Best Manifestation Poems
High Vibrations are imperative combined and intertwined with unconditional love for everything and every human on earth.
In manifesting wants, needs, and desires one must be extremely specific and on point in every manner and aspect of height and girth.
Unconditional love is the prime element along with a positive mindset in harmony of heart in any situation.
A continuous positive mental attitude will propel one and draw one into the magnetized opportunities using a higher state of intuition.
Love
is God's manifestation in one's heart
that
enables him to see the reflection of himself
upon
the image of another fellow human!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 June 2020
From desires of the heart
Manifestation is initiated.
"As I act the part,
I become the part...
I am the painter
and life is my art"
a rock is a rock because it thinks it's so
We dare not look!
We dare not stop!
We dare not ponder!
Beyond the skin, to a humdrum is a no man’s land,
Build and soothed by the malevolence of such a spellbinding hand,
Forging us, shaping us,
Building us, soothing us and molding us,
Is the potter and his evil hand,
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.
It’s but a satins eye, that’s stirs the malicious fire,
And he the potter, with hot vivacious stick adds life,
To such a vigorous Fire, never to tire.
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, Until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.
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~M.M.M
Stars are the other amazing suns,
probably more awesome than our own,
they must have many planets spinning around them...
there are many more unknown worlds invisible to us;
on the clearest night: gaze far and watch them
as they astound us with a stellar manifestation!
Since childhood stars fascinated me with a mystery so intriguing
and wondered who was that great Designer and Being
who had made them to hang in infinite space;
they surely had a specific purpose to accomplish by diminishing
some of the darkness and make the observer feel safe...
oh, starry August nights are quite amazing!
Stars like the Earth will outlast all ages to puzzle and dazzle minds;
how can Science declare that creation is a myth, or even a lie
and deny God's existence with animosity?
Why haven't they seen a stellar manifestation through a believer's eyes?
I exult His exuberant designs of creativity
and delight in everything from a tiny flower to an immense star-lit sky!
Life is sometimes too baffling,
Life is sometimes too frightening,
Life is sometimes too gleaming,
Where everyone is so struggling...
A thing called Life it is...
A thing called 'knife' it is... (2)
It is too sharp by which we DIE, DIE, DIE...
Life's sometimes too hopeless,
Where pure affection and benevolent love is worthless,
Life's a catastrophe where hindrances follow,
They are not less than what is called 'sorrow',
Life's a maze in your strongest phase,
Life's a big murder case where detectives chase,
Life's a big flood where desperations come with rage,
Life's a bloody cage where we are imprisoned for kidnapping Larry Page,
Life's a star where desires nurture from our heart,
A thing called Life it is...
A thing called 'Skype' it is... (2)
Where we connect with our dear ones,
Relations which are healthy ones,
Life's an earthquake where worries dominate,
Life's an adventure where we set our venture,
We are scavengers of heart,
It is when vagaries start,
So, Friends, ENJOY LIFE,
Just think it as your loving wife...!!!
Seventy two millimetres of giant oink isn't a mild fashion statement. It is a hook and curve with two crevasses. A creche in a canyon jump is a dramatic effort of tree construction. A limpet lump can bring much luck to a tulip who smiles in a breezy field. Whilst free forming a piece of pie is mostly equivalent to a large vibrating fridge freezer whose legs whirl in a tinted air of colony. Oh look a basting vest. Vehicular movements. Peak of a partridge beak. Yellow yachtsman yapping yeast. Directional orbital flow. Flights of officialdom. Narrowed in broths. Fashion a fish favourably as it is driving a lorry. *** ha and eat 600 portions of porridge with one hand and electric toast with your foot. *** hahahaha *** manifestation ***
A child grows inside a womb;
a womb that is invisible, intangible,
and eternal. The mother is Consciousness;
She's everywhere and knows all.
Throughout the sands of time,
many cultures have tried to carve
and paint images of her,
yet She has no body or face.
When humans' sense of judgement is sickly,
a child is born, in the form of manifestation
of consciousness. Horus, Buddha, Christ,
and Krishna can prove the fact.
As long time and space exists,
one will always represent
rebirth of manifestation of consciousness......
#Visual Three
There is a moment in the night, in the shower, in the quiet, that exist in its own temporal bubble
and you are within it, stuck like flies to tape, as if at any moment you will launch away in sporadic patterns of flight.
Instead, you scramble inwardly, madly, in psychic violence.
In spirals derailing consciousness
In which your words must be waking dreams
that decide their own narrative and resonate with some primal inner force.
Use the schism of lucidity as an automaton would
Made only to be the rechargeable champion of fragmentation.
When the fretful pull to uncover reason
Instead brings only idyllic, isomorphic shock,
Flowery discord that uncomfortably enraptures and obfuscates
Can inspire a noble venture into creation
Manifestation of métier write
As an indie alt rock'n
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to be fabulous
then however the whimsical notion spins
within thine cerebral centrifuge,
the imagination pregnant with fetus
of a fledgling concept feeling
with byte size sea legs,
not quite ready for prime time
and beak combs devious, industrious,
overconscientious (hopefully), victorious...
though, as swollen womb dar full expansive
lettered girth manifests and coalesces
into miniature Confucius
versatile Buddha baby
(unless unexpected contusions
render exertion aborted effort), the proud
pro-creator bounteous, glorious, riotous
which unexpected success inspires
brassy, ironic, steely wordsmith
to tackle another and fleeting thought
and sire by product with audacity.
Oft times the sacred seconds silenced
by stillness louder than "Big Ben"
ear splitting only to me - squirreled away
in this makeshift manorial man cave
the grateful dead foo fighters quiet, a riot
with audio logical sonic boom decibel -
asper water nymph sprung from fen
or when the quick brown
(sneaky, leery, and fiery) fox
jumps over the lazy dog
slips into the house,
where the yolk cull doth roost
long fostering mass squawking
of manifold egg on eyes zing hen.
the end result metamorphoses into
a totally tubular unforeseen jumble
of gibberish senseless wordy clump
aspiring to convey some essence of logic,
though best to take a furlough than persist
to interpret dump
of discordantly strung English bits,
which intractable insistence
might spell f-o-r-c-e-d g-r-u-m-p
as the mood one may find them-self,
unless he/she can call
the literary mod squad to resolve harrumph
and with any lucky the once amorphous lump
pen pro lit tarry hit might undergo
an amazing transformation a mugwump,
a cherished poem plump
with juicy fruit weighing down the boughs
as if limbs ready to slump.
Manifestation is life
An idea can grow if
desired right
You can start living that prosperous life
The power is yours if the strengths right
show the world what’s yours
keep it together in times of fright
Because the world can be explored
Understand it takes time to make it right
Shout out and Scream
Let go of all the negativity
Show the world what’s yours
with positivity
Open your eyes and start living right
It’s your’s to behold
Just train your mind right
- The Clueless Bastard
50 Words for Poe: Manifestation
When all this is over
When all the words have dissolved into the Void
and stories of fantasy have no purpose anymore
What you will remember
of the person you chose to Love
is touch, how it felt to be real
just Be, immediate, in their presence
silent in the moment
the past forgotten
enfolded, you fit, like pieces of a puzzle
close, heart beating against heart, skin to skin
lips like soft velvet crushed moist and warm up against your neck
Stirred with a spoon
into a piping
hot mess
You breathe them in, like they’re your strongest hit of caffeine
and you finally realise
This is How Now Begins
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rt94jbEy0W0
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titania