Best Liberates Poems
With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sail unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.
In uncontrollable destinies,
fate is visible, signposted with faith.
In limitations of the intangible unforeseen,
tribulations from tangible organisms,
leave a heart yearning to release
the force from kundalini kismet.
What am I,
but a speck of dust,
spinning from nothingness,
composed in a complex analogy,
but more than just a meaningless metaphor.
Pursuing conscience consciousness,
a misunderstood muse in a poetic garden,
sowing seeds for a wallflower soul
to bloom as an orchid in Eden's orchards -
to feel mercy from heavenly raindrops.
A once, dysfunctional mind,
scribbled as an unmetered sonnet,
but with an eagle spirit
healing from wounded wings,
caged within a circle of sins,
polishing the heart to coexist.
Firmly planting my roots into
the mouth of mother earth.
Feeding on morsels of
atonement and redemption.
Eternally exploring self-reflection,
wishing internal paths lead to steps
with simple sentiments of silence.
Hoping illuminative energy liberates,
to ease the adversity of climbing
towards the zenith of zen -
to flourish in sunflower serenity.
Seasons like emotions fade away.
Where poisonous rain once
blistered susceptible surfaces,
sapphire skies showcase saffron sun,
silently soothing somber scars.
Yesterday was a vacant colouring book.
Today is a kaleidoscopic of colours,
illuminating every blank page.
Rainbow rivers stream through veins,
as eyes paint positive portraits.
Pen flows like exotic fruit juices,
blending sweet smoothies.
Essence of fruit salad zest,
liberates from a coconut mind.
Psychedelic pineapple heart,
nurtures mango soul's serenity.
Sentimental sun rays embrace,
soaking warmth deep inside.
Happiness is tranquil like a
pleasant fresh ocean breeze.
Silent One
2 February 2018
On this mountaintop I sit
In solitude reclined –
For such a heightened lift
Soul-weary did I climb
The world foresworn – a bit
(My aching heart inclined)
A flowing form of art
A hawk goes soaring by
In curving – graceful – arc
Suspended in the sky
It liberates my heart
And with the hawk I fly
Heart to beating heart
Eye to seeing eye
When you take a stand and say what you choose,
Without hesitation, or being confused,
Not holding a fear of what others may say,
But to say what you mean in every way,
It liberates your soul, by setting you free,
No longer a prisoner of insecurity,
But a teacher to others who sometimes hold back,
By seeing in you the strength that they lack,
Releases their fears and doubts that they hold,
And helps them now see its ok to speak bold,
Just do it with dignity, kindness and love,
Give all of your fears to our friends up above,
Don’t compromise yourself to collude with the rest,
Speak truth in your words and remain at your best,
If others don’t like the control that they lack,
Because of your strength to speak truth and talk back,
Let that be their issue, don’t lose who you are,
Keep making that stand and you’re sure to go far.
We all have the right to express our beliefs,
Our ideas, opinions, happiness and grief,
But we must allow others to do just the same,
Respect them and their wishes without drama and pain.
To allow them to shame you or belittle your voice,
Says “its ok I don’t mind” like you don’t have a choice,
And the more you keep quiet, the more they control,
Giving up who YOU are so that THEY can feel whole.
It just doesn’t make sense to allow this to be,
I'm no better then you, but your no better then me.
So keep trying hard to find that strength deep within,
And Let old habits go, so new ones can begin.
Knowledge gained liberates or mutilates.
Ramifications of reality’s realm reached
make your insides want to abandon the body ship.
Rocking back and forth as you hurl dry acidic pain
expelled by the force of shell shocked lucidity:
You’re not good enough to be loved.
Breathing in is treason.
Your heart demands release of life’s lease.
On the kitchen floor
crumpled dreams drag to prostrate form.
Alone…..
Every reason to stay is obliterated.
Ascorbic failures scream.
Heart blood transforms to salty rivulets.
Self-loathing usurps the throne of belief.
"Appeasement sacrifice,” it sagely suggests…
"Your life!"
