Best Metaphysical Poems
I dreamed I was inside a bulb—
a cathedral of filament and glass—
not dead
not born…..
but shumming**.
Glass walls curved like time
sealed but translucent
my fingers curled around voltage
like a secret
God was transcending.
The socket hummed a lullaby
of static.
Every breath of mine made sparks
the air electric
with grief
and longing.
I saw myself outside the bulb
in a room wallpapered with eyes—
each iris twitching
like a seismograph.
They watched
as I shimmered like an angel
in a jar of fire
as if I were proof
of something
too holy
or too hideous
to name.
The room beyond
glistened with wallpapered surveillance—
each gaze a blink
each blink
a test of identity
a hymn of entropy
and wonder.
I touched the glass—
cool as frozen memory
thin as a promise—
and the world on the other side
shuddered
like a dream woken
too soon
My thoughts turned tungsten—
spiraled
stubborn
resisting
the spark of enlightenment
or extinction
I spoke
and the words bent back
like boomerangs
buzzing
with static regret
A child approached
barefoot
real
impossibly tender…..
She looked like someone
I might have loved
if time had taken pity.
She placed her palm on the bulb—
her skin against my sorrow
the warmth of it
startling
as mercy
a forgiveness.
“Why are you in there?”
she asked
or perhaps
thought—
her voice the color
of candlelight.
I tried to answer
but my vocal cords was hardwired
my tongue
a fuse
My words came back
distorted
looped
charred
as if language
were combustible.
For a moment
I flickered
between purpose
and obliteration
Then
the ceiling cracked open
like a wound
and light poured down—
not to reveal
like revelation
like judgment—
to burn away
the questions
And I understood—
not everything illuminated
is meant to be seen
not all vision
is freedom…..
Some truths
are meant to flicker
fragile and holy
inside the bulb of the soul
unspoken
unchosen
alive.
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**Shumming: Shimmering Humming
epigraph:
A Field Guide to the Questions
That Survived the Fire
I Didn’t Start
—
I. The Songs
When peace like a river
When, for whom
I still haven’t found
what I’m looking for
Why here
here comes the sun
Whose morning
the answer is blowing
in the wind
Why ask
What if
a change is gonna come
When it circles back
Amen?
all you need is love
What then
what’s love got to do with it
Why love, then
every breath you take
Who owns
I’m not yours.
Not now
like a rolling stone
Which road
you can’t always get
Why try
Why dream,
anymore
I heard it through the grapevine
Why now
imagine all the people
What remains—
—
II. The Poets
When—
hope is the thing with feathers
Why—
the center cannot hold
How—
I contain multitudes
Where—
in a dark wood,
midway
When again—
a dream deferred
darkens
What then—
dare to disturb
the universe
So why love at all—
it cuts,
and you
were always
already open
Who watches—
someone will remember us,
not save us
Which road—
I saw my life
branching before me
What remains—
nothing will come
of nothing
Why now—
the hour is out of joint
dislocated
Then what—
the same dark wood.
midway.
again.
—
Coda
and after the songs
and after the poets
and after every question—
a chasm inside you
God left there
before the Word.
don’t answer.
it doesn’t need a way—
it is
the way.
Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)
Understanding A
Metaphysical Moment …
… Nature’s Mysteries
This Haiku is for:
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))
MoonBee
Being Nowhere
A bizarre place to be, especially when
you didn’t know you would be there.
The metaphysical implication of your
situation does seem incredible to others.
If this is the case, nowhere is that space,
that your mortal being and soul must fill.
Space and time in the human endeavor are
rife with inexplicable exceptions for sure.
Finding yourself in this eerie realm of nowhere,
by simple logic, bodes that you’re somewhere.
If you did something naughty in another life,
then perhaps nowhere is your karmic strife.
If this isn’t the case, then by cosmic fate, you’ve
unknowingly found yourself in another dimension.
