Best Monumental Poems
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle
Nile evaporations down Sumerian
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast
expansions exiting or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins
Did Leo descend from helium heavens
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading
spells, silence my singular speech to
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike
I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette
signposted in simple or significant sigils
Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my
knowing aloof yet vacant stare which
agelessly gather stories of aeons
imprinting dreams of God into manifest
luminosity becoming your words on lion
bones or this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles
making prolific progress patterns filled
with steely grit, come now release
agitated ages of bygone bitters to
prick or paddle dimensions where
appled anemones sing my stare into song to
swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities
I remain Sphinx Stone stable
unsullied forevermore
Apprehensions in thoughts may form a labyrinth,
and like a cipher open up to become a plinth
but still the belief beholds to achieve what is imagined,
Though in a fog,the wanderer still feels attuned,
Let it be light or the approaching darkness,
but it isn't a mirage showing its absentness...
The people who waded along aren't lost,
As they too were finding a purpose, when their paths had just crossed
So continue the walk to paint the complete picture,
As like the dreams, the clay of life would build a monumental structure.
Monumental Epistle
Rocketing towards the sky, my feelings arc over the riverbank.
O gravity, where is your force?
I reverberate inside my spacesuit
Against unfriendly Fahrenheit.
I could leave the earth behind the horizon,
If not for you.
If not for you— Dangling tulips on the slope of a flourishing hillside, Sheltering the insects,
While birds poke around
The haystacks beneath Afro-Moringa trees,
As the waves announce my footsteps.
I smile softly Before the squirrels steal the colour of my teeth, Cracking palm nuts Beside leafy greens.
I will be here for a long time,
Longer than Methuselah can recount his days,
Washing the stains of a weary race with fog,
Dancing to the gentle song of the morning wind,
Spreading grace and not lice.
May our wishes remain pure, That one day we may walk On the plaited hair of roses and lilies,
And write our epistle With wine, not wrath.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Submerge me in your madness
and drench me with your folly
Expound your thoughts aloud
and make your sentiments be known.
I just could not resist this temptation
stirring up in my blazing head
captivating my guiltless thoughts
and defying my audacious heart.
I have crossed this bridge several times
The bridge that spans over the universe
The universe carved in a tea cup
with many roads affix to its path.
some did not know which way to turn
Others too scared to venture on its trail
Each time I journey on this bridge
Something resonates deeply within
Taking the residue from the raw air
and confounds my searching heart.
Wisdom is always at play
directing me to go the other way
and in the silence of my astute mind
water flows harmoniously
While the promising sun forces
its way through thick trees
scattering rays of hope upon my spirited head.
Suddenly there was tranquility all around
and I slowly emerge in another town
Singing birds dancing about
And barking dogs howling in the distant
Water gushes over exuberant rocks
created a symphony too loud for the morning news.
I lie there in paradise bathing in the blissful moment
Everything was silent just me and the happy birds
answering each other and singing melodious tune together.
The trees standing tall and strong holding up their
powerful hands enclosed me on the river bed
and strikes the looming burden off my forceful head
I took a giant leap and finally crossed the monumental bridge.
Multitude of pebbles scattered on the river bed
awaiting the ceremony cheered passionately
and embraced my hard earned victory.
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The moment I exert
My creative force on you,
You just start to exert
Your destructive power on me
The moment you apply
Your creative gaze on me
I simply start to exert
My destructive look on you
When I feed
Poison into your soul
You just respond it
With your
Life-giving nectar
I just respond
With my blissful love
When you feed
Hatred into my being
This enormous game
Is played this way
All through the Eternity
And
All through the lives of
People and planets
This mysterious play
Has been looped around
With an untold balance
In time and space
Could you strike a balance
With your
Poison and nectar
Character and arrogance
Chaos and peace?
Could you strike a
Blissful balance
With all your
Positives, negatives
Good and bad things?
Could you understand
Your thoughts and silence
In the light of this
Basic reality that's been
Created by an unknown force?
Could you attain
This creative balance
In a single trail
Whoever you are
And whatever you do?
Could you buy this
Ultimate secret
With all your wealth
And all your monies?
Or else,
Could you exhaust this
Monumental secret
To simply fix your
Existential issues?
(To my Beloved Babuji Maharaj)
Note:
This poem was created by me instantly after reading the following words of Babuji Maharaj, a Monumentally Great Indian Mystic and who was the Founder President of Shri Ram Chandra Mission in India. He was the spiritual guru of my previous spiritual guide Chariji Maharaj and my present spiritual guide, Daaji Maharaj, who are working relentlessly by delivering Heartfulness Relaxation and Heartfulness Meditation to entire humanity from the beginning of the 20th century.
"The powers of creation and destruction are both present in Nature. Wherever the power of creation exists, there also exists the power of destruction along with it." -Babuji Maharaj
Listening to songs, through the ages of rock,
Some bands owned a gold timbred vocal stamp.
Like the new noise in ‘68, Led Zep’s power frontman,
The enigmatic absolute tenor, Robert Plant.
The original baritone rocker, Jim Morrison sang love,
Sang it before anyone else dared or could.
The Doors opened the doors to millions of lovers,
Jim’s voice seeped through my whole childhood.
And then there was the jaggeresque of Mick Jagger,
Classic rock not defined by tenor or baritone.
Fans knowing him simply didn’t know music,
And folks knowing music didn’t care for the Stone.
