Best Materializing Poems
The elliptical sea, ageless, timeless without fathoms depth
Of the eternal degree, its finite waves ushering against the
Everlasting shore of tranquility’s rush, a liquid vacuum of inner
Special waves, crashing against the coral rife of life itself.
Beneath serenity's surging, under the undertows splashing,
Lies a world within a world, beauties sacred personified,
Swimming in this elliptical sea, of the ageless, the timeless,
Without fathoms depth of the eternal degree, behold the
Immortals of this aquatic special zone.
In the silence stirs the vibrate light of mystery, in brilliance
Disturbance hides enchantments ledges, swirling ascendants
Diving within reflecting beams of solar flares, mingling amongst
The tail endings of comet dust, and purging the surface breaking
The wake nature’s stillness.
Galactic mermaids snapping their flippers at the rings
Of Saturn, gliding mariners obsorbing the heat from
The white dwarf sun, and bathing in the cooling pools
Of forgotten moons.
Drinking from the icicles hanging from the big dipper handle,
Feasting at the bouquet table of the thunder gods mighty
Shore line’s shoals blackened waters, exist this twilight
Beings of beauties most fare.
Thrown are nets of imagination, cast away are the
Vessels sail of inspiration, materializing admits the
Stormy wake of gale force winds, a universal
Hurricane and I a lone captain striving, to capture
It’s tidal beauty by quiled inks pen.
I’m on a ponders vision quest, searching for perfection,
Yet lost without sextons credence, this dream seeker,
Can only worship these immortals by thoughts provision,
Left in isolation's dreaming realm, swimming amongst
The solar mermaids, in this eternal sea, ageless, and
Timeless without fathoms depth of degree.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experimentation and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.
Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013
Once upon a time, the Lord of spiritual consciousness
Was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth,
No oceans, no rivers
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity it was
Happy with His existence
Suddenly the thought of sacred motion was felt
Deep down in his essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred
From its core outwardly
Consequently separating the light from the darkness and
All the other elements that constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to the Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars and all the other planets.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this creation
The thought of desire was born in God to inhabit every place
For that out of himself he cut myriads of blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate nature,
That was the way the souls beamed to manifestation’s cosmic sphere
Radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life
As they were passing from the spiritual, the mental and the astral
And finally materializing, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2013
Sparks of breathtaking pleasure moans
Paint the night with luminous stars
Embrace the unknown that invites and hold it tight
Captivation of a new language that gives it light
Twilight of romantic exquisite sweet poetry writes
Artist core of whirlpool flight on the surface insights
Cool glistening ocean blackness
Under a canopy of materializing stars, inky water hearing the waves
Lapping kissing your toes,
A faint wind brush against the surface of your soul
Run the fickle pen and just let it flow into a spectacular ride
1/19/2016
- Poetry Contest: Spectacular Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Flames engulfing all within their path
Ignorant of the damage they've created.
Renewing life, through destructive force
Emerging of the Ashes, life's new rebirth.
From Nature's fury, the force of fire's born.
Destruction's enforcer, survivors left to mourn.
Scorching all held within its warm embrace.
Cursed by many of victims, often left in disgrace.
So simply materializing, all needed is but a spark.
Its brilliant elegance, illuminating all that's dark.
Creeping in new directions, destination unknown.
Overtaking nearly all, only safe is that of stone
Its true intentions, often impossible to discern.
The only constant, another fire will soon burn.
For many years they had exchanged passionate looks, as if a pair of lovers.
Suddenly, she plucked up courage and said:
- I love you!
An eerie silence permeated the air, and the world stood still for a few moments.
- I have always loved you!
And their lips touched, materializing the dreams of kisses so much desired...
Seeds:
You, humble vessels of eternity
That
God’s will into the core of your
Very being carry,
Hibernated wisdom you are, awaiting the
Call of nature
For
To unfold the glorious slumbering powers in you,
Materializing thus
The anticipated heavenly plan of
Miraculous life!
Oh seeds,
Teach me your secret,
I supplicate you,
Tell me how your example could
I follow
So as
The divine will, in me, never
To betray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 OCTOBER 2014
Red blood drips- dripping, running down the cross.
Never did we count nor could we imagine the cost of disobeying God.
Drip, drip sour mixes with the red.
Wounds too wicked upon His bare skin.
Forgive me Lord for not living t he life you gave me with more commonsense.
Eve... drip, drip the blood of atonement covers a poorly lit moon or was it a planet?
There hangs our Savior, our King upon the cross.
Oh what a mess, look what we all did to Him.
His love, drip- drip His blood... His blood pours down upon us even now.
Materializing into one of us, conviction is a given but set deeper by the fact that God
has taken back what was meant to always be His.
By the right of creation our most Holy Father would not abandon us.