Methinks that praying to God should be of help;
He knows that nowhere is somewhere out there!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 8, 2018 (Couplet)
‘ A Metaphysical Moment ’
A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much
… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea
… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …
A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …
(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))
Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)
Understanding A
Metaphysical Moment …
… Nature’s Mysteries
Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:
Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things
Standing at a metaphysical crossroad
Not knowing what is real
What is imagined
What never was or will be
Looking in the distance
Stars surround a glowing sun in a darkened sky
A rainbow spirals out of control
Spreading from mountain to river
Touching a hundred points of glass
It dances wildly
Never stopping
Never wanting to be beautiful
Clouds creep along cracks in the dry earth
Never rising, never falling
Surrounding snow covered rocks and life
Dripping veins of the darkest light
Covered a veil of something not yet known
Silvery and liquid
It glows as light hits its flowing surface
Reflecting into waves of misty air
Spreading across the world
Moving on currents of cold
Heated by the fires of the past
Igniting the land before it
Not allowing anything to become too real
Waves of visual distortion
Twisting and bending whatever beauty there is
Not showing what was
Casting illusion of what may be
It must be asked
What is real?
Does the world really look like this?
Is physical reality true?
Does the world exist as remembered?
Does the world exist at all?
Is there a reality?
Is this reality a part of someone’s dream?
Or someone’s nightmare?
Can
a poem have
no meaning
apparent
to the eye
do we
love
the
euphony
of a
phrase
cadencing
in the ear
ought we
struggle
to
understand
the
enigma
that floats
in the
landscapes
of our minds
to stop
receive and
let it be
a
moment
of
here & now
never
to
reason
where or why
I know I should love my brother.
But, they stick me in this
forsaken place and say “kill”.
What do I do with this love?
When the enemy stands before me
with no retribution in his eye,
only a look of bewilderment;
where do I put it for those next
Few seconds?
With fury of Satan
I enter the relm of self preservation.
Automatically, I move.
Methodically, efficiently, I separate
him from life, limb, family, and future.
Even through my tears
I can see, the faint smile on dead lips;
and I know this man is not my enemy.
This man is like many others
and somewhere, someone knows that.
Yet, destiny has placed him in the wrong place,
at the wrong time---the wrong side of the fence.
I contemplate the mystery of death
as I move methodically through the harshness
of the terrain.
Suddenly I see a bright light
only a millisecond before
I feel myself crashing to the earth.
The man I had just killed
cradled my head to his chest.
I ponder death
as I float twixt worlds --
not afraid
"Matter can be made, but never erased."
To me that translates my soul forever remains.
Whether my time has ended
or I've finished life's race.
Metaphysically my mind’s memories stay,
those of love, fear, or hate.
Tomorrows occur
the past fades away.
but one's soul and one's mind still live...
....day after day.
i am the man who weeps for the world
i am the man who weeps
i do not, I will not
bleed for the world
i’m not the one who bleeds
little sister, my love
do not dry your eyes on my account
i am a fleeting consolation
i have been
to the ends
of the world
i have seen
the great emptiness (it lies)
on the other side of that horizon
Going Somewhere
Somewhere is another bizarre place to be,
especially if didn’t know how you got there.
Somewhere qualifies as another special
metaphysical indeterminate like nowhere.
Generally, we’re all going somewhere as
part of the greater space-time continuum.
In our earthly mortal world, daily points of
destination are readily known to each of us.
This is part of that tangible-known world
that each of us as human beings conform to.
One’s inner psyche, on the metaphysical plane,
may experience something entirely different.
What was once a “tangible-known” on this Earth,
may be that “intangible-unknown” of somewhere.
Space and time define us all in our human world,
whilst the terra firma of Earth is our palpable surety.
After dreaming deeply one night, who knows, maybe
your soul might become resident in that somewhere!
Perhaps your new presence in this realm of somewhere,
like being in nowhere, is your preordained karmic strife.
If this isn’t the case, then by cosmic fate, you’ve now
unknowingly found yourself in another dimension.
