Best Ovoid Poems
Oh translucent the body takes it's ovoid shape,
An amalgam of life from inside it's bloated state,
Pro choice and glistening,
latching in a confined space of creation,
As outside light penetrates to it's depth and core,
Taking energy blessedly to it's segmented form,
Steady development throughout the course of time,
White connecting with the embryo as the blastoderm grows,
From a yoke source of life in the balance and throes
Great challenge in this incubation period,
With passion for life and birth,
A deep search for air cells breathing the first inhalation of spacious scenes
We've crept through evolution with the same stages reached,
We step past our dreams shell shocked we walk on by,
Casting this shadow over death like we are all god like,
No type of crack shows how perfect certain skins can be shed,
Blessed with new life like hatching from an egg
Categories:
ovoid, baby, celebration, eve,
Form:
Rhyme
Toroidal heart and bliss bubbles bursting
in thousands noiselessly at head ovoid,
ushers rapture for which we were thirsting,
being by ego no longer decoyed.
As a sublime fragrance suffuses form,
we are both in this world and in heaven,
enveloped by a magnetic bliss storm,
soma nectar drips through chakras seven.
When jarring life notes deflect attention,
bliss remains but its attributes dilute,
prompting us to restore meditation,
that our soul presence within may reboot.
Deepen oh hermit, deepen each bliss strobe ~
Layer by layer, ignorance disrobe
07-November-2022
Categories:
ovoid, heart, joy, silence, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
a notch higher
above the head ovoid
grazing the crown chakra
a moist ethereal implant awakes
signalling embodiment of transcendence
within the aspect of consciousness immanent
the happenstance pleasantly occurring in the night
animates bliss fixated at the fontanel for an hour
somewhat like the hand of God on our head
wherefrom other nodes too imbibe grace
silently honing the Sahasrara portal
readying us for what’s to come
Categories:
ovoid, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
“Life pulse renews, radiating bliss hues ~
Bliss elixir sublime, becomes heart’s muse”
~ quote by poet
Mirroring guru, our third eye glistens,
wooing the head ovoid to come along
and with heart joining in, the plot thickens,
leaving us lost in trance, as bliss beats gong.
Enlivened spine holds erect magnetism,
that suffuses form with bliss mists sublime,
leaving no chasm in our mind-body prism,
ensuring our pure soul’s heavenward climb.
Our void centric presence, free from desire,
simply rests in awareness self-aware,
there being no goals for which we aspire,
our emptiness is laid before God bare.
Polarities rotate; we are the flame ~
Give it any name but we’re not the same
Categories:
ovoid, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
each pore of form a door
each cell represents the whole
Holy Spirit manifests as magnetism
soul becomes living light scriptures extol
a million suns illuminate our head ovoid
from a centreless fulcrum we expand
how can form contain the energy
yet before you, here we stand
Categories:
ovoid, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
gaudy trinkets
ovoid treasures
magpie’s nest
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(C) John C Michaels, February 2017
Categories:
ovoid, bird, nature,
Form:
Haiku
An ovoid of soft rainbow light beckoned her
to step into a realm that seemed beyond reach
but she had no fear and felt soul within stir,
whispering as love divine does so beseech
those who’re pure of heart, with God’s laws to concur,
becoming living light, path that sages teach
and so it came to pass, she beheld God’s face,
bringing back with her, outpourings of His grace.
20-December-2022
Beyond Reach Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
ovoid, god, light, love,
Form:
Ottava rima
This pebble pounded by incessant seas
Lies smooth and satisfying in my hand,
So cool and comforting, it aims to please.
Deep in my pocket, far from sea and sand,
Its ovoid shape fits snugly in my palm.
I feel its surface – pink with orange band –
Its age and weight convey a sense of calm
Whilst through the weekend shoppers I would plough
In search of solace, found in Nature’s charm.
The tang of salt and sea is with me now :
The spirit of this ancient piece of stone,
Although I sit beneath this oaken bough.
This three ounce weight – a time machine, alone,
Aeon-enduring, outlives mere flesh and bone.
Categories:
ovoid, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
My rose bushes are lusher than ever this year.
For soaking rain and warm days abound,
Though with too little sun I fear.
Still, they give me many blooms that astound.
Their gentle glow lightens any despair,
On return from the chaos filled outer world.
Sweet, spicy, fruity and musky rose scents fill the air.
As I gaze upon their colors - solid, picoteed or swirled.
Passing among them, snipping spent blooms in morning light,
Butter yellow, flashy pink, raspberry red and blushing off white,
Pale peach, bright orange and deep purple are a cheering sight.
Their varied forms - ovoid, pointed or urn shaped, all delight.
Be its shape classic rose, doubled daisy, peony or begonia,
In my enchanted garden, neighborly diversity is prized.
Proud hybrid teas, generous grandiflora, and free spirited floribunda,
Yearning climbers, and compact, smug minis are organized.
