Best Levitation Poems
No flame within!
do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
shall I put to rhyme.
No picturesque words
in italics of your
woeful wildlife, no
acknowledgement of
the ancient mariner, he
that crossed the margin
of our “Atlas of the world.”
(Still in use, [I believe] in the
old stone museum.)
One can easily live in fear
of your many mordant moods,
to see you capture the
embracing horizon, where warring
clouds fondle the sunlight,
and the departing QE 2 is
reduced to microcosm.
How can one live in awe of
you, when at the end of each
day you snatch at the light of
sustenance, therefore
giving license to the veil
of damnation, soon to be cast
out of the east, driving impending
fears to languish upon the
unholy waters of the Styx?
(An extraction of the mind,
an evaporation of the memory
the spray dried brain
tossed into oblivion.)
Yet each morning an
interval to one’s ongoing
nightmare, when with renewed
levitation, the new light reprieved!
Begins avidly it’s universal
journey across Manukau’s
“Pack ‘n’ Save” Car park.
Oh yes! It is so easy to hate you;
you that brought the rest of
the world here, you that constitutes
a world within a world, that,
where the cycle of life creates it’s
own constitution, each player
judged on cue, to become an act of
fodder, mobile supermarkets
in ferocious competition with
nothing at all to give.
“Unless death itself is a gift!”
Upon the surface your
treachery still lingers, there,
tenacious tentacles lurk
within the sedulous surf,
groping blindly at sedated
rocks, those pinnacles of sanctuary
that harbour the weary,
support the rod.
Only when gravitation truly
intervenes, does the perpetual
invasion subside, leaving one in
no doubt about your promiscuity!
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Categories:
levitation, angst, light, world,
Form:
Free verse
She is shadow on their screens
Yet it takes forever for her ghost to fade.
They cannot know her nor
give meaning to her metaphor.
She is alive and sees things clear today-
Further than planes fly,
And she hears her hoarse, new voice.
Their searchlights can't blind her
As they chase the darkness in the badlands
of her soul.
All their walls are fading light,
Death-throw shivers against riddles of
Foregone conclusions,
While an innocent sky in her eyes fills with
dreams of levitation.
It's not hard to fall behind when
Gravity's hands grope and drag,
Pull you down as
They preach prayers, chant myopic mantras
while watching women burn.
Turning her head she shuts her eyes and
crosses her fingers, not hoping but knowing
Their lies hold no power-
These parodies of men now falter in fear
As they watch her rise.
Categories:
levitation, growth, inspirational, social,
Form:
Free verse
gravity craves in the sky
weightless surrender -
comet reaches rock bottom
tides foam a lullaby
crested lengths wave -
ripples focus underneath
horizon lingers abreast
pain drenched capture -
currents expose lost hope
a life buoy tied to an anchor
flare soaked in life’s blood -
cess pool seizes cessation
atlantis meet nirvana
tranquility draws in the sand-
jetsam leads the way
the saviour dies dried tears
an offering’s nail to the cross -
hobgoblin mocks the journey
drift wood walks on water
parts with seven wild seas -
beach hut shelters new dreams
a lonely star fish grants company
octopus offers eight fold path -
tentacles points to serenity
shooting star recovers attraction
wings hardship and meaning -
levitation mediates sorrow
earth-wind meets fire
mermaid shares fins -
life life rescues calm voyage
07th February 2020
Categories:
levitation, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”
Quote By: Marcus Aurelius
Tinted in hues that I never imagined
this pilgrim soul has ventured farther then ever before
together as one encumbered with deeds unexplained
claiming the winds of change as culprits and friends;
I plucked out strange thoughts like plums from a tree
thanking the summers of June for their warmth
choosing fruition of imagination over logical thought
and as the polar lights of my mind ignited,
I watched in childlike wonder as a levitation of color arose
in my heart .
Categories:
levitation, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Ra the Sun God
Ra Ta came to Egypt with old Thoth,
10, 000 years before the Jesus cross,
The great flood had been and gone,
Thoth, Mercury and Hermes were one.
Built the Great pyramid, they did,
Hermes the architect, stones were bid.
Perfect square of line were they,
Levitation, rocks, did float the way.
Later Ra Ta was worshipped,
as the sun god Ra,
things he bid, marvels did,
still are there, today.
Kunkel says the Pyramid is a pump,
lighted candle,
Under a glass,
vacuum sucks up the water,
Pyramid has some secret class.
Anubis, Jackal God of death,
Gate keeper, soul to caress,
Would guide your free spirit,
To Osiris, if you were pure
evil fate, Ammit endure.
