Best Physic Poems
Falling into the vortex,
there is no escape
You're sucked in,
getting sub-atomically stripped
is your inevitable fate
No more straight line of linear time
No more clearly defined dimensions of reality,
it all bends and shifts
Space-time gets blended
and folded,
unanchored and set adrift
The future compresses inside the past
You see everything in an instant
before disintegration occurs
You fell into a singularity,
where a new set of physic laws dissolve
you into pure cosmic energy
This is the place where paradoxes
become a byword
Singularity
This is the place where dead stars
have collapsed into their rebirth
Singularity
This is the place where death occurs instantly
Singularity
This is the place where death takes an eternity
Singularity
Falling into the maelstrom,
there is no escape
You're forcibly pulled in,
and molecular disintegration
is your ultimate fate
In here, dimensions bend
and reality shifts
Space-time becomes unanchored
and set adrift
The past compresses inside the future
You see everything in an instant
before reconstitution occurs
You fell into a singularity,
where a strange, new reality dissolves
you into pure cosmic energy
This is the place where paradoxes
become a byword
Singularity
This is the place where dead stars
collapse into their rebirth
Singularity
This is the place where death takes an eternity
Singularity
This is the place where death occurs instantly
Singularity
The creation of time and space
is your wondrous last sight seen
Now as a newborn infinity child,
singularity is your first infant dream
You best check your arrogance
there is a difference between narcissism and confidence
If you don’t know the distinction my dear, it’s not your competence
It’s this damn social media filled nation-
Shoving it into your face, to the point of suffocation
Find validation and victory in your accomplishments
True beauty is found in things like your heart or intelligence.
Because defining who you are in your appearance alone in itself
Will only leave you thirsting for more - and destroy your mental health.
Drinking from the social media cup is like drinking water from the sea
No matter how many “likes” you get; you will always be left thirsty.
When kindness, knowledge and your sanity-
Are more important than your vanity
That’s being true to and loving yourself
Can’t nobody put that love on a shelf
It’s okay to spend time on your make-up and hair
But if you don’t have the time- don’t worry, don’t care
So go ahead, let your style be on fleek –
and if you enjoy it, work on your physic.
To all the girls and women everywhere
We are stronger together so don’t compare.
Because another’s beauty is not the absence of your own
You are worth so much more than a perfect picture on your phone.
Love yourself more than your selfie -Know your worth and times it by three
That’s the amount of respect you should come to expect from anybody.
And yes dear, yourself included.
Please don’t let your self-image become convoluted.
Be strong, brave, clever and kind.
Because the things that matter come from your heart and mind.
Form:
When you send me sweet kisses and hugs
and I answered you from great distance
whishing you and me the good luck and happiness now and into future,
I felt as love makes from our entangled hearts some union and special environment,
and suddenly I found out a very simple explanation for one of the greatest mystery of Quantum Physic –
the effect of Quantum entanglement –
when two particles united and acted and run deeply synchronically and deeply harmoniously
even if they separated from each other on great distances.
Why is that happened, my love?
Because all our Universe consisted from myriads particles
which loved to each other and can not existed without such love.
And they deeply honest and believed to each other and never cheated each other.
They clearly understood that without such great senses and devotions our Universe cannot existed at all.
Think about this phenomena, darling!
Our Universe designed and consisted from myriads of particles and pairs of great love!!!!
So I very deeply respected now this small particles which so loved each other and show to all of us
how needs to love and keep this precious senses
for the sake of our entire Universe and its great harmony.
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
Damsels birthed beneath the oracles marking of the third
Eyes ethereal dimension, profits magi of the elemental,
Earth, wind, fire, water and air, these the guardians
Of the hidden magic within all living matter, both for
The seen and unseen raw forces of ultimate power!
Amongst this the season of the earthen dead,
These eyes of clarity’s shine, to the sheen of brilliance,
Dipping within the pools of illumination, the stirring
Caldron pot of fortune is uplifted, upwards towards the skies
Of the foretelling, behold the wicked crafts of the
Alchemists charmed.
At the flicker light of the green candle bents in the winds of destiny,
The dousing rod of fate is shone, as the crystal ball flame burns
Brightly against the night, held tightly is the covenant
Hands embraced within this mystical sisterhood and
Brotherhood, the shadows of darkness past ideally
By, for the earth balance must be kept on both
Ends level, the light and the darkness of spiritualism!
As the solid megaliths of Stone Hedge stand tall against
The setting suns horizon, echoes float from the farthest
Edges of the planet, a mystical rhythm of ancient times
Sounds thumping, with the natural essence of life itself,
As the earth witches of the world unite in this winter
Solstice of the season of the dead!
Within the circling orbs of reality, a twilight duality
Exists within the realm of the ethereal on a higher
Plain of knowledges recognition, and the reader
In the light of spiritualism, shines in the afterglow
Of the beyond his or hers physical awareness, a fifth
Sighted seeker, the gifted physic, or magi of the
Humanistic soul!
