Best Immaterial Poems
In the manicured meadow
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes, unraveling the
emerald iris of sacred skies,
orchestrating songs
of sonorous seasons,
searching for rhythmic revelations,
as spring-butterflies
flicker peacock promises,
gliding above rippling
star-jeweled visions,
like prominent parachutes,
symbolizing pearlescent presence~
of sanguine scriptures,
shimmering as ethereal radiance,
within this enlightened heart.
I refuse to let egoistic entities
enter my perennial sanctuary
blossoming with
halcyon hibiscus hymns.
For within lunar-glazed lentils
magical magnolias hibernate
in mere mindfulness~
unfolding a voiceless
poetic gallery
of chromatic colors,
bursting with incandescent flares
of iceless moonstones,
resting between merciful tremors
of unwavering faith,
counting tears that fall like
golden streaks on the
roof of charismatic creations,
eagerly adorning the horizon,
as pristine prayers ricochet,
to the impotent tunes
of immaterial repentance.
So tonight, I’ll allow
graceful galaxies to
sprinkle blissful-beams,
laced in lotus love,
perfumed with patience,
as my pen perseveres,
with persistent passion,
to sincerely seek
righteous refrains,
of divine magnetism,
letting ego perish,
when heat of worldly lies
suffocate the soft skin I wear,
yet they remain
unaware of inked henna herbs
of violet devotion~
I’ve designed in kismet zest,
through linear lines floating,
with vermilion verses,
in charming cadence,
to the alluring anthems of
an unbreakable dawn,
while silhouette
of my psyche swirls,
spellbound by the
enthralling influence of
celestial zephyr.
Categories:
immaterial, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling fresh from a firefight with Freedom,
unlatching the lock of Liberty with endurance elegant & unabashed,
could Moses manackle my motivations with a burning bias,
would Augustus Caeser cruxify me for minting my own coin,
does the Magna Carta make men Subjects, represented labor,
do government classrooms train Citizens coyly
to kiss the whip of the wealthy, pledge to be collateral,
truth my Tribune, empathy my educator, ability the enabler,
decisions are for me to regret or applaud, keep your mind cuffs away,
I reserve the Right not to consent or comply with a jurisdiction outside of myself,
Right to Acquisition a promise in my purview, might the arbitraitor,
when unable to house the white fire of Spirit
I shall receive the roadway to the great Law of Consequence,
finding friendship in the Unity of immaterial community,
that campfire where sensativity to sadness stokes a heat of healing
an exodus from the conflict of passions,
an entry into natural oblivion, membership to complete comprehension -
J.A.B.
Categories:
immaterial, adventure, endurance,
Form:
Epic
Thank goodness for a sun,
the rays that cross the plane!
My office remains melancholy,
a dimness I defend.
Daily I defend this muted light,
thinking it "muse", drinking it blind.
On overcast days, I get away with it;
be it blinds pulled, or curtain down
(rarely both: I'm not an ANIMAL!),
a ray or two may lift the room,
cause a breath, pull me out.
In day, the birds do not distract so.
Outdoor noises are immaterial.
Night of course, is a cause in itself.
At these times, sleep is a mistress
I dare not court, nor think about.
Night draws and draws, she never gives back.
Thank goodness for sun, and a nap on the day.
Earth's elegant axis, Sun's elegant ray.
~TH~ http://wrongwaywriteway.com
Categories:
immaterial, appreciation, beauty, earth, nature,
Form:
Free verse
hope is a dream
a wonderful thing
like a kite it takes flight
and flies
as high as our string will let it fly
in the wind it twist and dives
but hold on to the string
by my faith i will
hope is a dream
a beautiful thing
like an egg lain to hatch
we wait and wait
and keep it warm
waiting for it to crack
hope is a dream
an expressive thing
a seed we dared to plant
we water and feed
and attend it's needs
till something from the dirt turns green
hope is a dream
a colorful thing
a vision to be realized
we hold to our hopes
and act with our votes
to see our dreams materialized
hope is a dream
a mysterious thing
that most men say don't matter
but given time to pray about
the immaterial becomes matter
hope is a dream
a magical thing
with out it we may as well die
but beyond the clouds
and things that we see with our eyes
is the promise of a great surprise
Categories:
immaterial, hope
Form:
Light Verse
unsettling
disquieting
prompts
fevered
dreams
close to
dance across
almost nothing
intangible
immaterial
yet
extensive
varied
a sense
of darkness
the
eternal
feel
of the
sporadic
yet
peace of mind
talks
walks
alone
with
my
thoughts
in quietness
Categories:
immaterial, loneliness, solitude,
Form:
Verse
I was running up the mountain,
Just dog tired,
Suffering,
My mind drifting
Between the Infinite Rift.