Don Johnson 28-july-11
tracie edwards Contest Name Write like an Egyptian
2nd place
Categories:
levitation, adventure, god, god, sun,
Form:
Ballade
Silence not just opposite of voice
More of ear turning deaf to outside noise
Close ears to outside din
And hear subtle murmur within
Listen Heart beats in rhythm and rhyme
No music composer can beat the music divine
Listening same beats for sometime
Makes one slip in meditation anytime
One drops BODY then MIND falls
Weightless, thoughtless Light one feels
Slip one may in trance
Levitation one may experience
Eternal Bliss engulfing
As if in Heaven surfing
Longevity of blissful state, on practice depends
Veteran or amateur, sooner or later it ends
Silence ruptures, clamour overtakes whisper
Bliss vanishes, pang emerges
One day sound fails to impact hearing sense
That is when one is laid into permanent Silence
Silence of graveyard not just opposite of cry in maternity ward
More of listening to death than speaking of life as trump card
Silence not just opposite of voice
More of dropping body dead, aligning life suiting soul's choice
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© Hitendra Mehta
For Poetry Soup Contest
April 2011
Categories:
levitation, peacemusic, body, life, may,
Form:
Couplet
i am your blue angel
paint the town of me classic black
decorate me with sweet blessings only found in the serene nature of the divine
the simplicity of it all does not have to be to abstract
all you have to do is love me with the ease of a gentle breeze and consume me with reassurance
this blue angle will illuminate your heart and mine with sincerely genuine gratitude
my appreciation will ascend far beyond the ambiance of any atmosphere and kiss the constellations to lasting levitation
it is with you whom i would rather exist fully with
the palace that i will build for us will be surrounded by greenhouse inspiration
i will make you blush with a rare version of radiance
i will indulge on the deep meaning of your exemplary expressionism
take this blue angel here and add yellow to create New Nature
take the classic black and add the beautification of you for properly added emphasis
it is then that i will love you completely with my hearts full participation and cooperation
that 'Happily Ever After' will be flavorful like a wild cherry kool aid popsicle
as i cherish all thoughts of you that warm my heart fully, i hope and pray that the seeds of my love for you will make the garden of your love for me grow....
Categories:
levitation, beautiful, blessing, dedication, for
Form:
Free verse
We have heard about wonders that great
men from history did – Jesus walking on water;
Buddha calming a wild elephant; levitation of Saint
Joseph of Cupertino; Andromeda, wife of Perseus,
placed among the constellations, and many more
unfathomable happenings.
In our present world,
we still wish and hope for the extra-
ordinary in the ordinary when we pray
for rain to rain down from a clear sky;
pray that a good Samaritan to give you a ride
when your car runs out of gas;
myself winning that I can win a Nobel Prize,
even though my grammar may be wanting.
I will understand when you tell me
that you believe that you can pass through a wall,
without hitting it, if you also believe that a rose flower
can sprout in an earth-scorching desert……
Contest: ONE OF YOUR BEST Contest
Categories:
levitation, faith, god, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
so many unknown variables to consider for such a tasking pursuit
a conditional ‘If’ but what if ‘whether’ reigns in a supreme challenge
conjectures battle refutations and synapses blocked in surrender
as long as suppositions succeeded in their hypothetical contemplation
the world may as well be flat and circle unhappily one of its moons
the ‘I’ would be futile a self negating deprecation on auto-destruct
and endless loop of no Self on a path to nowhere and nothingness
not of Buddha like Nirvana but hell on earth as we know it too well
a spinning confusion of gravity with levitation spared its flight of fancy
when meditation and pondering could not lift the soul above the mind
‘ruling’ that wishes to overcome suppression domination and power
appears a futile concept when freedom should be the ultimate aim
of course anarchy holds its merits but people cling to being governed
by false leaders fake news and an insatiable need for crude abdication
in an attempt to cast responsibility and shred all courage and hope
‘the’ poses the question of this or that where and when whether at all
a simple adverbial adjective refusing to rest on quiet incomplete duty
bereft of solitary meaning and such an imposter of clarity and precision
no stand alone metaphor of context and contingency lost in the process
but the planet needs answers and I do not give up easily if besieged
is there a ‘world’ out there a compass and globe in my restless attempts
to understand question emphasize deconstruct and give a sweet home
to live up to its promises and dreams as opposed to terminal decline
word has it that there are only illusions betrayal and survival of the fittest
engulfed in delusions conflagrations raging inferno straight from its core
‘I’ if it was able to resist compartmentalization of Ego Super Ego and Id
might not want the elusive generational torch snuffing out a last breath
maybe I am overthinking under emoting and have surrendered in vain
to lost beauty and a vacuum of distant echoes of an unforeseeable future
therefore I conclude that if I was the ruler I would ask my kids for advice
14th August 2020
Categories:
levitation, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
He is a mind under a fist
Within a box inside a darkness;
He is a monolith upon an obolisk...
A mighty legend in his own mind - -
Owner of imaginary greatness.
He is a whisper of obsession
Holding tightly to the doorknob,
Standing just outside the bathroom door...
Speaking of oblivion to his captured occupant....
And he knows she is there,
Just beyond his reach,
Because only he can save the World
And some one has to listen.
He is the emptiness behind a maelstrom,
Baby Woodrose seeds in packets
Complete with psychedelic instsructions..
There are no reflections in his eyes;
They turn inward to look upon his own pet monsters.
Sterile pools of matte' blue that see everything.
Such deference in his statement of inquirey:
"Does my staring bother you...?"
