your lips flowing your breath rhythm...
Receiving your voice, listening to your guidance from my heart...
I! Tamed the wicked angst ego; who wants to protect my survival...
Alas!
This self defense energy hath been turned against me...
I have discovered the frightened child who hid amongst the shadows of my soul...
I have embraced this piece of purity vulnerability...
I am my own soul sheppard of peace...
I am your light...
Blessed be this power emanation of creation...
I taste your being from the flowers scent...
I see your femininity;
The succulent fruits of life energy which emerge from those flowers...
I feel your masculinity;
The caress from the sunrays hands...
You remind me of your being layered within the wind...
You show me your true mind as I dream...
Absolute is our oneness...
I am your concepts of life;
Gaining experience for you to know, as I know...
The opaque grains of darkness drizzle silently
from the curved cauldron of the seamless sky,
the silver embroidered satin tapestry rolls out
from the cornucopia of the falling night,
as the twilight sequins dissolve in azure ambiance.
The music of silence echoing from the nocturnal sky
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one,
designs the enticing lattice of amorous crown.
The moonbeam motif distils the stellar tinsels,
makes drifting dream of you for me.
The dust of radiance drips in the mystique night
from the crystalline bowl of the blooming stars.
The twinkling trance is thus designed
for our love to serenade in the night garden,
with the symphony of silver starshine.
The luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the emanation of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering cloud of surreptitious self-qualm,
the diaphanous psyche resolute in the ordained orbit,
stays shining like the stars of clarity
in the enlightened transmuted trajectory,
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal abyss.
The gleaming pearls of euphoria in argentine night,
make the gossamer image of passion perception,
convey in convivial irradiance the notion,
everything has a time to come and go,
like the inspiring instants of effervescent stardust ecstasy.
Not speckled, not brown,
but white, pure white,
and still, so still –
pregnant with potential,
an ellipse of bright,
its light is white, so white,
so blinding. I cannot
remove my eyes from
its perfect form. It binds
me to its presence, sitting
as it does, in isolation,
where I have placed it
so that it may share
its splendour with no one
but itself. So pure
in its simplicity
and its truth,
for it says nothing
and is before,
before creation,
before the opening
of the god's eye
that made the flowing-forth,
the emanation
that is all that is.
ENLIGHTENMENT
Enlightenment:
Divinity’s emanation
Of sacred truths
To
Purified souls,
Waiting in silence!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 MAY 2013
Together forever, at cost
It is time I knew why all’s lost
As one we were, so calm, so gay
Then destroyed, our loyalty tossed
If only you’d loved her that way
Melody’s heart crushed, she your prey
Even gone, her longing hasn't seized
Thy furtive spell lingers today
Crushing life from her, you it pleased
As she shed tears, sorrow released
This doom that I now feel took her
Enraging jealousy unleashed
Familiar path, a smell of myrrh
I run away knowingly sure
You made hell a realization
Bound to eternal void we were
We looked East, my recollection
The morning star’s emanation
Will give powers, you promised three
Where’s thy cure and salutation?
Our ritual tree for transcendence doth aspire
A garnished trinket our crest will require
A fabricated mold with polished attire
A gleaming sentinel; a burnished squire
A sacral vestement on evergreen spire
With gilded insignia from divine shire
An angelic emanation descended from heavenly choir
Who heralds glad tidings on his mercantile Lire
A pure relic cleansing an organic sire
Mercurial splendor crowning an earthen pyre
O'er residual chaff rises an immortal signifier
A glorious diadem; a pious magnifier
From bequeathed penury; heart of penitent friar
Spiritual token vaunting our prayers higher