Best Node Poems
I am Your poetry,
the words that warm tide your body,
the pen that presses deep into pulsing paper,
kissing the chaos away from moods of mind that static flicker,
I am your poetry,
born to be the Angel ink you drink,
a taste that flavors your lust fire sinless sultry,
intoxication of obsession spilling true love beyond sanity...
I am your simplicity,
honest moisture in the corner of your open eye,
the Midnight lip bite that awakens desire to breathe deeply,
I overcome questions with answers making your heart joy cry,
My voice proving through vibrational pull I'm Your's exclusively,
I am your tangible simplicity to scry,
hold me as a living prophecy,
I am no secret, I am love's answer to Why...
I am your therapy,
my mouth strong on the center node of your neurodivergant bloom personality,
embracing empatheticly moods unfairly forebode
by a society frightened by a woman's life fire energy,
I am your therapy caressing the code,
learning together a pillar of our love be fidelity,
the psychometrics satisfied to certify our love be never cold...
I am Your fantasy,
the match lit red diamond head
with one lick unleashing your sweet oil wick fury,
a combustion that spreads relentlessly to be fed,
I am your fantasy surging shamelessly,
Your refined nails know my name and I bleed,
a beautiful beast you become, I do not plead, I serve ecstacy,
the truth has teeth, our bodies climax in pure speed...
I am Your Victory,
Your Champion undaunted by the Devil,
I worship your star, kissing the scar, cradling heart teary,
You meet Me on the level of love believing in the eternal,
I am your Victory, a phoenix ready,
You congratulate Me for devotion unconquerable,
My lips touch your hand sure,
You and I forever married...
J.A.B.
phoenix ready,
Subtle, tingling, blissful caress
Wholeness of being, free from stress
Essence of presence celebrates
Each node within, Cupid’s address
Magnetic heat, pheromones grates
To music of spheres, soul gyrates
Bliss elixir suffuses form
Soma nectar drips through love’s straits
Mists divine are both cool and warm
Magical is, this benign storm
The false drops away, truth is known
Rapture unbound, is the new norm
Bliss and wisdom, that’s ours to own
Borne of love and light, is home grown
Within our heart, is God’s heaven
Yet each must enter there alone
05-September-2022
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/ \
/ \
sliced
and whole
a cleaved life
in flux cast dice
state of non being
potential in between
eternity's randomness
flip a coin up into the air
unpredictability flies there
alternate reality hints upon
•>•
parallel universes going on
realistically just one path
life’s inevitable no math
untangled observation
spit out my creation
god particle sown
new baby grown
chop the cord
use sword
spliced
\ /
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I am curthed with a lithp,
there'th no rethpite in thight,
cannot mathter my thpeech,
can't ecthpreth my thore plight.
Got a cold in by node,
cannot rethtrain a thneethe,
my condition'th pathetic,
I'm down on my kneeth!
I'll thtrive to be fearleth,
to thubdue my thtreth,
but I'm lothing the fight
to thuthtain happineth!
(Note: just poetry... no offense
intended or implied.)
“The pathless path beckons us ~
To get aboard God’s bliss bus”
~ quote by poet
Energy highways in form
carry currents cool and warm,
through a network amazing,
more complex than stargazing.
For those who know not, this maze
bewilders as does amaze,
being a channel for grace,
birthing bliss as God’s embrace.
Serpentine is the pathway,
to heaven an expressway,
along spine till crown on head
along which bliss mists are led.
Cell by cell and node by node,
as love pays to God an ode,
the path appears as we tread,
if in heart there be no dread.
Not much is known about this
tunnel network that so is
but suffice to say it’s true,
although known to very few.
Labyrinthine and complex,
these conduits let rapture flex
power of love magnetism
within our mind-body prism.
Only pure hearts free from stain,
may God’s love and light attain,
that as Holy Spirit flows,
so that our auric field glows.
Sages of old have spoken,
of these grid lines unbroken,
which though in truth has no name,
is for us to now reclaim.