If this be so, then praying to God might be of help, since
He knows that somewhere is out there in the Great Beyond!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 7, 2018 (Couplet)
(1 Kings 8: 27)
I Would Build YOU Seven Pillars
Made of Pearls of Such Dimension- Prized
I Would Build YOU Ten Giant Columns
Made of Pure Crystals Up To The Skies
And On That Holy Edifice
of 400 Cubits Elevated To Size
I Would Build YOU A Thunder-Temple
A Thousand Stories High
This Would Be My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
And Inside The Thunder-Temple
I Would Build A Lightning-Fire
It Would Burn A Flame of Love So Hot & Bright
That Lasts Forever & Never Die
I Would Place YOUR Name On A Pedestal Throne
of Precious Gems - No One Could Pry
Of Such Height & Depth & Length
& Everlasting Arms Wide
This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
O' My Rock of Ages ... Because YOU Are My Strength
& My Fondest & Most Fervent of Ties
I Would Construct This On A Mountain Top
That Stands Up Past A Million Miles
It Would Touch The Moon In Reflection
And The Stars Would Be Inspired
and Eclipse Every Man-Made Structure
& Orbit In YOUR Eyes
This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
I Would Fill The Air With Perfumed Prayer
Celestial, Sparkled-Incense Would Rise
I Would Fill The Space With Music
& Exalt HALLELUJAH In Chimes!
I Would Bow Down In YOUR Beauteous Presence
In The Aisles & Among All Tribes
& Exult In The Awesome Atmosphere
of YOUR Essence So Wise
... In My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
I Would Fill It With All YOUR Worshipers
& All YOUR Wonders & Praise Realized
& We'd Sing My Metaphysical Monument
In Paradise ... To JAH !
This Is My Metaphysical Monument
And Yes, This Vision Is Heaven-Sent
Spirit-Height & Depth & Width & Length
In My Whole-Soul, Solar-Sacrament
& My Devotion's Endless Measurements
Built From A Bonafide & Blessed Blueprint
Constructed Thru Carpenter's Consent
& With The Master-Worker's Instruments
It Will Tower-Up In Testament !
So All Will Know - Everywhere I Went
It's The Metaphysical Monument
My HalleluJah - Horizon-Event!
... My Metaphysical Monument ... To JAH
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/27/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
She wades in anoxic swamps
She feels with her heart
Her mind never still
Her soul torn apart
She craves understanding
She craves conversation
Her thirst for the dark things
Precedes her reputation
She is never sated
She is never stilled
The void in her heart
Crying out to be filled
Religious,
and perhaps all pedagogical traditions,
are variations on a creation story theme,
both rooted in, and feeding on, multicultural evidence
of faith in polyculturally expanding
mental-crown/physical-root
therapeutic resonant wealth/resilient health-integrity
Fruit of Holy Spirit/Nature co-arising love/life outcomes,
actively loving trusted truths
with peak experienced sacred beauty,
and or diverse
more monotheistic Truth v polytheistic Beauty
fundamentally monoculturing,
monopolistic,
colonizing
abusive and neglectful
demonically dispirited
dissociative ideation,
irreligious actively distrusting trauma,
unnatural,
dis-organically disorganizing
rabidly anti-womanist
homophobic
racist
and anti-spiritual idolatries.
Metaphysics,
religious and scientific and aesthetically woven creation stories,
are bicamerally reconnecting
mindful trust and sacred body beauty
of humane EarthMother
indigenously polytheistic faith
in FatherSun+EarthMother
prime enlightening+empowering
ego/ecosystemic
inhaling/exhaling
informing/exflowing
positive wealth/health co-relationship.
Faith evolves an external landscape cultural projection
of an internal co-empathic landscape
empowering neurosystemic inclusivity
and economically ecological
re-connecting
co-arising peak inter-religioning gratitude,
and degenerative dissonance therefrom.
Gratitude
is a Basic Trust
aptic-empathic response
formed through the experiential praxis of agapic love,
tribal integrity,
RNA/DNA synergy;
the Holy holistic gestalt
of becoming ReGenerate Issue-Identity Awareness;
original intent of deeply enlightened co-gravity's bicameral listening
for healthy WinWin self-identity nutritional opportunities
with diminishing LoseLose risks through decomposition of WinLose networks,
internal and external.
Sociopathology:
My problem is that I am not the center of my universe.
Sociotherapy:
My solution is to perma-multi culturally reintegrate
within our shared universal (0)-soul center,
each moment,
each thought within time,
each relationship between times,
each resonantly resolving development
of EarthTribe's ecologically unfolding time.
Mr Phil Osophy
Was Informative and Gossipy
His acquired Knowledge
Came from attending College
I Beg Pardon, University