Best Perceivable Poems
When the words were intense
and the soul no longer
conceded to comfort
Thoughts got blind
and the heart beats in tension
Silence
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Absent are ardent
words
an inability to fill gaps
meanings suspended
seasons slowly stretching
Silence
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A thin veil
hiding behind
a thick weight
suppressing many a
sound
Silence
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Deeply delving into a void
seeking the significance
of a still word
trying to explain an unexplained
world
Silence
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Observing, absorbing
the aura of silence
touching its vibrant
presence
perceivable, palpable
Silence
*****
Pausing in peace
treasuring tranquillity
allowing the soul
to such a state admire
sinking in a serene space
Silence
Evanescent parlays
of paradoxical exposure
expecting perceivable combustion,
hindsight still plays unavoidable heady games
aftermath perception lives up to mean arithmetic
Specificity of angular slants contrasting circles'
spatial commitment to conformity's configurations - -
square pegs will never fit societal a$$holes
In this poetic rhyme scheme I will weave this world’s unreal
As we are faced with malevolent acts towards each other that only God can heal
Are we in a world that exists as a tangible reality?
That is why we have to learn about each other’s cultures and diversity
As we stand at the threshold to the doorway of tomorrow
The future has embraced us but are we willing to follow?
The world is definitely broken but love has mended it stronger
Our adversity with hope will strengthen our love longer
We need to change, unite, and hold on to love and strengthen our weakness
Which are hate, racism, enmity, and our unsympathetic emptiness?
It’s a crying shame but to validate our existence everything is virtual or digital
There is no more human contact, its’ a perceivable reality
I think it is the infinity of love which has bonded our souls
We are blessed that only Father God has that control
Love, faith and hope are essential components of life; which are gifts
So we need to put aside our differences and take hold of each other to uplift
This question always inhibits my thoughts, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
As we pray for hope and liberation; the explanation of this phrase is much deeper!
Genesis 4:9 Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?”
John 15:9-17 As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete....
Away...
Spot her from far.
Have a tingle mingle all over your skin.
Award your forehead a scratch
As you do the arduous estimations
Of the remaining catwalk steps
Before her beauty kisses your eyes.
Let sanity flee from your mind.
(That's OK.Never mind.
Angels are never meant
For sane minds)
Coming your way...
Prepare to talk to her
Practise how to greet her
Whisper to yourself a greeting
Whose sweetness tricks
Your zygomaticus muscle
Into a seductive smile.
Then bite your lower lip alluringly
As the best Romeo and Juliet scene
Overwhelms the whole of you.
Enjoy the roller-coaster feeling
Of a heart that forgets its own rhythm.
A few minutes away...
To get on top of your muddled up feelings
And wake up the confidence demon
Wave your head in a 'NO' manner.
Grab a gorgeous gazale gaze of her.
Don't allow the jealous of a blink
To spoil this monumental moment.
Sink your nervousness deep
Inside the well of sighs.
Cast a blind eye on the people's eyes
Or acknowledge them as your cheerleaders.
It's about time...
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Elevate your hands like a clergyman in prayer
Just to inspect the odour of your exhaled air
That will transport your practiced greeting.
Regulate your lungs to spray your Rose
With nothing but the fragrance of roses.
It's time now...
Exactly when she gets near
Cockily say, 'Good morning, Madam.'
Immediately after the words slip
Away from the tip of your lip,
Remember that, 'Afternoon'
Is almost embarking on her sleep
And that the Madam title is ...
Cover your mouth instantly
As if trying to capture back the awakward greeting
Fancy the way she disguises
Her guffaws as a smile-
Revealing her pretty dimples
Concealed in the soft flesh of her cheeks
Almost...
Observe her as she catwalks it away
Leaving you dumbstricken all the way
Listen until her footsteps die away
Start scratching your backhead right away
Wondering which spell she used
To transmute your 'Hey Pretty Lady'
Into a 'Good morning, Madam'
During such perceivable old noon hours!