We are a gift from a most loving Father to His beloved Son.
This Son loved us so much that He gave up His very own life's blood... to hide how
truly ugly, defective we became.
Now the Creator once again recognizes us as His beloved children who retain not a
blemish before His eyes.
A true valentine's thought - may the true love of God for yourself and others shine and
live in your hearts!
poem by S.E. Clark
Nightingales nocturnes nurture
Everyone’s erroneous existence equipping earth’s enchantment
Harboring habitual happiness hearts
Projecting plentiful peace plus positivity
Mystifying mankind materializing maternal masses…
Materializing Craft
Placed on hard wood writing with fingers actuated & brilliant
While feet float covering bass and manage manipulation of volume
So as to accentuate the crescendo
This allurement and I construct the anthem
My heart sings
Bars inked with sonancy spilling out rhythmic bestowal
Until my musical thespian can not flow anymore
DUCK IN A DARK CITY LAKE
Small and dark, materializing in the lake
From the seamless blue black, the sprite
Curved her path, leaving a gleaming wake,
Its shimmering droplets of light
Like a comet’s streaming tail in the night,
A tracery glorious and ephemeral, enhanced
With diamonds in rippling strands a-gleam
Behind her - in unison they danced,
One by one fading into the void and velvet stream -
Till her orbit’s remains were only a dream.
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NOTE
Magnificent beauty is all around, even in the simplest events,
like this small duck swimming in a dark lake.
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Written 2nd December 2011
Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest "English Quintain"
Means you've taken time
to become fully aware
without staring
forming portraits
from mere glimpses
always thinking,
I shouldn't be drawing
these kinds of conclusions
but I love materializing
illusions
Going slow means you've
taken account that her skin
is as delicate as the tissue
she used to dry her eyes
the night before.
You careful uncrumble
her reasons
placing kisses
in all of her creases
Slow means you've calibrated
her flame to where her soul burns
blue, eternally for you.
Turn it down and her yearning goes insane
Turn it up and she'll swear she shouldn't
be a participant
Dial it in just right
and desire and restraint
crosses the finish line
at the same time.
Go slow. Don't rush.
Fingertip through her mind
so she erases all her old contacts.
And looks for phone booths,
transforming into
superwoman, just for you.
Uncover her strength.
Unleash her gift.
Let it be known that
you're her kryptonite,
she willingly consumes
Slowly, now my dear.
Your hero has appeared
Deep and dark, ready to consume,
Shadows fall down across the room,
And stretch out across the floor.
Engulfing the light, hungry for more.
Darkness reaches his hand out to cover her light.
From with in his depths, he unveils to her the night.
Be still and quite, my fears.
For the hour of total darkness nears.
They are only visions in the night, fantasy.
For surely they cannot hurt me.
There is nothing there in the night,
That is not there in the day light.
Still no comfort, for sleep will not come.
Frigid fingers creep upon me, making the body numb.
For surely it is only my imagination,
Fear materializing this intimidation.
Certainly it was only the wind at my window,
But in the darkness, void of light, it’s hard to know.
Sarah Comstock
9/6/1998
You're drowning in your fear and it cuts deep into me but i won't bleed.
Looking into your eyes i have seen the trepadation materializing for weeks.
You won't even utter a whisper, you fall so quickly to your knees and just look up at me.
I place my hand on your cheek. your skin so soft, so delicate, but so cold.
You can't help the cards that you've been dealt, but now isn't the time to fold!
Are you alive or are you falling asleep?
Get off of your bruised knees.
Don't let a single tear fall down your cheek.
Thoughts surface into my mind, but I have never thought that you were weak.
Lift yourself from this wreck, step up to the deck.
This is not your last night.
These are precious moments of your life.
So carry on my darling, I'll always be on your side.
From dusk till the break of dawn.
Your heart shows scars, but you are strong.
You taught me how to reach the stars, now I teach you to believe that you belong.
Your purpose in this life is now yours to palm.
As the day comes to a close
Dwindling shorter
Each and every single day
As the warmth leaves our mouths
Materializing into winter spirits
As fall leaves us
And winter is welcomed like an old friend
As the earth proceeds on its last and final round
Round the Sun
Our minds begin to wonder
What was this
What was this revolve
Did I evolve
Did I take the road less travelled by
more than
Staying in the zone of comfort
What is this chapter coming to?
A thrilling cliffhanger?
An end of an era?
Once the pages are flipped
There's no turning back
Eyes straight ahead
On the road
Hands on the wheel of fortune ladies and gentlemen
Luck is on our side
It's a fine brisk winter breeze
The snow sparkling under the winter blue moon
The reds and blues
Interlacing into a breathtaking violet moira
12/12/2020
Winter and Emile Pinet