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MY MYSTIC ROSE
HAPPY HALLOWEEN SISTER OF THE HEART
Tall, dark and handsome
With a muscular physic
He's everything a woman could ask for
He even has an impressive technique
Smooth as an aged
Bottle of fine wine
And filled with words
That’ll make a woman
Loose her mind
How can there be such a man
That’s just that sweet
And still be called a heterosexual
Never in my wildest dreams
Have I met a man
That’s plushed, polished and oh so sleek
Like a well written book
That I could critique
I’d give him nothing but rave reviews
And awards up the creek
WATER IS LIFE
People ignore me because of my simple nature
If you ask me, I would not hesitate to say;
When the creator takes, I take, however, every other thing comes after me.
As a liquid, so colorless I am, I don’t deny the fact anyway
But, tell you solemnly I am valuable more than any conceivable liquid that men embrace.
Plant feel prideful enough, men thought they are the greatest
Birds of the air with their glittering nature, this is because;
I get enormous kiss from them every time!
When I become angry for anything,
I will put shame, disgrace to it
It cease from its normal functioning.
If men boast that they can do without me, notwithstanding the status
Can they withstand my wrath when I cease for three weeks?
Oh no! Even if they can, they will stink, struck them with disease-
Disfigure their physic and they will kiss the mother Earth!
Why should the birds be arrogant?
Is it for; their unique feathers, attractive beaks, and their consequential legs?
Do they not feed in fruits of trees?
Which I nurture tenaciously from incarnation
If I should give them my back side, they will simply add nothing but
Manure to the mother Earth.
What of the beautiful flamboyant flowers
That produces sweet nectar for insect to live?
What of The plant of the earth that every animal derives its life?
Am I not the one that makes them paramount?
If they decide not to be in speaking terms with me
Oh no! I will make them as thin as an AIDS patient
I will disfigure their out look to resemble such suffering from-
Sickle-cell anemia or perhaps, kwashiorkor
But, am so glad that, inter-alia, they concede that
I should as well be attributed as life!
With trepidation, a card from the Seer's deck, she drew
In hopes she get some insight on what she should do
Decipher why she attracts men that are afraid to commit
Continue to work two jobs, if not, then which to omit?
She flipped over a card and was overjoyed to see 'The Sun'
Predicting good health, happiness, love, vitality...all rolled into one
She cleared her mind and prepared to have her fortune read
Promising herself to take in stride everything the physic said.
Things are going good for you, your finances are in good shape.
Make that appointment with your financial advisor to avoid red tape
All the hard work you put into your job is noticed by many
Your a natural in your field and your rewards will be plenty.
People are drawn to you because you always see the bright side
Radiate who you are and what you stand for, don't hold it inside
In your life, you'll be able see the truth with a capital 'T'
You have the knowledge and life tools to be who you need to be
In love, relationships will reach new levels of connection, harmony and bliss
Don't put all your eggs in one basket,... girl please always remember this
Get out and enjoy your life, be your true self and let your intuition be your guide
Everything happens for a reason, fretting about will only eat you up inside
Your health and feelings of well-being are at a high point
Your attitude will be more positive, you'll feel less out of joint
The universe is conspiring in your favour, all insecurities will be bid adieu
Good choices are adding up to create a great life, welcome to a new you!
Sponsor ~ Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name ~ Tarot Poem
Tarot card ~ 'The Sun'
If I touched the lid on the candy dish in the living room My Grandmother could hear the clink of glass on glass in the kitchen " Michael !" she would exclaim softly There was a rummer in the family that she was physic That she had seen two of her children after they had died Before anyone had told her they where gone I don't know about that but I can tell you No one touched the lid on the candy dish without my grandmother knowing
living with a ghost is easy
sometimes scary
a bit hard on the nerves
at times but lovely too
I have been doing it for years now years I tell you
ever since grandma went or should I say didn't
you see I inherited all her things sadly some got sold
but I kept many including
her old favorite chair
an antique china cabinet
with her tea cups and collectibles
oh how she loved her collectibles now be gentle dear
I recall her saying to the little girl that was me
all
those
years
ago
after grandma's funeral ( I read the eulogy too)
I felt a presence in my nest my home I really did
but brushed it off . . .
then one day a friend who thought herself a physic
visited
she stood in the center of my living room eyes closed
for the longest time.... I wanted to say are you okay?
turned to me suddenly and said you have a ghost
I gulped I DO! . . . NO, she said you have TWO
she walked right over to the grandma's chair
she is right here watching you and she has a cat
A CAT? ... I said yes, a calico cat
I did not know what to say
you see... my cat patches who recently died was calico
well, I was not that shocked as me and grandma
had a special bond always
now often I will hear the china cabinet open (at night)
and in the morning the tea cups and collectibles have moved
sometimes the chair will creak and was that a ghostly meow
but I love my ghosts both of them I really do
and would have it no other way . . .
sometimes, I bring the chair a cup of tea
I even talk to it (never sit in it)
I know that sounds silly
but I swear, she is listening
NOT THE CHAIR grandma-
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June 5, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Living With A Ghost
Copyright Protected, ID 16-797-557-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any HM Ever
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
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For the contest,
I Ain't Afraid Of No Ghost
Honorable Mention
Many sayings have been told about love,
Many romance books written,
Plenty of love novels published,
Organizations of love established…
And counselors and authors…
And theories and hypotheses…
But do they know love?