Relevant Reasoning...
For someone for whom love is cell oxygen
grey matter food
supreme soul sustenance,
life without full bodied Love is death.
Might as well...
Cowardice cackles and goads….
The cut isn’t deep enough.
Red streaked line mockery of mental hell feels
abhorrence breathing between the sobs
that one hears …
No one hears
Troubled mind has drained desirability’s delight.
Not strong enough to live not strong enough to die,
you are spent…
negligence purged.
Silence begs to benumb,
yet a reminder remains.
The thorn of truth finds a home.
Embedded in my side,
it won’t be denied.
Removal immuned
it is unseen by naked eye-
exposed to the naked heart.
With every movement of love making
matrimonial mattress yet exudes
the faint scent of virginal dreams...
Pain permeates
It digs in deep.
Nothing will change.
YOU cannot change.
You are unlovable.
You're troubled and troubling brain
takes beauty down to notch of insane.
Give it all away.
Lavish and ravish.
Obsessively bid for love
while you auction respect away,
but herein is the cursed truth:
You are not good enough to be loved.
You never were.
You never will be.
For Charlotte's Heart and Soul Contest
September 2, 2014
"Love Crucifies"
I have you pinned
butterfly
all your colours
spreading
naked underneath
submission whispers
submission speaks
hands encircle
your wrists
arms open
outstretched
beckoning
beseeching
my heart
on your
drum beating
chest
Love Crucifies
Love Liberates
We transfer souls
We kiss
Love Liberates
Love Crucifies
une petite mort à tout prix
Just like this
Love Crucifies
Love Liberates
We transfer souls
create
Light
une petite mort à tout prix
Just like this
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Everywhen" / Massive Attack
https://youtu.be/nMGF9_aSdC8
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Massive-attack-everywhen-lyrics
Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
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Life is a symphonic cynosure
a charming composition
sung in tune noisily in tandem
merriment liberates us
spread the tunes of life
a ready-made ubiquitous syntax
moon voices Jukebox heart
Iron harps croon the days
I used to walk Elvis line in his heyday.
Twilight dream orchestrator
soars on silver wings
across the eerie sea
past raven-singing islets
race the clock
swap hourglass sand
reset to our first trip,
let's foster solid walls.
Life is a bittersweet symphony.
Love, laughter,
and silent dreams
In verses, rhythm begins
Steering us via life's curveballs
a calm ballad may be feasible
dreamlike memory
dusty paths to neon-lit roadways
catching dreams, sailing
weeping as a lone harp
I'm queueing until death
to travel as a country song
via onomatopoeia syntax
a metonymy, twangy melody.
paint hope on breeze
as moonlight amid trees
or pearly umbrella stars
dancing in cosmic black sea
dark orchestra conductor
revive ancient music
until ivory beams last.
Life is a melody to be sung
play it gently as a drumbeat
life serenade in riptide
years notes strum
cosmic tapestry links us to poetry
spirits dance in unison,
life is akin to writing a song,
with our key and tone
each life has a meaning,
we pick the theme and chorus
a song bearing our name
an inclusive rhythm
life's a tune.
Lavender dreams light up my life, as lilac laughter liberates love...
"50 Words for Poe: Monkey Boy"
"VACANT" ...
You lie your head down on a soft pillow
in a grey room
They say you have the Key
But it’s Hell,
you’ve done the work
You’re not forgiven
You’re not free
Someone on the other side
wants to lie down
there is no soft pillow
She’s very tired
But not over easy
Sunnyside Up
That’s not easy
Sunnyside Down
could be
Windows
Open
You see through a dream
how it is for the other
there is no soft pillow
Open
Windows
Now
Dream
Mirror
They see you in their dream
Prison in a mind
Doves sometimes fly free
They see you
Monkey Boy
Dream
Mirror
Simeon
Life ain’t easy
Simeon
This side
or That
The little one is trapped
between
This World
and That
Break Free
Monkey Boy
Break Free
She waits for the Tooth Fairy,
The Little One
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Whatya gonna do?