Blame yourself the whole day.
Tighten your fist like Muhammad Ali
Preparing to release his Sunday punch.
Then with a suppressed sigh sadly say:
TOMORROW will be a better day!
Tomorrow...
I work for things deemed sensible
and avoid the junk dispensable
while seeking what's appreciable
to learn just what's achievable
while backwards reprehensible
where everything's disposable
and all that's left that's savable
is garbage that's recyclable
So say a prayer that's plausible
and hold mankind accountable
to keep your faith believable
that there's a God perceivable
How could education about Earth sciences and arts,
much less humanities
of both Yang truth
and Yin beauty,
not also remain consistent
with what is cooperative health v. competitive pathological,
root systemic?
That would be teaching Yang strength of function
without mentoring Yin-flow of temporal forms.
And,
that would be like trying to imagine 4D spiraling space
without perceivable bilateral time for revolving change
stretching Yang forward strong, convexly
and Yin sacred flowing Elder back, concavely
through dualdark co-gravitating InForMating Time
double-bound exegetical through eternal CoPresent Interdependent Space
evolving revolving times.
Like no Left and Right space
without proportionally symmetrical revolving spiral time
unfolding Yang forms
and enfolding YinYin bilateral fold functions
(0)-Core ecopolitical balance,
both secularLeft and sacredRight
collateral values
of quantitative Yang strength
with qualitative YinYin Ego/EcoCational BiLateral Flow,
WinWin Root Systemic
polypathic ego/eco-intelligence.
And certainly we could not tolerate
such cognitive-affective chronic stress
any longer than creolizing revolutionary necessary
to achieve and delineate WinWin
economic and political
and psychological
and ecological, etc.
mythic math and wisdom science reweaving nature-nurture outcomes.
If a half-baked idea hits you
And knocks you as hard as
A lightning bolt,
That it feels like a megavolt,
Sit and for a while ponder,
And in amazement and awe,
You’ll discover intense wonder.
May angels surround and protect
You from harm
May they
Roam in your life and
Fly in your every dream,
He has sent them, for you
And rank high in His esteem.
A celestial hug they might
Give you to dry up any tears,
And chase away nightmares,
Or any other earthly fears.
The love with which they encompass
Is a feeling that could
Last for years,
So spread this feeling of tender love,
That you have received,
Which cannot measure
Up to any treasure,
And will give perceivable pleasure,
No doubt you were chosen
Isn’t that just wonderful,
Wake up don’t act as if frozen,
You are a master-piece He has woven,
With great joy,
He is so busy, He sends angels as envoys,
They arrive on earth in convoys,
They are commissioned to deliver
All of the above,
Overwhelming, maybe,
Have you not felt their presence before,
In your every pore?
As I tried to pull her along with me and our eyes started adjusting to the darkness,
we realized that she was not suffering from some sort of paralysis. Instead, a pair
of large harry hands protruded through the sidewalk and were each wrapped
around one of her ankles.
I am not sure why, but I unzipped my pants and started to urinate on the hands.
“What are you doing”, cried my girlfriend, full of fear.
“Our urine is like acid on their skins”, I answered, not really sure how I knew this.
She stared at me with a quizzical look on her face as if she, too, was afraid to ask
how I knew that – fearful of what my answer might be.
As the skin burned off the large hands, my girlfriend was able to step free and we
started running down the darkened city street.
Off in the distance was a barely perceivable blinking red light marking the
destination I was heading for. Even though it felt like we were running in place and
in slow motion, the red light grew larger and larger with each lethargic step.
Finally, we reached our destination. It looked like a domed baseball stadium
hovering five feet off the ground. I approached a door-like structure and
yelled, “Permission to enter the ship” – only the sounds that came out of my mouth
were strange bleeps and blips.
“No humans allowed”, boomed from the spaceship in the same bleeping language
that I had just used.
