Best Materialise Poems
Simply hungry for power
Promising YOU can make a difference
You provide your manifesto
Wear your colours with bravado
Smile and kiss babies
Shake hands with the voters
Soothing sugar coated words
But they are shallow veiled lies
Promise the earth….
Then nothing will materialise
Contest- All that you are
Sponsor – Charlotte Puddifoot
1ST August 2015
When will the time for me arrive
when I no longer have to strive
to fight to keep myself alive?
When will I travel land and see,
no longer bound by misery,
but free to bask in revelry?
When will my heart be unafraid
of death that beckons to the grave,
and mocks my show of being brave?
When will I use my wings to fly
Unfettered, meant to soar up high
at home in azure, boundless sky?
When will I see the phoenix rise
through clear and not these misted eyes
When will my dreams materialise?
When will I know there's more to life
than war and death, this endless strife,
and daily horror that is rife?
When will I taste a love so pure,
a love that does not lose allure
a love so strong, it will endure?
"For everything there is a time"
This is a holy paradigm
When will this truth be also mine?
Eileen Manassian
Whatever has passed me by, it's winged shadow
Cast a chill that lingers in my eyes
And strangely feels like losing, dying or missing
Something never chanced to materialise.
Gone in a blink and whirlwind embargo,
Candle extinguished at pinpoint of gutter;
Soft wax dripped petroleum blue at my feet,
Stuck to the floor with a cold tango stutter.
I placate my ruffled feathers with thoughts
And platitudes fired in a blind ricochet
That echoes a mockingly reasoned rebound:
"Ah, well, there will be another day."
Now I have a chasm to train and to feed,
My companion regret calls your faraway name;
And it sounds like a gunshot wrapped up in a wish
As I wish I had known you were feeling the same.
"Dead Letter Queues"
In the In-Between time
the letters materialise
words lost, suspended
in the Forever Gloaming
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
Winter Fantasia.
Snowman, his coat a trillion frosty threads...crotched by Jack,
the naughty mischief maker.
Each crystal cast perfect by Boreas. #
Blizzard bullies, bustling, jig-sawed sleet,
crystallized in my mindscape of imagery.
Winter Sun dares to melt you down, pasty white.
Your peculiar perfume, suggests ice cubes soaked in lemon-crush.
Shiver, quiver. As goose-bumps frazzle your Arctic world
the moon shines crazy, diamond flames hang in the lonely sky.
I materialise you...the absent person,
I colour the scene with my paintbrush and bucket.
Bold, stiff... blow a bon-bon kiss,
you sentry on snow-laden ice,
under heaven-hung, bunting stars...
a diamante necklace, swanked by Nyx, Greek Goddess of the Night.
Platted rainbows twist, entwine hues, illuminate
a fibre-glassed squirrel who morphs into a swirl of peppermint puffs
and whirls round in muffled silence.
Rouge-crested Robin rests on cold shoulder, then
alights on umber wings...
Ruby stained Snowman chuckles like river ripples,
egg-white flakes dying to pirouette,
airborne ballerinas, swivelling, spinning...
from knitted, silken clouds, finer than a Fuschia’s blush.
Come Spring sprinkles of Lime grass and creamed Crocus
blanket my view where you once stood.
Reality or imagination, I am the speaker of this poem,
so Jack, draw fern-like patterns on my windows, then
run away with Nymph shadows...
Even the wind dies happy.
# Boreas...Greek God of Winter.
"Transport Terminals"
When ghosts find ghosts
they walk through the
core of each other
expecting knowledge
of the other’s being
it’s surprising mirrors
are considered
transport terminals
eerily reflective
otherworldly portals
between there
and here
past, present, future
managing the transfer
easily
but it's never
that easy
when you’re a ghost
blueprints are beggars
to transparency
fingers slip through
the heart never seen
the remand centre
for processing
other channels are used
necromantic psychography
quills for keys
moonlit silver water
in a pen, shaken
sharp fountains for ink
cutting calligraphy for
phantom tears
inside the turmoil
of a storm-filled ocean
stirred surface searched
for eidolon's face
reflecting the other
rising to eat
each other's worlds
becoming words
the hungry need to be fed
ghost writers scrying
lives away, not near at all
but in front of each other
turning empty cups
upside down reading
spectral tea leaves
messages invisible
but it's never
that easy
fingers slip through
the heart never seen
the bare bones
of it all
materialise
skeleton keys
for dancing
those inside
the mirror out
locked in the dream
fingers slip through
the heart never seen
messages
ghost written
on mirrors
quills for keys
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“The Special Ones”, Katie Noonan – George
https://youtu.be/LupbCITf4tw
Necromantic = Necromancy
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necromancy
Psychography
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing
Scrying
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrying
Duality
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dualism_in_cosmology
LYRICS/ "The Special Ones", Katie Noonan - George
https://www.lyricslrc.com/song890471/katie-noonan-special-ones
"Crazy", Katie Noonan (Gnarls Barkley cover)
https://youtu.be/NZkE9GB7JuU
LYRICS /"Crazy"
https://genius.com/Gnarls-barkley-crazy-lyrics
Grey-robed ladies materialise at castles
Hideous red-eyed entities hover in woods
On horseback, headless riders gallop past
Silently, spectres watch and cause unease
Throwing objects at exorcists, spirits laugh
For Andrea’s 5-letter word Acrostic contest
I thought we were there
We thought we were there
We felt touching it
We could feel the weight
Our pains were gone
Our sorrows were gone
Our eyes could not believe
This was the impossible
The sun was shining very bright
Everything was in line
All dreams flowing in the head
Stars flickering and playing in the head
Was it a dream
Reality was dawning
Sanity was coming to pass in our land
I was feeling alive now
Seems all along I was a walking tomb
But now I see freedom
I see and I dream
About the fruits of freedom
On realisation I saw
We were deceived
The cruel blow of politics
Has raised its head again
Our dreams are shattered
Our plans and expectations
Are just hallucinations
They wont materialise
Until you join...join...join
Till we overcome!!!!