My Aumakua (spirit animal) stops on a branch nearby.
He starts to chirp a mile a minute.
I cannot understand him.
For a second I imagine his chirps as something other than sounds.
This is what the little bird might have said,
"If Friends come and go
Enemies must
Stay and stop
Or what happens
If I don't think?
Does that mean
I am not?
Could I just fizzle away
into the immaterial matter in the air?
Become one with the universe,
Dissipate like the wind
Which has a pulse and a spirit
And a really bad temper.
The wind gets really pissed
If you break its rules.
For every reaction
There is a bell that goes off in a parallel universe
And two porcupines make love very carefully
Until one of them pokes the other
In the way that poking is bad..."
I put my finger in my ear, and realize the bird is still chirping and chattering, But for some
reason I can't understand him any more. Maybe I never could.
-Joseph DeMarco
Categories:
immaterial, native americanbird, bird, universe,
Form:
Free verse
The sun set low
And my heart split asunder
The wind blew hard with traces of slow
Darkness spread around and pierced deep under
My blooming valley of roses
Causing them to wrinkle and writher
Poison seeped through my immaterial illusionary world
And caused my heaven a devastating destruction
Smithereens of cutting glass started flowing in my blood
Caused me to shed tears, which made my imaginary world flood
The night seemed eternal, the silence so bloody
Chilled my nerves with horror so relentlessly
Stung my heart with so horrible notions
O how I wished I could lose myself in a twirling motion
With sight and tears, my head rested to a weak slumber
Jerked awake the next morn with a head struck with thunder
The tears so mercilessly had intervened with my peace connection
To stay serene for the next few hours was something beyond imagination
O how I dearly desired the whole ordeal was just a wicked dream
But reality chases one even in a protective realm
Ambled I feebly with a heart soaked in dolor
To a room which I considered my treasure trove
Where I had hatched all my sunny memories and flourished in their fragrance
Where flowed swiftly my memory river with steadiness
With broken sighs and a distressed heart
I set forth to design a beautiful card
But relinquished my work before it was accomplished
Well aware I was that fate would not have it acknowledged
With uncontrollable emotions and a heart filled with desperation
Broke off into a million tears which filled my sea of emotions
With withered reminiscences and scattered notions
How I wept! With great pain I sobbed
As if of worthy fortunes someone had me robbed
My plight seemed everlasting, my love ever flowing
Through the misty valleys where there was no hope of blooming
Into long cherished dreams and sentimental illusions
If it was God’s ordained Will, then there was no solution
Except to bear the whole trial with forbearance
But I failed to practise that, and made undesired interference
In matters where things were already so bleak
But I ensured that my next few months were doomed to make me weak
That’s another story, I desire to abandon it for now
Sometimes later, so farewell for now
Categories:
immaterial, lost love, me, heart,
Form:
Lyric
REST IN PEACE
In silence of surrendered feet,
March imaginations of mountain peaks.
Ash upon the inclined ground moves aside.
Tribe kicking leaves— a multicolored tide.
Sticks and stones immaterial— their throne
And ticker thrives with our heartbeats. We move
Less our tongues— echoes of Hallelujah
Sung by soul who lives in eternity.
His choice from unrelenting pain - his words
nearly silent in our brains.
He’s there…I’m sure…he leaves signs everywhere.
11/11/2021
Categories:
immaterial, funeral, grief, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Destiny is a curious word
Not uttered much these days;
Being far too immaterial
To capture, measure or weigh. Illusive
As the day is long and fickle
As the wind; destiny’s a kind
Of place we all pray we find within.