Do they feel our hearts when they are crumbled?
Do they see the beauty and ugliness inside our souls?
Do they really know when the heart is rebuilding from its past?
None sees,
None knows.
My Love,
My Love,
Love is not about they,
Love is not about them,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about beauty,
Love is not about physic,
Love is not about fashion,
But love is about our hearts encrypted in the other however ugly we are,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about money,
Love is not about wealth,
Love is not about luxury,
But love is about our souls mixed together as one even when nothing is there to fill us,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about seasons,
Love is not about how many days,
Love is not about how many years,
But love is about how much time can we endure us,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about the past,
Love is not about experience,
Love is not about the sins of our past,
But love is about how can we live in the present far from the past,
Without it hurting our future,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is kind,
Love suffereth long,
Love does not behave itself unseemly,
Love is not puffed up,
Love thinketh not evil,
Love seeketh not itself,
Love,
Love.
My Love,
Your Love,
Us.
MY SCIENCE TEXT BOOK
The best of boring, the gate way of wisdom.
The high way of everything, the book of all,
The records of every law,
As the book so interesting,
Some people made him as a best friend.
Some people made him as a head eater.
Some people made him as a T.V.
As every choice so different,
The book so fat,
The knowledge so big,
How do I wish to love him,
I wonder why, and their brotherhood so different.
As Biology, Chemistry and Physic,
All equal but bore enough.
The curse in you uncountable,
The love in you is unmeasureable.
Uuuufffff………. My Science text book,
Why don’t you speak up?
And explain me your history.
When my teacher explain,
I got hypnotize and sleep away,
The note of yours, so long,
If you were speak up,
I would have been the genius.
If am not wrong,
You are one of a kind,
And you are deserve to be the lamb of me.
Dear, can u recall the time?
That I ever told you, ‘thanks’,
Absolutely no right,
Cause my Science text book is my best polo.
Among our friendship, no thanks, no fight,
Only against the truth,
And survey of our mistake.
Written By =Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date=4/4/14
Over the years I have found many faiths-
Why settle for one when there are others?
I am Catholic and do read the Bible,
I want to believe there is a heaven,
and an Almighty Lord dwells above,
so I follow that faith each and every day.
But faith is very hard to define really,
I do like Buddism too, oh yes
the teachings of nature, life, death, enlightenment,
And Taoism, learning to live my life in harmony.
Even gypsy wisdom, don't reject
Romany fortunes, powerful physic power.
I put my faith in all of these beliefs,
and in one corner of my room,
I have placed a Cross and Bible and prayer beads,
and in another is a Budda altar, candlelit always.
Lao Tzu teachings help me find my path
this mind is wide open to many beliefs.
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November 27, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Faith
Copyright Protected, ID 16-853-367-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The Game Changer-
Battlefield Pi
A call to arcs!!!
Breathes originating desiring chi to be thee
1st Brigade
There be Oarks against Knights
With fairies and Elves
Choosing sides amongst themselves
Upon which side of the line
They chose pouring magic wine
Pawns on a chase board be
If you think overlord thee
Mentalist envisioning new dimensions
In Spec. Ops.
Warlocks and Witches
Creating webs and swing stitches
Then there are those calling on
Faith in wishes
Which goes along with those
Why sick who disses
Psychotic, Physic, Prophets
Mystical, Medium, Mediums
Readers, writers, Rituals
Shaping, Sacred, Stones
Supreme pair are right inside Triangle
Is Center for Command and Control
Archangels and demons even be when
We dreaming
Monsters and Gods, who knew the odds
Ghost, and Ghouls if you don’t have the tools
Super Heroes and Super Villains
All living among the civilians
The metamorphs and trans-humans
Deciding upon which unit
One’s will, will you unite
Battles constantly is waged throughout the light of day
While the light in the dark shines the night away
This be ye mission
Whatever ye been wishing
Ye created in your own words
Which be ye’s decisions
Residing ye in that dimension
Form:
Mike Tyson
Had physic like a bison.
His opponents had one extra fear
That they could lose an ear.
See up there the crest of heaven
Cast aside the earthly realms
Touch black, scorched and engraven
Earth again, rocket down, ready helms.
Did you seize divinity past sky's limit?
Erasing gravity with your metal falcon
Limitless physic forces as you rim it
This invisible barrier a vacant balcony
Unhappy with these bonds upon us
Seeking outward bounds of new worlds
Scorching reality with rocket fuels fuss
Welcome back to Terra-Firma boys
Is it still you?
Houston... we have a problem.