Stay?
Walk?
Free?
She waits for the Tooth Fairy,
The Little One
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Bullets loaded
Engraved:
"Silver Lady"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Dream
To Be
Free
Xx
Don’t F it up Roy
This is your chance to be free
Fly Free Bird Boy
Fly Free
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb/gvlm/xxxx
https://youtu.be/ZRSNy8DcIDk
Tangerine Dream/
"Love on a Real Train (State Azure Cover)"
“ - FORGIVENESS -
Liberates the soul.
It removes fear.
That is why it is such a powerful weapon.”
Nelson Mandela
LOVE
"…12
Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
...13
And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is LOVE."
Corinthians
T aking a revered bow, I convey my Gratitude
H IS grandeur, blessed are we together or in solitude
A ll days HE is omnipresent, bestowing Bliss
N ailing the sinners, hailing pious with peace
K eeping the equilibrium between Good and Evil
S ilently guiding Soul to see HIM piercing ignorance's veil
G oing rarely berserk with Natural Calamity
I ndicating HIS Orders are breached with impunity
V ery benevolently sharing HIS treasure
I n joy and sorrow always there to share
N ever ignoring prayers when need arises
G ranting wish when spiritually one rises
D evotion to HIM, Soul liberates for all times
A theist gets trapped in Life-Death cycle for crimes
Y elp one may, HIS way remain same for ALL, at ALL times
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Poem Featured on November 7, 2010
( Entry for Members Contest - Thanksgiving Day by Danne Ann Smith-Johnsen)
Dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow,
let's stay in this very moment and not worry about tomorrow.
Feel my hand on your shoulder and the other around your waist,
I have finally realized, my darling, you can never be replaced.
I know in the past our relationship regrets were very hard to swallow,
dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow.
Evidence of our companionship liberates our honest ways,
so take my hand and love me right as we continue to sway.
Before comprehension our stars were sacred and aligned,
I still can't understand how your devotion made you mine.
Dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow,
I'll lead you right to our log cabin in the mountains of Colorado.
Waltzing into the two-step creates a beautiful rendition,
for I'll love you forever without haste and condition.
If you look up high there's your favorite painting by Picasso,
dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: March 18, 2016
Seasons like emotions fade away.
Where poisonous rain once
blistered susceptible surfaces,
now sapphire skies showcase the saffron sun,
silently soothing somber scars.
Yesterday was a vacant colouring book.
Today is a kaleidoscopic canvas of colours,
illuminating every blank page.
Rainbow rivers stream through my veins,
as eyes paint in positive portraits.
Pen flows like exotic fruit juices,
blending sweet smoothies.
Essence of fruit salad zest,
liberates from a coconut mind.
Psychedelic pineapple heart,
nurtures my mango soul's serenity.
Sentimental sun rays embrace,
soaking warmth deep inside.
Happiness is tranquil like a
pleasant fresh ocean breeze.
All the little pieces
Shards of broken flutes and ripped flowers
Of handcuffed hours
Of burning showers
That had gnawed at the soul
Hammering and thrashing the whole
Into pieces of pangs pathos and spasm
Chasm in psyche
Cactus spiky
Time teeming with tattered twigs
In battered towers and disheveled churches
Leaving the life in lurch
A meaningless mangled moon
But it is time that prevails
Time ultimately treats tempers and mitigates
Its hurts and traumas
Life lightens liberates loves and lures
Loosens the soul to listen to
The deep blue music of life
Swapping the sores for the humming beehive
And lo
Now there flows the river
Boats with their swollen sails
Holding the wind from those broken pieces
Wrinkles and creases
Releasing them in crimson emotions
Into the wind and ocean
Palm holding dew
I love you
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22/9/2016
For All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest sponsored by Broken Wings
Encircled by shadows
Drowning
in ashes of a past
Left gasping
Grasping
Hope
Per chance to resurrect dreams
A moment
To envision
The incision
Which unbinds the heart
From ego and mind
Liberates desires
Inspires
Divine love
Meant only for the soul