But after the thrill of their abundant first flush,
How do I keep my many roses from succumbing,
As pelting rains just opened posies bend and crush?
Yet, despite heat, humidity and bugs, more are forthcoming!
My thorny ones with their crusty hard canes, have a lesson to heed,
Under their fabled beauty that brings me such joy and peace.
More dutiful a rosarian, I prune and feed, spray and weed.
In our symbiosis, our stamina increases and life’s perils we appease.
For be it humans, pets or roses, the secret, if your life they enhance,
Is take them as they are, tend their needs and the common cause advance.
M. Renee Taylor
7/2/13
Categories:
ovoid, flower, garden, life, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Calm … Cool … Oasis … of defeat!
Reflections of what might have been
Dissolving in a rippling grin
Engorged with round endeavors
Unknowing … Uncaring
Drawing to your sodden depths
The unripe fruit of duffer’s quest
With naught to mark this ovoid feast
But gentle … jesting … lapping
Wet Nemesis!
I curse the void that clings to all
That fail to mark your distant shore
And in distain show no remorse
But quick! Return to mocking calm
To lurk beside the verdant way
Until the NEXT unfortunate
Attends your greedy call
Categories:
ovoid, golf,
Form:
Tomorrow it will be a new start she said as a vow to herself.No more broken promises and tomorrow's that never are to be realized.
Today I plan.First thing new tennis shoes.Then shop for fuel.No longer looking at food as a panacea a means to dull the ache.
She awoke at four thirty to put on her exercise
uniform.It has been proven people perform better
When dressed for the occaision.
As she took off walking she was taking note of the feelings in her body .The tightness in her arches the discomfort around the left knee.Her mind fighting
to stay on the path of least resistance .To keep the status quo firmly entrenched no matter the cost.
Looking up she saw the moon a lovely muted
gold ovoid wondering is it waxing or waning? Am I waxing or waning?
The birds slowly awakening after a late night courtesy of the sunset that was thought never to arrive.
She walked at a victorious clip remembering to
open up the hip joints with each stride.Walking like a Geisha might be cute if you don't mind walking that way forever short of surgical intervention.Not
on her to do list.
Two thirds through her chosen route marveling
that her feet no longer hurt nor her knee.As the cars ahead approached she flashed the light she carried secured by its wrist strap.She had thought as she secured it so it could be used to defend herself if push came to shove.
As the traffic passed she flicked the light across the
roadway in answer to the rustle of a hopping squirrel in the brush.
At that very moment her right foot unsure of purchase in her brand new stiff soled walkers rolled
off the edge of the roadway .In one, as if
rehearsed ,movement she fell backwards onto the culvert's lip. Striking just below the base of
the skull.A kiss proving to be fatal.Just as her debut began the curtains
came crashing down with no chance of encore
In sight.All mixed metaphor aside,
do I believe she failed in her new beginning?
No! Never let it be said.
She attained all she had self swore. And more.
Categories:
ovoid, motivation,
Form:
Free verse
the luminous ovoid of Self replicates
the omnipresent lustre of God’s light
made in His image this is our essence
eternal and renewing itself within itself
with this recognition viewed directly
back here within the mind-body cage
as both transcendent and immanent
we share this truth with those who pair
Categories:
ovoid, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Bliss pulsates in our head ovoid,
love’s pristine essence, unalloyed,
looping form over front and back,
extinguishing feeling of lack,
as soma nectar feeds our soul,
borne of divine grace we extol,
felt within as magnetic heat,
suffusing us from head to feet.
07-September-2022
Categories:
ovoid, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Lay
Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat
A collar for colour and leash for pastiche
With a tale in his tail as he jiggles and wiggles
The flag half white with delight and bright as the light
Green shadows for meadows and jolly as jelly
The grand creature roars extra on demand as a feature
‘I am the Lord in the fort and mojo of play dough
Patrician magician and seal your appeal
Applause from my paws will guard in the land of the bard’
Dino looks like a rhino or bear in despair
A clown with a crown or ovoid on steroids
Mussel with tussles or dragon that fell of the waggon
‘When I’m older and bolder my fire won’t tire
Blow fumes in my plumes and breathe off at ease
Enlarge small into tall protect Daddy from baddies’
‘The rhyme is past bedtime one last lullaby sweetie pie
Happy dreams no monster screams rest snug little slug’
‘Love you Daddy Paddy let’s have dinosaur scales for breakfast in Wales’
16th June 2019
(The Welsh Flag is a red dragon on a half green and half white background)
Categories:
ovoid, child,
Form:
Rhyme
Staff of power, navel to throat
Head ovoid a trident
Heart toroidal is God’s love boat
Wherein swirls bliss current
We keep not any score
Each in-form pore, a door
Wherein grace does in-pour
Throbbing tower
Staff of power
31-January-2022
Quietus
Categories:
ovoid, power, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme