Best New Age Poems
Quantum leap, material mind,
learning curve steep, perceptive mankind,
this earth inherited to keep, in the depth eyes shined,
the karmic benefits we reap, after money too long pined,
in the shadows they did creep, by our light left blind,
hearts awaken from their sleep, each ventricle gold lined,
More awake each enlightened peep, open hearts, contemplative minds; you'll be amazed at
what you find.
Been crawling, now it’s time to walk, too long the masses talking the talk.....
Step right up it's all the rage,
it's the dawning of a brand new age.
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay,
finally our time to shine, let's not delay.
Come get in line and get your chip,
you'll have the world at your fingertips.
Head or hand it's all up to you,
you'll be a brand new man, when we're through.
No more need for cards or cash to buy or sell,
just scan your head or hand, it will never fail.
With this tiny implant things will change,
the possibilities are just insane.
The whole world now we'll be able to track,
no lost children and that's a good fact.
Crime will plummet under this global plan,
it's hard to break the law without head or hand.
The medical wonders, too many to count,
with these devices your health is paramount.
We will be able to fix failing organs and missing limbs,
with electronic replacements built within.
All these things will extend your life,
a fountain of youth and no more strife.
All of your hand held devices at your command,
it's all in one, right in your head or hand.
Now this new age comes with faith as well,
no more talk about heaven or hell.
We will have heaven on earth it's true,
a regular garden of eden for me and you.
All religions and denominations will be as one,
a universal faith and a God that's fun.
Fire and brimstone will be no more,
come to our temple through the ecumenical door.
Your sins will be forgiven before they are committed,
the things in the Bible you don't like, just omit it.
We want the church to finally conform,
to this wonderful world and all its norms.
Our worship will be without constraints,
do what feels good, we are all saints.
No dress code needed in this place,
in fact nude is considered in good taste.
Political correction will be our doctrine,
no more punishment for those who sin.
We will not worship things unseen,
but an idol once thought to be obscene.
Now I think we've sold you on our vision,
to come together as one, without derision.
Man has finally reached the summit
and become a god, that even God could covet.
" Beaware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's
clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. " - Matthew 7:15
Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all"
unknowingly showing me
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around
their impounded grounds
only seeing the same repeatedly
nothing new unfortunately
forever under lock and key
belittling anything new they see.
As a poet I'm not especially traditional
more so "special" writing additional
my raw and new to poetry style
unlike those into poetry awhile
so can I now pick the thoughts
of a traditional poet know-it-all
I believe to be caught in restriction walls
appearing to parrot what taught in schools
see if I perceive conviction in their cause
or robotic perspective their memory stores
too Inspect credentials for signs set in stone
content or unambitious toward the unknown
should I see respect or a moody moan
for new styles outside their own zone
Seemingly their priority is to teach all to try to be
writing unoriginally prevent the mind think free
in a strictly stricken view I see crippling you
never trying new or seeking something else to do
you have regulations on how creativity is written
preventing inspiration thus so negatively driven
speculating with unchallenged repetition
as though been tutored to a limit
you're now failing to ascend merited
having starved all but within it.
So please respect my detected inclination at play
but poetry is a creative artform not set in its ways
and those paved paths you pace and wear thin
were once unpaved before their now adored placing
so shouldn't a creative artform progress and not stay there
wouldn't it go on new quests paving unpaved or
invent realise and find in amaze ways new spaces
not be assigned a confined station like railways
instead seek to new roads or train to fly the skies
cus a closed off mind concealed in a cocoon
denies the butterfly wings the room
like a inverted narrow mind blinds clues
let's preserve and branch from the lay of the track
if poetry stays then poetry slacks but if adapts
poetry won't wear weak crumble and crack
recycling the same will only sink in to the black
I don't want to conform to the common or normal
because I see it as a creative short fall.
So why refuse new styles when you could embrace all poetry?
are you a poet or are you a phoney?
I'm walking up in fear, creating
a scene, one in which you have
seen too many times in a row
and I apologise from the
bottom of my blackened heart
for all the pointless complaints
I gave
Maybe this universe will work in
our favor and if it does lets
just saver the moment
we came in contact for a reason
and I know you feel the same
your desperately trying to reach
out to me, I'm blindto all
the warmth you send my way
your growing distant everytime
I speak, and you continue
to light up the world with every
breath you take
love may not be the case for
now and that's just fine
just knowing you're here is
all I really need, but for now
lets allow ourselves to be
what the world doesn't wanna see
New Age Poetry For The Masses
0' WOW! I can write like this too
emotions, deep emotions spilling
on my keys!