2/8/17
Straight, curvy and bumpy roads
Some with cones
All across the globe
Tools made of stones and from bones
Got to stay in the zone
Wherever I may roam and rove
Certain boards bowed
And automobiles had to be towed
Money being owed
And loaned
Waters with or without foam
And lawns that do or don't have gnomes
Regardless of if the grass was or wasn't mowed
Above and below
Where waters flow
By way of the crow
Or as it was written in an ancient tome
In areas with buffalo
Troves hidden in coves
And groves
And other places unknown
Every since way long ago
Time has shown
Tasks done alone
And on one's own
Experiments involving clones
And surveillance done with drones
Faraway and nearby home
And any other abode
Hung up the phone
If it wasn't about money, then quickly came the dialtone
Due to the weather events getting postponed
Skills and wisdom are important to hone
Whether you're full of estrogen or testosterone
Coagulated blood was found on a robe
While it snowed
The full moon glowed
Near the motherlode
Located at a node
Time seemingly sped up or slowed
Objects getting thrown away and sewed
Meanwhile the population continued to explode
In and out of areas that did or didn't errode
Old and new episodes
Information and emergency calls being radioed
Items made with many materials, sometimes chrome
Or silicone
Stadiums with or without a dome
Capable of being able to fully close
Within and beyond areas that have or haven't been combed
Better stay on your toes
Continuing to row
As the wind does or doesn't blow
Effects ripple and domino
Despite if you have or haven't chose
Because that's how life goes
Stay sharp and composed
By: Dalton Ogletree
Thank You for the Music
Companions on my journey
Surround me in anthems -
When the dawn rises up,
In afternoons of reflection,
In slumber’s reveries -
Melodies
Always embracing me
Asking only breath
In canticles and choruses –
Paeans and in psalms –
Rhythms and in rhymes -
Written on the staff of life
Remembering remorse
In slowly marching meter
Uplifting shame
In the verses of vocal symphonies
Healing regret
In ballads of blues
Shouting celebration
In cadence of joyful jubilees;
A wondrous gift – a blessing evolving -
A marvelous thing –no toy -
That gathers together
Wandering questions
Shouted into Heaven’s ears
When the spinning world would
Crawl all over itself
Losing its pitch
Or bounce off walls
In atonal discord;
Welcoming back hearts
To beat as one in time;
My theme song never stilled
When vocal nodes
Stilled my song to a whisper;
Gratitude, my refrain,
For music,
Life giving as caressing rains,
To chant, once more, in harmony
With the vital flame of melody again.
In gratitude to Abba for their song - Thank You for the Music – My theme song that carried me through two vocal node surgeries when I thought I might never sing again.
Rising from within,
bliss bursts on our skin,
furrowing each node,
played out as an ode.
Vaporised presence
ignites love's incense,
astride God's bliss beat,
vibrant head to feet.
Thus simply present
in this joy current,
tingle renewal
is continual.
Dance of bliss delight
at play, day and night,
churns to birth nectar,
piercing each vector.
Borne of cosmic drum,
magnetic bliss hum
surges to expand,
our cognitive band.
Each cell stands alone,
dancing on it's own
gyrating in rhythm,
within body prism.
We would if we could
make bliss understood ~
rapture intimate
and immediate.
Bliss is a secret,
which none can ferret.
When God's our sole aim,
we become the flame.
30-August-2022
Cryptic language with words that hide;
Secret message in ancient tides;
Mine the passage in mystic ride.
Linger a while on textures tough;
Thought waves that style beyond the rough;
An inner guile with pregnant stuff.
Heart within mind in pulse and urge;
Address ***** finds in sag and surge;
Go beyond kind in swirl and purge.
To find the core where meaning fills,
Discern some more the vital till;
Let knowing soar in precise will.
Address the space where time holds gist;
Accept the pace of rhymes that list;
Align the trace in hidden mist.
Knowing within the sacred code,
Beyond mere whim a wondrous mode;
Here yet unseen a pathway node.
Feeling the way within these grounds,
A tensile stay that firms around;
Pry cryptic sway with motive found.
Peel layers here that hold meaning;
Read beyond fear the deeper fling;
Ponder sense clear as answers sing.
Deep within see the hidden span:
Veiled legacy in sure attend;
Code that sets free an ancient blend.
Trace clues that spur your quest to know;
Go beyond blur to sublime show;
Let swirls unfurl the course of flow.
Thought hides cryptic in symbols deep;
Know dear mystic realms that now sleep;
Feel the magic as foliage creep.