He is a subtle demon lover
Who fornicates in letters,
Convoluting explanations for his lack of divinity.
He smells of chaos and distortion --
Furtive movements beneath the covers...
Hiding inside the locked closet
Practicing levitation...
The closet where his special books
And special flashlight reside.
And he is maddness with the softest voice
I have ever heard.
But do not listen....
Do not listen.
He is just a man I knew.
The scariest man I ever knew.
Do not listen.......
Categories:
levitation, fear, memory,
Form:
Bio
Vast hollow hall, ambient glow entering slow on tiptoe
calls out “Hello! is anyone here?”
Door hinge swing--by sight unseen
peripheral movement from the rear--none appear
One soft nudge connects, then more come next
and next, and next
Voice excited, nervous, bland--man, and man all man
device bubbles hover-crafted,
image profiles for docking drafted
Luminous sheen…silver, blue, brown, green
Round around lithe and lean
Forms and faces--handsome, homely, in between
Monologue spheres minus sound
Controlled levitation scores touch down
one-way communique becomes dialogue
isolated, insulated inundated
predated, postdated updated …overrated
Masculinity unbridled pride but
unbeknownst, fast forward stride
disarming photogenic grin
brandishing… a safety pin.
…paused parade, orbs suspended
cyber applet cart upended
deflated, flattened, air expended
Men-a-Tumble undefended
“What the F***?!”
“Who the Hell?!”
--ejected from protective shell.
Calamity! Cacophony!
torso tangled infirmary
nothing as supposed to be!
Coughs and curses, creaks and groans
puzzle pieces – parts unknown
Muddled mental block unlocked
composed and groomed they preen serene
reboot, reset, reload, login
with no attention to the clock….begin
Overload. Meltdown. Servers Out.
Suddenly in this vast white hall
Stilted social structures fall
Coeds coalesce about
him, her, he, she…
mixed commingled symmetry!
Reality reunion, rivalry replaced
lovers, friends, new crushes too-- meeting, greeting
Face Book faces Faced
hugs and handshakes, smiles and laughter
anonymous anomaly
uncommon ground forever after?
Categories:
levitation, allegory, allusion, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
As I float in mid-air
like a bubble,
I can see the birds
and planes
flying past me
My feet are not familiar
with the ground at the moment,
as they dance from left to right,
upwards and downwards!
I can feel the wind
blowing against me,
making me feel like a sail
in the tropical seas!
Levitation finally has become
a reality, seeing the ground
like a gigantic, green carpet
and the ocean like an endless mirror!
O, gravity,
O, gravity,
don't take me down
too soon...
I want to stay longer up in the air,
to see the world below me without fear
Categories:
levitation, dream, fantasy, imagery, science
Form:
Free verse
Woken up by a huge cock in 5 AM,
Wait Madam, don’t take this as a cablegram,
I’m talking about a chicken clear up your thoughts.
You take me to a waterfall,
Just where I am.
Like the singing birds in the morning
Your voice…
It’s like music to my ears.
Rythmn and blues,
Out of punk and folk rock,
It rocks.
When you vibrate to my soul
Speaking in Andante and Cadenza,
swimming deeply into my soul,
switching on all the buttons on my body,
Like a lullaby, it feels.
Giving me relief as grandpa,
Like I am in spa for a massage.
Resting under my skin,I feel it
Hiding closer to my veins.
Your voice…
Your voice to my ears,
It’s like opera in solo,
And Playing karaoke of my favorite song.
Your voice to my ears
It’s calming,
Like breeze of trees in an island
Closely as I listen,
It feels like I’m floating,
Like a magician played a levitation trick at me.
your voice…
your voice…
your voice to my ears it’s medication
I need no doctor for cure.
Yes, I’m clean I got no infection
Nor any body complications,
Course your voice to my ears,
Its therapy.
The force it exerts towards me,
Strong enough to take charge of my thoughts.
Making me an excellent artist,
In my own head, drawing all perfect portraits
Getting me sit with my legs hanged up the wall
Your voice…
Your voice to my ears,
It’s the sweetest.
Categories:
levitation, black love, deep, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
T.S.Eliot
Macavity is a mystery cat-he's called the Hidden Paw,
For he's the master criminal who can defy the law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity.
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
E J Clark
He leaves behind no prints of crime - he knows if caught he'll do some time
For the master sleuth is on his tail, if caught he'll be whiskered off to gaol.
The master sleuth Sherlock combs every hair to be seen,
He looks indoors for Macavity's paws for where he might have been
The best detective was quite reflective at having missed this opportune time
The help he had was defective; they missed the clue of the Prince of Crime.
Thus it was the master criminal; whose stealth was quite subliminal....
....Eluded the Yard and I the Bard can testify to the SENSATIONAL!
Categories:
levitation, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Levitation may be how
I’ll journey over times and worlds away,
Safer than the highway now
I travel every day.
Maybe, too, my soul will soar
Each night beyond the spheres of space,
Coming home again before
The dawn-light strikes my face.
Categories:
levitation, adventure
Form:
Verse