“It’s okay – she’s with me”, I responded. My girlfriend took a step back, stared at
me with terror in her eyes – eyes that then rolled back as she started to fall in a
faint.
Just in time, I stepped toward her and grabbed her before she crashed onto the
ground. Her weight and momentum took me down with her in a soft landing with
me cushioning her fall.
It was then that I awoke to find my girlfriend on top of me having somehow aroused
me enough to be pleasuring her in my sleep.
"Oh, you feel so good", she moaned ...only, it came out in bleeps and blips.
A day started out, it really looked bright
no one could recognize just what was in site
how was I to know, the heavens were about to flow
soon I would be escorted, to that place we all must go
When those angels came for me, I was ill prepared
didn’t pack any clothes, wouldn’t need anything to wear
yet I knew that it had to be good, whatever would be
because G-d is calling the shots, to this we all do see
Lost opportunities to reflect on life, and all that my body once did yearn
how it has now been reduced, to little more than food for the worm
stoic indeed was I now, since during my life I maintained my belief
preparing my soul for this journey, so that I could now expect relief
I knew, therefore, when I was young awaiting me was this court case
even though it was much in the future, eventually, it I would have to face
so I made sure to invest the time, helping both friends and strangers in need
for I knew the secret, heaven would certainly treat me likewise, indeed
Measure for measure does our Creator deal with us, for this is part of his design
not always perceivable to man, because it emanates from the realm of the divine
ultimately making known his true righteousness in judgement, for all to see
A day of judgement truly awaits, and our very souls will be forced to agree
Only in this world are we constantly challenged, many tests emanate from within
because there has been put inside of us, an evil inclination trying to get us to sin
having made known to us, there is a medicine for our benefit he has deployed
patiently hoping for us to choose wisely, our constant sinning for us to avoid
This medicine is a secret, and is made known to only a select few
and is given over to those, choosing to staying far away from the untrue
I have recognized this fact, a fact that is difficult but does hold true
when you starve your body from sin, merit for your soul do you accrue
After leaving this world, we hope to paradise we all shall surely go
not wanting to contemplate, the existence of that other place down below
the message is a simple one, tailored for all those earnestly wishing to know
do many acts of kindness in this world, and in the next your soul will surely glow
Is it to be something if nothing it is can be
The wheeling whirring cogs
In the cluttering clatter of atoms and stars
Whirring their physics into oblivion
Nothing more than the sum of all thier predictable parts
With their explosive destinations of entropy
A cascade failure of universal proportions
And cold chemical reactions
The final mathematical solutions inevitability
In the scientific frame work of gypsy fortune telling
That dark arrogant stranger of theoretical abstractions
Propounds its dilettante persuasion
It really is the end of everything
Blank implacable jigsaw puzzle of creation
No fractal derivatives intention
Accidental constructions of a leaf
And merely fortuitious energetic geometry
Have no basis in perceivable materiality
Nothing else is conscious
Only our minds and thoughts perceive
And we cannot give into the weirdness
Of any spirituality
Let the mystics and the prophets adhere
To those hokum pocus philosophies
A flower is a flower
A Bee is just a Bee
A clouds is simply a collection of droplets
Water just one single molecule of the sea
A mountain is nothing but rock
And sand is just a beach
Wind is nothing more than the movement of air
And light a photon a particle wave
All so elementary
Nothing so simple to explain
Despite all their complexity
And still in all the scientific clap trap
None can clearly explain
How such infinitesimal organization
Works so well with harmony
As if balance were its founding key
How do these miraculous events
Come to be
Try as they might
With laudable agreement
And back-scratching prize winning theory
To contain in particle physics
And inadequate thermonuclear dynamics
How they themselves and we
Came to consciously be
Walking through a miracle
On the sacred ground of reality
Everything so much more than just the sum
of all its parts
Sub quarks became emergent in the wondering deep
The great nothing was gracious enough to form in the beginning
Space time filled up with blinking sub atomic lights
Flowing in and out of reality with eyes on the eternal flux
Cosmic voids can lose our trust in such realities
But how can something come from nothing?