Then, bang, Bon Scott, charisma, wit and talent,
Overshadowing Brian Johnson, when on stage.
Singing the fury of the teenagers, singing with frenzy and fame,
In a passionate, maniacal rage.
And Joan Jett was Joan Jett before we knew of Joan Jett,
The rocker who loved rock and roll.
And the same with Roger Waters and the rest of the Floyd,
When, to the sun, they’d set their control.
I loved John Lennon’s thoughts on love and peace,
And Fogerty’s bold extrovert abrasive voice.
But outshining each of these singers there’s one that shone brightest,
To me, there’s only one choice.
Freddie’s quicksilver voice descended to rumbling depths
Before soaring to impossible heights.
He owned the stage, he did rock us to trance,
The ultimate rocker, leading in shiny black tights.
Your friendship means the world to me
Explaining why is no difficult task
You never hesitate to lend a hand
Even when I hesitate to ask
You’re always willing to listen
And you do not judge or boast
It’s your kind-hearted nature
That I tend to love the most
Your intelligence is unfathomable
And with your skill you will do great things
You’re the epitome of hard work and diligence
And all the positive things it brings
You set your goals and obtain them
Letting nothing stand in your way
You know no such thing as obstacles
For they’ve never held you at bay
It’s hard to say good-bye
But, trust me, it’s not the end
Because you’ve left a lasting impression
As my inspiration and best friend
Multi-Talented M.
Mesmerizing.
Masterful.
Majestic.
Markedly Monumental,
Mountainous,
Monsterously Masterful,
Miraculous
M.
Today is an another wobbly morning where I have opened my eyes to collect my pieces and recollect the transient peace of last night which soon gave it's way to a tentative traumatising earthquake and perhaps this morning I found myself lying in the epicentre of breakage , placed perfectly in the centre or our bed to fill the space occupied by you during the transient peace of last night .
Today is an another wobbly morning and I have rubber my eyes and I finally saw you , beautiful as you were , beautiful as you are , beautiful as you will be . I feel you are somewhat monumental , you love is monumental , monumental to this earthquake that shook us both but broke me , your highness stands tall , brave , unruptured , magnificent and historic , you are not affected by earthquakes because you are too old and too strong to break into pieces , I am new to this business of handling earthquakes with historic love monuments like you .
So today is another normal day , I have forgotten this earthquake between us and now I slightly shifted to the other side of the bed , I noticed your breakages , darling you too have breakages in you , forced love inscriptions and patriarchal letters you too have been ravaged maybe this is experience but you too are affected by this earthquake as I put my hands on your monumental skin I notice painted wounds so fresh yet so beautifuly old too , I see you have been gazed , praised and misused by many but I notice you are peacefuly placed here in front of me sleeping in my memory , did you rebuilt yourself in my memory ?
So here I am shifting completely towards you near this epicentre again to make and break myself into your archaeologist to explore you as much as I can , I am not like those professionaly perfect guides you met earlier , I am your archaeologist and you are my passion not a business of benifit .
So the next time I'll dive deeper and deeper into your exploration an paste a warning board on you that any further mark of touch would be a direct offence to this government called me.
Today is the aftermath of this earthquake and you are still monumental but this time magnificent in my memory and warning board of no degradation , regardless of public misuse , you are mine .
Centraspiritual forces
Animated notations
Soulful curvatures
Eyes awake, heart atuned, lips silent
Many things left better unsaid
Fortuitous dharma karma songs
MONUMENTAL AMERICA
(c)11/1/20, Iris Sankey-Lewis
Monumental America, you said, "In God We Trust."
this super power thing of yours won't rust
the nerve of change to rearrange
internal wealth all by itself gives clue
beauty is in the eyes of Sages, good as new.
You've birth the good, the bad, and the ugly
on grounds of mighty enterprise; semi holy
oh, pray those carefree days are over
let persecutors pause; penn like Solomon, thoughts on vanity
oh say, can you see, the power of redeeming quality?
You stood shoulder to shoulder like twin towers
with panoramic views, and friends, and lovers
haters watch as you paint a new montage
the weight of it surpass the number of lives lost
now at a crossroad; let's make merry at no cost.
Erase the lies. Together your children will rise
oh stars as pure as midnight sky
no condemnation shall befall those sturdy
magnify the God in whom we trust
this super power thing of yours won't rust.
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This monumental shift is the source,
no one can fix everything alone;
Evolution revealed a new course;
In the air a compassionate tone,
a wide grin since we figured it out;
Movement of an unyielding stone;
Our spirits were left in such a drought
buried and seeking a speck of light;
As we faced peril we always fought;
When the end of the tunnel’s in sight?
The cosmos has never smiled this bright.
Egypt, please pay off the Jewish people...in pyramids
Listen to the political crickets
chirr...….chirr.....chirr
Such limpid love as graces your heart comes once in a blue moon
Sometimes spurned, sometimes welcome
In scenes and circumstances teeming with joy in an afternoon
When reflecting upon your unwise action and reaction at home
You rue the mad blood that flooded your head
Dismissing love as though on you it felt like the plague
You could shove beneath your boisterous bed
Cos the swag of this love in your mind felt vague
Until in anger the jilted love left
To hide its hurt pride for good
In a hermetic cleft from which no theft
Could persuade the love to accept the fickle food
You offered the love upon realizing you hurt it so bad
Wondering why such drastic action you had to take
To make an innocent love so sad
It cried, cried, cried because the love concluded you’d made a monumental mistake.