The journey we start when life is new
And time’s less closely kept;
The older one grows the more one knows
Destiny’s made step by step.
For better or worse, blessing or curse; heaven,
Hell and in between. Each twist and turn,
May leave us burned, building bridges
Or dreaming dreams.
Struggling and striving on the way to arriving
To a location yet unknown; destiny
Is what you do and who you are
When the seeds once planted have grown.
From hard work and labor,
Helping good friends and neighbors,
While following an unchartered course;
Down a road ever winding
Where you know that you’re finding sweet
Destiny, your own inner voice.
Categories:
immaterial, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
I confronted the mirror again today
And could not tell
Which like words would vanish away
I know this all well
Whatsoever cannot remain is not real
Since my first pain
Nothing is different how I feel
Ii
Every time I step into the light
I see shadows all around
My days are traced by hunts of night
My uprightness fallen down
My existence traced before my eyes
My worth misunderstood
I am immaterial, the sense is lies
Its ageless and neither bad nor good.
Categories:
immaterial, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
You, again. . .
Yes, I know I mustn’t look your way,
Even averted wholeheartedly, I am immersed in your presence
And it is so different, when it is the first,
It is stranger, unearthing…
I wasn’t in love, infatuated at best,
How cruel those emotions twisted and turned against you
Your soul must have quivered in wariness as I passed your way
As I, never enough, never strong enough, turned the other cheek
Deafly, I hear your voice amongst the crowd,
The annoying, distinctive voice that had later caught my interest,
And then, disdain…as years passed…
Disdain, for that voice spoke so well, though it never understood my pain
It never articulated, understood that level of my sorrows
I let you go long ago,
But I cannot bear to look at you again
At that smug face, your short-trimmed hair,
And that smile…every single time we lock eyes
It’s a smile of “Why must she be here?
Why do we have the same friends?
Soon, she will be away,
Lost in separate reality
And I shall press forward
To more important people,
More important things…”
Why is it so, so hard to reconnect with you?
Not in that foolish love battle we’ve never fought,
Or the crazy emotional rampage that have ruined beautiful nights
I just want to believe I exist in your world,
That maybe somehow, I make sense,
I do not just materialize in your presence,
To be greeted by your condescending smile
I just want to, just for a moment, Matter,
Not in the way that we are all so used to,
Of the immaterial, the foolish bump into worlds
Bouncing right back out of sight
The hesitation, the holding of breath,
The distasteful beat of your anxious heart
Losing me in every thump of your chest
Under that dastardly, angry brow of yours
In the cruel crook of your half-smile,
I know what I can be,
This unattractive, quiet, luminous nuisance
I know it, in my valueless existence,
I know I am too much at times,
And for that I have recoiled,
Soiled in these foolish tears
I cry because you Matter,
Where I may never
Categories:
immaterial, anxiety, appreciation, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
DURAN KORAN
Banners blow while a silken flag waves
Both signifying a country gone awry
Men dig ever more six foot deep graves
As I stand aside and wonder why
American flags must surely be costly
What with all that red, white and blue material
While the deaths of countless soldiers seems immaterial to the Commander In Chief
Who seems chiefly unconcerned about supplying armor for vehicles who drive directly into harm’s way
Occupied by occupants who occasionally incur the horrors that too often occur
While their vision becomes a blur from the sand and significant insanity in a land of lamentable leaders bent on brutality
As I become buried ever deeper in regret Bemoaning every unnecessary casualty of a war wrought and fought in futility
As corpses continue to constitute the inconsistency of combat
Like Corporal Carl Conway who died trying to liberate a country inhabited by an alliance who owe their allegiance to Allah
And believe in what might as well be a cookbook they call the Koran
Man, they may as well adhere to the doctrine of Duran Duran
So I have a superlative idea indeed
Take all the silk they use for the red, white and blue
And instead of causing casualties of war to bleed
Sell the silk for armor and armaments our heroes are so aptly due
© 2013 copyright…..~free cee!~
Categories:
immaterial, angst, war, war,
Form:
Free verse
He danced on the decks of tossing ships, danced only for dimes
He danced to the lash and sound of whips, hip moving like dream
And when he reasoned, his words sublime brought heavenly climes
Dance from plantation to Greathouse, dancing in gully and stream
And if we dance again today, he choreographs nuance and fiber
Still; this talented son, this bright native of the Martha Brae River.