How does nothingness produce something?
Something had to be there before a bang
A Big Bang needs something there to bang against
Precursor particles arrived with atomic values
Perceivable only when observable in eternal night
Formed from the nothing into something
Designated objects evolved electric
Gravity measured every weight
Of that which makes up the void
Of forces to be avoided after dark
Once upon a time, well within the cosmic reaches
Deeply embedded, near by existed, Multiverse Nine
Escaping with some light and dust as it evaporated
Imploded, exploded, concluded everywhere
Some elements shifted into our here from there
Red embers faded as their worlds and suns died out
Our neighbors are less remembered now
Gathered up and swallowed up by space and time
We never really knew them but we wish them well
Almighty God, bless all the humanoids lost in space
In body, in mind, in time, from Multiverse Nine
Thank you for your decree that we believe
In the visible and invisible in all realities
Take our neighbor’s souls to a better place
One that comes with running water and a human race
A place where planets live in peace in space and time
And warranties don’t run out when the universe expires
Termination on the ephemeral tide is common
For those who had eyes to see
They never saw it coming
An entire universe departed into the depths of space
Into the vacuous void as a mistake
Thank you for giving us strange particles
Exotic and confusing as they might be
We don’t know what to do with them
Good-Bye Multiverse Nine
Thanks for stopping by
Following whispered words of truth,
you blindly stumble through life's maze
shedding the innocence of youth,
as passion's flame flares to a blaze.
Pulled in different directions
you find it difficult to cope
and start severing connections,
sliding down a slippery slope.
Love has no perceivable norms,
inspiring timid souls to dream,
evoking emotional storms,
trickling tears turn into a stream.
Your heart is no stranger to pain,
it's part of love's tribulation,
and yet, you'd do it all again
without any trepidation.
Dad said Willy Munn had jumped the gun
and he raised his fists to everyone
then he shot off his mouth...
so I went to his house
no perceivable damage was done!
But he saw my nose pressed to the pane
so I ran away back down the lane
but he came to our door
and he yelled and he roared
and my parents swore I could explain!
So I faced him while filled with pure dread
and I told him all my dad had said
and nobody looked pleased
not a soul was appeased...
Were they sad that no hole aired Will's head?
And as second thoughts came I declared
how I thought Willy Munn had been spared
'cause his face was a mess
even when at it's best
from the punches when tempers were flared.
When I looked at the three I just knew
that my days spent in listening were through
and I thought I should shoot
that small place where my boot
was now lodged there with yesterday's shoe.
I remembered a little to late
'bout the last time that dad set me straight
"an idiom's not real
the true idea's concealed
I don't always mean all that I state!"
S.O.S
Mayday my heart was just shot
down crashing un perceivable into
the ground concealed without sound
my call for help keeping my pain
stealth relinquished in my chest
S.O.S the international distress
signal for help someone hear my
plea mayday someone please come
rescue me my hearts abandoned so
imperishably switching channels so
despitely the memories and pain is
more than my mind can handle pierces
my hearts crust deep into the mantle
straight through the inner core my
hearts falling impalpable deep into
the ocean floor as my boundless cries
of pain engulfs my plane replacing
my confessions of everything if pain
is love than this must a blessing
Drops of dew that melt into the sea
are hard to see.
They float, they sink or evaporate,
they die.
Where is the tree that promised
these dewdrops a life?
He sank into the earth.
Disappearences, laughter, confusion,
creeping like a spider with ten thousand legs,
each leg penetrating your skin
with its pin-drop sadness.
Your soul is vapor.
It absorbs into your bloodstream
and is no longer perceivable.
Fragments of unwanted interruption,
they stir your deepest emotion,
making them undesirable.
Where is the ground?
It is in the air you breathe.