Best Ether Poems
Ether-bound,
into the blue
I’m flying
with his hand
clasped in mine.
Is this a dream?
Underneath us
earth is growing small.
But up and up -
wondrously we lift!
Above a mound
of clouds we drift.
A glorious haze
of stillness
envelops us -
sweet tranquility.
I turn to see
his eyes so tender -
mirroring mine.
Suddenly,
a sharp shrill sound
splits the silence
most profound.
The clouds vanish.
I lose his hand
as I reach toward
the alarm clock.
Sadly, yes,
it was but a dream.
April 13, 2021
For Silent One's Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
3-5 syllables per line, checked by Howmanysyllables.com
upon reflection
the mirror lied to your face
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Could I hold your hand in my rough callused own
Walk you through soft Summer rain
Hold you so closely my nostrils explode
In joy so exquisite it’s pain
Wouldst care to go dancing on beaches of sand
Splashing in ankle deep surf
Close eyelids so tightly the red glows and clouds
And dream into softness of safe
We’ll travel together in dreamland of sight
Holding to pleasured delight
Winter wet wonders are yet to unfold
It’s not nice to be lonely at night
Souls lost in the ether of time
search the corners of forever.
While untethered wishes tend to
drift off into oblivion.
Frustration obscures the path of
souls lost in the ether of time.
And yet, love's formidable force
fuels hope, so they keep looking.
There are no trail posts or markers
mapping the route to happiness.
Souls lost in the ether of time,
feel frustrated, hurt, and lonely.
An exceptional emotion,
love fuels euphoric feelings.
And its eternal presence lures
souls, lost in the ether of time.
I
do.
I recall.
We were a
real-life family.
We shared our days
Our nights, our meals.
our conversations, hopes.
Dreams, jokes, tears & fears.
And then it arrived. Social Media.
Too quickly, we all retreated into our
Mucky, microcosmic, phone-shaped spaces.
And now, our voices are silent, muted, unheard.
Our fingers flattened by the steady tapping of keys
And our senses numbed by visions of cats and killings
Epic fails and endless funnies, moronic merry-go-rounds
pointless platitudes and expert advice which we seem to trust.
We live in the same space, & yet we co-exist on different planets.
What, then, does the future hold if we are to hold fast to Moore’s Law?
If the power of the computer continues to double at the current rate
It holds that our generation will witness the dawning of the day
Which heralds the demise of our sense and all of our senses
The loss of touch and feel, of love, lust, smell and taste.
Gone will be word of mouth and the voice of reason
The hands of friendship and the kiss of your lover
No longer to gaze into the window of the soul
Our eyes a hollow reflection of the screen
What then will a friend even resemble?
Where then will you even find one?
Why then the need to embrace
and how would you upload
the reality of love into
your memory bank
of all flesh-with
the end of all
flesh upon
us ??
As
A
Bubble
Coveted dreams
Waft in the ether
Illumining opalescent
Hankering yearnings in your sanguineous veins stream
Awakening the enthusiasm to wake up each morning with a sense of purpose
5-8-2016
I live in the ether, the place I know
where thoughts of heart and mind do flow
in a conscious state of epiphany
where intelligence lives in harmony
from this place the sources of task
to direct my body to do as I ask
I find I’m not always in full control
of what is residing inside of this soul
The rarest of gems therein resides
where our own cognition abides
exquisite delights are there to be found
to make sure our thinking is sound
Firmly cemented with it’s epoxy
not dedicated to orthodoxy
the place where one can search for the truth
about the things we learn in our youth
This system of things is so full of lies
and to see through them one must be wise
the beliefs that history has handed down
holds firmly in grasp its blinding resound
I find in it’s closets things I must clean out
that overshadow my heart and it’s doubt
the war that exists inside of man
that damages things within reach of his hand
The source for all kindness and it’s living balm
and when we face conflict for keeping us calm
for understanding all of this life
for making peace when meeting it’s strife
So many colors with varying hues
herein is where I first found my muse
painting it’s pictures on tapestry mind
weaving it’s patterns the ethereal kind
Each of us has been given this gift
and to it’s sharing for others to lift
a vast chasm and depth in this well
for composing design and doubts dispel
source of insp Proverbs 1-5 on thinking
ability, understanding and wisdom
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Sky and more
Placeholder - PositionHolder - Pegging place for stars
As is each wave on the Ocean, fully ocean yet separate in sight
Canvas of all there ever was, is, and will be: my eternal home
Everyone's CANVAS if we fully grasp, embrace SPACE: figures and background
I
I may share my love for Jesus and Bible - in vain
The practice is its own reward: His Word is everything
From Gauge, Level, Voltage and Testing Machine -
For philosophies, hermeneutics, gymnastics, gyrating -
The Acid test of Scripture: if it's not there, I'm passing ...
II
Look "up" is a general point, you may generally take from me
But I challenge you, "UP" one day "down" another way
If one points at the sky, while the Earth spins, where's "up" really?
Still, looking at sky, stars and more at night, is serious PLAY
Looking beyond the garbage on level ground, ether beckons U & me
III
Then again, "looking up" is well-deployed to uplift one's spirit
There's something magical when we shift gazing at people, to trees
And higher - be they clouds, falling snow, even hail, or - satellite
More and more CREEPING STARS I see up there, satellites they be!
Still, I say look up - it works wonders - no matter what bothers me
Ether Dreams
Chasing all my dreams
Hoping they’ll come true
Watching them unravel
Evaporating like morning dew
Like a lacy web between two worlds
So fragile and suspended
Buffeted by gales of fate
Pulling ‘til it can’t be mended
A battle rages in me
My heart and head at odds
I wanted to reflect with joy
Upon the path that we both trod
To fight these losing skirmishes
When your postures are competing
Is like death by a thousand cuts
Leaving you broken, rough, and bleeding
Boundless, affixed upon the instant beyond the limit of my gaze.
Shapeless, undulating fractal expanse reveals as observed from without the mosaic aria.
Origin, speculations abound upon the fabrics cyclical essence.
Then, the instant proceeding the moment of origin, elegance.
Now, is as then the instant, the elegance of that moment.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
Does a poet's heart link with gentle clouds from afar
to capture fragments of magic that stray from a star?
October 7, 2021
Couplet #3 contest
sponsored by L. Milton Hankins
Second Place Trophy!
Eternal now
Light fades
To darkness
Collapsing structures
Shifting dimensions
Poltergeists have
Tantrums in
The Ether
We see the spells here
Creep where we dwell,
Even ere he tells me
These resemble hell;
There he ever refers,
Prefers the better,
Keeps the secret
Where the greed feeds;
When we free the self,
Express the ken,
Steer the helm,
Then we’ll see the ether.
just sidestep through the ether,
sucking on a bong or reefer,
till you reach the land of sweet forget me not,
see the shades and ghosties shiver,
crossing the styx ole man river,
remembering sometimes,
is forgot?
Don
thank you Dr Ram great poem.
"The Twin Worlds"