He is the twin soul of that Manley, our horizons in the sun
And when at Mona, he taught me how to run with my ton.
O farewell, brother of my brother, mentor that from your distance shape
Me into a patriotic landscape where my children may build, farewell
Sweet intellect; and O may they bring our Mframadan like cloth to drape
Your rest. All your public life was nobly spent, farewell, Rex, farewell!
Your footprints are bright, not castles in sand, from high hills shine
The glory of your days. O Griot, go the bidding now of the Divine
O Blow the abeng now, beat the kumina drum, O village peel
The bells of jubilee again. Aluta Continua, Rex, go take your seal!
Mi mumma band her belly and bawl long time, yai water like rain
Hot like Clarendon springs, and the world like blue mountain mist
So cold, O emptiness, emptiness is such a dread, O such a pain
What shall we do with out hollowness now, and how shall we resist
Again the shackles of injustice, O that there were Marley
To sing this icon into the icon of memory, for all our history
Is but words on a page until we can retrieve the past to right
Today and make tomorrow bright again. He was that light.
Coda
O Kilmanjaro weep! O Timbuctu weep! O Meroe and kujo's clan
Weep for the death of man, a sterling man, a grandiose design
That met its worth in gold in deeds of him. All our life is like sand
Worn from the rock of being by tides and seasons, and no sign
To tell where wind or water carry us, we are blown away
The shadow of the sand is gone, but never cannot decay
It is too immaterial, its presence is like his fragrance here
Bill still O Niger, and you great Nile, I borrow you for a tear.
Categories:
immaterial, death, dedication, historywords, water,
Form:
Elegy
Going Dutch
When they come for me,
tell them I'm not here.
Say I've moved.
Say, if you like,
that I live at the Tate
(Modern or Britain is immaterial).
When pressed, be vague.
Say you might have overheard me mutter
something about the National.
Scandalize them - say I'm sunbathing nude
with a bunch of Rubenesque belles,
or I'm babysitting for Mary
while she whips off down to the market
to pick up a new blue robe.
Say I've bunked off to Venice
for the carnival with Tiepolo.
Bore them to death with a lecture
on pointillism or chiaroscuro.
But whatever you do,
don't mention sunflowers,
or little yellow chairs
or they'll catch me
skiing down the sides of wavy cypresses,
or whooping it up
with a crowd of golden stars!
Margaret Clerici
with a crowd of golden stars!
Categories:
immaterial, funny
Form:
Free verse
Crumbling with grief I saw you.
Back turned, shoulders hunched
and sobbing for your lost love.
He had left you and he said he
never would, his departure sudden.
Through smiles and tears you told
me of the warmth you shared - me
a stranger, yet stranger no more
as the story of your love evolved.
You touched my soul, you touch me still.
You unburdened you heart to me.
Grief once locked away now liberated,
free to be expressed and tumbling out
willingly, so glad to escape its prison.
My hand, my heart reached out to you
beautiful lady wracked in pain.
You felt guilt and feared you'd neglected
him some way? Yet from your words it
was clear no rebuff, no sin had been
committed, the purity of love was all I saw,
and see now when I think of you and he.
You were his wife in all but name.
You saw him as he was and allowed him
to take off the mask of responsibility.
To enjoy simplicity, the reality of love.
The rest was shallow, immaterial
in comparison, a gilded mask of deception.
His truth was you, the rest a lie, a
carefully staged production performed on
an illusionary stage for cosmetic audience.
The real grief is yours as was the real love.
What a gift you gave him and he returned to you.
So lovely lady feel no guilt, feel only
joy at what you shared, for some can only
ever dream of caring as you cared.
Categories:
immaterial, death, loss, heart, grief,
Form:
Free verse