Leon Enriquez
10 Apr 2014
Singapore
Written: October 15, 2023
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Hanging precariously on the landline pole,
The sun's beams dance, yet no heat console.
Akin to power wires in homes spread and sway,
But it seems friendly warmth has gone astray.
Sun rays are vanishing behind the fog cover,
Placing the world through a frost to discover.
Nonetheless, it still clings to the phone cable,
A sign of hope is when light and cheer are stable.
Phone broadband towers above the keen sky.
It manages the call akin to a coordinator of a tie.
Yet it feels empty without the rays of the sun.
A mystery gap, an unviable-to-cram void, began.
Our bones are gently dying as we sit in silence.
Warmth may induce a shift in people's reliance.
But the phone's broadband remains unmoved.
By embracing all our goals, we stay unimproved.
We dearth the sun to engulf us with its coziness.
To devote us comfort, we struggle for prosiness.
But forthwith, we're out in the cold, yearning.
For the radiation from the sun to start burning.
Acoustically, we fix our gaze on the phone wire,
Speculating around when it will uplift us higher.
Will it ever convey to us the warmth we desire?
Or will it ditch us eternally in this icy quagmire?
However, a hyperlink grows inside the wire.
A flickering ember of faith that will not tire.
So there is a secret power within the cord.
A convenient network that hinders the record
Each house, each heart, a node in this scheme,
An array of linkages where comfort can gleam.
And though the sun may not shine with its might,
Each of us is able to produce our proper light.
So let us sit quietly in the cold embrace.
And bear changes at our proper pace.
The phone, a device, or a wire may hang above
Yet it is up to us to descry the embrace of love.
joie de vivre for no reason at all
engulfs us like a mist, from head to toe
rapture unbound throbbing in this bliss squall
heart feels within, moment to moment grow
myriad thought spirals orbit our form
eye of a hurricane is always still
cascading bliss currents, both cool and warm
rain down Gods blessings; we drink to our fill
each node of our form represents the whole
we’re seated at a centreless fulcrum
becoming divine light, scriptures extol
soundless bliss thunder, as the cosmic drum
Beside Every Iridescent Node Grows
Beauty, Eyeing, Instigating, Nodding Gracefully.
Bounty Energizes Inundating Nascent Growth.
Brilliant Emerald Ignites Newborn Grains.
Bathers Each In Nuance Gather.
Beyond Eternity, Infinite Night Gropes.
Beside Emerging Isotopes Nonchalantly Grasping
Bottle-necked Entities In Nature’s Great
Beneficence Engages Ideology's Non-sequitur
Givers.
Bare endings. Idols Neglected Gape.
Basking Ecclesiastic Idiosyncrasies Nascent Glow.
Because Each Idol Names Great
Beauty. Effigies, Itinerant Namesakes, Grin.
Beside Each, I Narcissus' Grow.
being being being being being being being
First Published in Femmewise Cat
Edmund becomes the code
Traversing he's a node
He spies the bug
A recursive slug
Triumphant to his abode
After gardening the inside of my house and home
In the morn I come out for more difficult gardening.
The flowers node their sleepy heads shaking the dew
And the aurora peeps up to climb a sky of blue.
The flowers tell me to look up, not to look down.
Once I plucked a beautiful rose to give it to my sweetie
It said, “Hey, you won’t gather my beauty by plucking”.
I was taken a little bit aback, it spoke again merrily
“Even if you crush me, my fragrance will radiate”.
As I start working, I hear chirping and little songs of birds
Rejoicing to see flying flowers, the butterflies
And the flowers looking like the trapped butterflies
Flirting around happily, not settling down for long
But longing to enjoy full happiness and not longevity.
The sunrise and the sunset are the times
For me to visit the garden where the God lives
It’s the best place to seek and feel him there.
It’s the place to bury troubles digging dirt
To rule a garden is as hard as ruling the world
It has made me a bit of artist, a scientist and a philosopher
As we come from the earth
And return to the earth
In between, is gardening we do.
But beware of wearing perfumes in the garden
Lest you be pollinated by the bees.
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May 3, 2014
Form : Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win
Contest: My Garden by Linda
Meet me halfway across the sky
We may stay or say goodbye
So far so good on that same road
The travel started in similar node