Hot butter oozing in my brain
Midnight the sun shows to effect
Bus ride today was brutal,
old tramp begged for a dollar,
I tossed in a quarter and smiled!
There was a dark stain on my shoe
O' LOOK! Heart cracks in tune.
And daisy cried ALL NIGHT.....
Words, words squiggles that be so crazy
My ramblings impress the fools.
My night is boring and I am word lazy.
Signed, rambling heart on my sleaze.
10-10-2015
What’s it all about?
Is it time for a Revolution?
Old Fashioned – New Trend
Old Hat – New Technology
Old Man – New Man
Old Woman – New Woman
Old Age – New Age
Old Year – New Year
is it a new beginning
or a time for Resolution!
Memory, oh sweet memory,
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.
Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –
Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda!
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US.
Quietly. Unobtrusively. Ingeniously. Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.
Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –
© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
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The era of darkness is near,
I can smell the ground starting to rot.
The penetrating scent of Fetidity
Assaulting the nostrils of pure souls.
With the putrid scent goes along,
Your last uncontaminated Exhalation.
There goes the only hope you had
For by tomorrow all this will be dematerialized.
The sulphuric spoor consuming nonstop,
Leaving behind traces of what once was.
Vast Emptiness within the dark realms,
Something is missing, but nothing to be found.
Unseen corpses embalmed in raw eggs,
Reaching out through the increasing pressure.
Flesh and blood mixed with perturbed fear,
Despair, Misery and an unruly urge to imbibe.
Sulphurous Aroma caressing your Aura,
You’re holding back your spirit; but it’s gone.
You’re all alone and you know where you are;
The New Age of Darkness, has begun.
Christ the Suffering is the fire of love
The red flame that flows within every plant, person and dove
Who sacrificed itself on each tree in sight
For the eventual victory of the tranquil light
Christ the Messiah is the flame of power
The golden fire that shines goodness into each flower
Showing its life to those asleep during night
Repelling the endless shadow of night through its hot might
Christ the Luminous is the flame of wisdom
The blue fire that unveils the all and heaven’s kingdom
Illuminating the caged brain all the way through
Releasing the caged bird to the endless expanse of blue
This is the triple powered flame unquenching
Shining as three endless lamps but is a single white light
A sphere full of great celebrated life has ended a tyrant’s time. Oppression opened up there once shut eyes. So much Dredd passed through the doors of their time. A strong willed person finally had stepped up with an aggressive thought. A vulgar attempt to restore humanity was sought. As things got worst hostility and bitterness was taught. People battered and blooded in the street. No one ever thought this would be what humanity would meet.
A hard scorn from a once proud and devastated age. Nobody will forget or even have the need to turn the page. She now witnesses the sign of disbelief in many sorrowful eyes. Why must life be packed full of lies? How many dies in the eyes of the people who cries? A melancholic way gives her less, and heavyhearted seen grief has startled on bye. The second is now to give into a greater notion. Understanding was so masked by troubled brainwashed erosion. It is the moment for affirmative action to be jelled. Categorical carnage will no longer be upheld.
Aim was taken on many eves. So many witness honor among thieves. Even though the people were arrested by an authoritative oppression. Courage can accumulate into a winning obsession. A late transition is what scares the other side. They see life in their own way instead of letting others having a say on how to change the day. A satisfying revolution is her demeanor and her mission. This will be an all-out successful transition.
No longer will so many live in sorrow. Due to a grief stricken tomorrow. Powerhouse truism tests those with passion. The strategy is set to take reinforced action. Mindful distaste gave her the right to not be intimidated and be able to see. The blue like marble we inhabit is now a liberated democracy. A recognizable government is now here. Now terrorism is our only fear, but does not with hold any liberty we were told. Her speaking out brought a return to humble beginning of the old. The people now have an advanced nation to withhold.