Time to Heal
Warmth floods through me as peace descends.
Finally weekend has arrived
A time to relax and heal after a brutal week.
Cabin fever sets in. but laziness wins over.
I’ll stay home and curl up with the TV and dogs.
Waiting for a message or phone call that’s never going to materialise.
Sadness hugs my heart and loneliness lies beside me.
I pour a glass of wine and watch the ice sparkle
A false light that gives a cold warmth.
I am at peace with myself and God
A protective layer forms in the place of my heart
I won’t allow it to break again.
I can give but I won’t receive.
I can hold but won’t feel
I’ve grieved my past
I’ve grieved love and youth
Its my time now for peace
Its my time for contentment
Its my time for Jesus
Time that’s His alone
Warmth floods through me as peace descends.
Finally weekend has arrived
A time to relax and heal, a time to reflect on the past
A time to build a new future.
Tender warm winter kisses
evoke the warmth of summer in my heart
and in place of snow
flowers flourish and grow
nourished with tender care
that we both share.
Pure white doves
fly through a clear blue sky
butterflies dance
and rainbows materialise
I see the most wondrous
story within her eyes.
True love is the greatest victory
a gentle flowing stream
a never ending dream.
Peter Dome.copyright. 2012.
Don't ever feed the poor,
Let their yearning,
For hunger stay alive;
More the hunger, starvation,
The stronger momentum
Of the slogans are;
Complicate them in religion,
Race, and parity;
Give them promise,
Which don't materialise;
Is the first and last rule
Of all political system;
The day you feed hunger,
Give clothing shelter,
Poverty wanes,
Chairs of rulers too quaver;
All associated to hunger,
Poverty will relapse;
Many centuries,
We have observed;
All poverty players,
Are mortal, come and go;
But immortal poverty field,
Remains intact, defeating all;
© sadashivan nair
Merging the trinity
By: Erastus “Popyeny” Shipuleni
@December 2020
Not always do I get what I want,
Neither does my request materialise as requested,
Nor desire implemented as desired.
Do I know why these occur?
Cause of denial,
Over power by pride &
Refusal for admission.
Road to fruitful life.
Admit the creator,
Merge the trinity, (Mind, soul & body),
Self-acceptance, forgiveness & release.
Be present & act.
Accept & be as created.
Manage within my reach.
GLIMPSES
look anywhere
randomly
& experience
subtle
movement
quite natural
slow motion
circulating
a concise i
mage
a happening
drifting
through
experience
sounds
quietly
as
appropriate
concepts
as echoes
materialise
& linger
elsewhere
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/natural-wonders
The emergence thereof, a cycle begins
Of different forms – developing
Exceeding growth of varied rate
Conditions there to germinate
To reproduce they fertilise
New plants to materialise
Protection of the embryo
Seeds produced, equipped to grow
Soil with moisture and daylight
A season with conditions right
Outer case of seed to split
Cells divide at the root tip
Food produced with sunlight caught
A stronger stem for base support
Grass re-growth of no delay
Species grow in the same way
Creeping plants that climb a wall
Taking shape and growing tall
Carbon dioxide, water involved
The minerals are then dissolved
Tree exposure strong and willed
Healthy cells of which to build
Plants and trees are all around
Natural wonders, calm surround
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
What do you do when frustration threatens to destabilise?
I tend to look for a chocolate bar of a decent size,
And wait for a new strategy to materialise.
My recent bout of frustration,
Is due to my failure to convince others there is a situation,
That requires them to do a re-evaluation.
It is time to stop saying wow,
And that time is now,
For priorities to become the mainstay of any show.
Am I the only one with my feet planted on the ground,
When it comes to spending millions on a children's playground,
If there is no money for housing the homeless to be found.
Can nobody else feel the winds of change,
Or hear the waves that now come in a larger range,
Likely to come ashore at any moment and our lives re-arrange.
What do you do when there is no chocolate bar close at hand?
And a new strategy in your lap does not land,
That is when Faith may be the only thing left on which to stand.