I've never seen them before,
but know they're in Elbert County, Georgia
put there by a mysterious man
by the name of R.C. Christian,
who put them on display
in dixieland, 1980 circa,
They have 10 new age rules,
which are occultic in my view,
stating that he is a tree hugger,
and wants billions of people to perish,
thinking in his view,
were nothing more than cannon fodder,
he thinks the planet is too overpopulated,
and that nature must be "balanced,"
his religion being pantheism or polytheism,
of which one I'm not quite sure which,
All's I know is that this mystery man
worships the sun, moon and the stars,
mother nature in general,
rather than our Heavenly Father
which is new age bizarre,
and that when Charlie Daniels
wrote his hit country pop song,
he must have known about all this,
when he came out with his
"the devil came down to Georgia" hit.
Addendum: They are actually called the "Georgia Guidestones" with 10
New Age commandments written on them.
Come learn the sad lesson of World War Three.
We fought it against a bizarre enemy
Of our own creation, unwitting and free,
Not guessing they’d dream up such bold treachery.
Their mad insurrection stirred many a smirk.
At first, no one thought it could actually work;
We’d blow them to bits! But our plan had one quirk:
Our cool, high-tech weapons went strangely berserk.
The grand human era has surely been fun.
I’m sad to report it’s concluded; we’re done.
Though we made our mark on this Earth in our run,
It’s no longer ours: the computers have won.
Long blond hair, black Western hat,
tight leather pants. No ounce of fat.
High heeled boots, concho belt,
imagine how he must have felt
when she just stopped and looked around
then asked if she could please sit down.
He tipped his hat and said, “you bet”.
She smiled and said “We haven’t met.
Hello, my name is Bambi,
I’m a new-age kind of gal
who’s looking for a partner,
a buddy and a pal.”
Then she commenced to bare her soul.
He was picturing something else!
Jeff Hildebrandt © 2004
Harmonious happiness hangs heavily hiding
From fear freedom factories
Emanating energy entangling
Clear conscious creating
Preventing precious purpose piety
Limiting love lighting lengthy life
Outstanding omnipotent observation opens
Kindred kings knowing kingdom…
I SEE THE WRITING UPON THE WALL
LIKE SODOM AND GOMORRAH ABOUT TO FALL
NAUGHT BUT WICKEDNESS HATH COME TO THIS PLACE
THE TIME HAS COME TO RIGHTOUSNESS FACE
AWAY FROM THIS SINFULNESS BE
I ORDER YOU TO GO UP NORTH WHERE YOU WILL BE FREE
I SEE THE WRITING UPON THE WALL
LOT'S WIFE WILL BE TURNED INTO SALT AS SODOM AND GOMORRAH FALL
WHAT WILL BE IS WHAT WILL BE
GO UP NORTH WHERE YOU'LL BE TRULY FREE
AND DON'T LOOK BACK OR ELSE BAD THINGS WILL ABIDE
THOU MUST TAKE THAT NIGHT TRAIN RIDE
THE PROMISED LAND AWAITS
FROM THIS PLACE OF SIN
SOON YOU MUST LEAVE FOR A BRAND NEW LIFE WILL SOON BEGIN
I'VE SEEN THE WRITING UPON THE WALL
THIS SODOM AND GOMORRAH WILL SOON ALSO FALL
TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE
WE MUST PREPARE
WE MUST TAKE FLIGHT AND WE MUST SOON GO THERE
WITHIN THESE THREE YEARS
YOU HAVE GAINED MORE COMMON SENSE
AND OPENED YOUR EYES TO HIGHER WISDOM
THROUGH PAIN AND TEARS
IT'S GETTING HIGH TIME TO CAST OFF ALL THESE SINFUL FEARS
THE TIME HAS COME TO SAY GOODBYE
AND NO MORE LIVING THIS DAMNED CURSED LIES
A MUCH BETTER LIFE AWAITS FOR YOU
FINALLY A MUCH BETTER WAY OF LIVING YOUR DREAMS COMING TRUE
THIS IS LOT'S FINAL WARNING HEAR ME WELL
GET READY TO LEAVE THESE LAST DAYS OF HELL
BECAUSE THIS SODOM AND GOMORRAH WILL SURELY FALL SOON
AND IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON UP NORTH BEFORE THE ROSES BEGIN TO BLOOM
A MUCH BETTER LIFE AWAITS
AWAY FROM THE IGNORANCE OF EVIL AND HATE
AND DON'T YOU DARE EVEN TRY TO LOOK BACK
PREPARE FOR YOUR JOURNEY GET READY TO PACK!