Best Portals Poems
Your eyes arrive on me
like the whips of passion's urgency
wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises,
I feel the tight temperature of they're heated hue, my lust crises rises,
brown autumn burning into ravenous red, seduction's takeover fast overhead,
you've got an angel in one eye, a devil in the other, teammates, temptation led
trouble in your stare and glory in your glare, there's a gamble on your lips
I get an adrenaline hit, I see the misfit, magic in those lids
beauty and banditry bound to fantasy,
hips and slits favoring me,
brash brows and lapping lashes
portals pivoting on our cunning chances,
flawless in flirt, a merciless miracle of attraction,
there's somethin lawless in you woman
got me comin for your lovin -
J.A.B.
To me … they are memories;
Portals to my youth.
Each one has a story that connects me to a truth.
Inanimate objects that come to life inside my mind.
Still life, gathering dust that helps, my little boy, to find.
To me … they are building blocks;
Ingredients that have contributed in making me;
Set aside long ago, but never forgotten totally.
Perhaps, rusty on the outside;
Scarred in a place or two;
Broken and missing a few of their parts,
but, hey, I’m that way, too.
To me … they are one of a kind;
they are wholesome and so unique.
But, to the people looking at the price tags,
they are simply considered an antique.
Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the sacred temple
There to greet in meiosis and in secret reverence gestate
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Do heathen women toiling in the dark draw the blinds on hell
And Gorgon heads of demons deep in them shudder vibrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
Yet deafening tunnel shrieks of the human species’ s carousel
Re-winds obsessive tinnitus ear-pounding thuds to celebrate
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Who keeps the sanctum sanctorum well-cleansed spiritual
But the defiant procreator linga tireless distending inebriate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
He who bestial disembowels the temple in a frenzied spell
His own mother disowns and hysteric squats on life’s dictates
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
© T. Wignesan – Pars, 2014
Continued from (These's Are The Portals To Evil -- Part 1 of 2) .........
We want to control everything, but we can’t control ourselves. We want to have it all, but we refuse to share. All problems have an answer that doesn’t involve violence and has a solution that is best for all involved, but it can only be seen through the eyes of truly Godly People, which every Man, Woman and Child should be.)
3. Sign Language
If no Man, Woman or Child made an obscene jester or smirk, no-one would feel intimidated, put down or beneath by another.
(As simple as a wave of a particular finger, the roll of your eyes, and the raise of one of your lips, intimidates and hits as hard as a punch in the face, but a truly Godly person see these actions as silly…as a view into that person’s lost soul and as a warning sign to an unwanted situation about to unfold.)
Controlling these portals doesn’t mean that bad things won’t happen, but it will mean that it didn’t happen because of a Man, Woman or Child, and that’s not Evil; that’s Life, something we all will come together to confront and resolve because of care for one another.
Mankind’s true Greatness is at the mercy of our uncontrolled selves.
Don’t be a portal to Evil. Do your part to live true Life, the way our Great Creator intended.
Control yourself...control Evil’s portals.
Writen By: Anthony BamBam!! Thomas
These are thoughts for our wolrd to heal it from all the wrong we bring into it, we must look at ourself and see our faults and change our behavior tward one another to make this World a the wonderful place God made for us....
"Greater will be the place in heaven for the A__hole that can control His or Her tongue and actions while here on Earth."
Quote By Anthony BamBam!! Thomas
The shop has returned - we're back again!
For our family members and many a friend.
A new location and a whole new look.
Browse around a little - pick up a book.
We brought all the items from the other store.
And soon we'll have things you haven't seen before.
The atmosphere's serene, you'll feel right at home.
And from here you'll not want to roam!
If other stores your needs don't satisfy.
Step through our Portals - give us a try!
We're waiting patiently to give you a smile.
Come in and see us - visit awhile!
Footnote: We had a metaphysical shop named Portals In Time. When we lived in Nevada and Washington. But when we moved to Arizona Mom's health really went down hill so we never reopened and then when she died we have decided not to reopen. This poem was about our reopening in Washington.
Through portals in my mind, race my cherished thoughts,
memories that cross a bridge between two lonely hearts.
Illumined by a silvery moon or golden light of the sun,
we meet in private rendezvous where romance is spun.
It's a gateway to happiness as you walk through the mist
and I welcome you with open arms, longing to be kissed.
June 4, 2021
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Portals In Time is a name that is precious to me,
A Magickal space - a place to be free.
Portals is a Gateway - a window oh, so clear,
Holding treasures, secrets, and mysteries dear.
A place where all true seekers may find,
Solace, knowledge, and people so kind.
When it gets dark we shine a light upon your way,
So that on this path you're traveling you can forever stay.
Here there is clothing, jewelry, and herbs galore,
I could write pages and still there would be more.
There is harmony, happiness, warmth and peace.
Come through the Portal and find sweet release.
Throughout the ages we've been harassed for possessing the sight,
For healing the sick and doing what's right.
But if you feel you belong here and this place is too good to be true,
Put your faith and trust in the Goddess - She'll always help you through.
Footnote: This poem was written about this store when we had it in Las Vegas, NV - see the poem Portals - The Return - that one was when we reopened it in Spokane, WA.
We all stood there just looking at it. It was bright and filled with swirling lights. The kind of lights that almost put you in a trance and then you step in and you move beyond the speed of sound. It was like an intricate system of highways and byways and locomotive tracks that moved the children of God all across the universe to do their end time work. We ran from one corner of the universe to the next battling demons and the principalities of the air. None of them could touch us either because we came with the power of God.
I remember it was the best of times. It was me, my friend from Kenya, and my best friend here in the United States. We were chasing these demons who were throwing wild parties at the executioner's camps. They were celebrating that the children of God were being executed at the FEMA camps set up all across the planet and yet we were sent by the Creator Himself to shut down their after hours shenanigans.
As soon as we showed up on the scene we used our spiritual weapons to overcome the powers of darkness. We knew that our time was quite limited because we were needed somewhere else too. I think it was in China. So off the three of us went through the portal holes that God the Father designed for the entertainment of His end times army. We had so much fun back in the day! Rumor has it that we will doing it all over again one day very soon!
(This writing is based on a dream that was sent to me by Jehovah God).
PORTALS SUPER GIRL.
With portals my super power is on increase,
The bullies now easily I can tease,
All evil till the end I can freeze.
Help all the oppressed,have a good square,
Slow down the speedy world for care,
Low stressed,more relaxed all be there.
Available I'm always for woman upliftment,
With Kalpana Chawla in space I make amendment,
Meet Maya Angelou in her apartment.
Newton,please,please, invent a law of joy,
Hey Goblin,you've done enough crime,O boy,
Witches, your characteristics will make you shy.
Phew!! I fly,take children to Charlie"s chocolate factory for ride,
Assist all chores for people to get holy time with pride,
Short is life,goodwill after all will eternally glide.
P.S- Portals is a magic entrance from where you can go anywhere very fast.
The movie X MEN -Days of the future past, is about portals.
Kalpana Chawla-1st Indian woman to go on the moon.
Contest:My Super Power is....
Sponsor:Lewis Raynes.
17/06/2016
The way to a girls heart
seems to be sour candy?
She loves the way it puckers her lips.
She get's talkative, "as if", a Sleeping Beauty.
Awakened by gumdrop of her seize kiss.
She is a slave to the sassy
kicked up notch of flavor rainbow hyper-twitch.
You are a slave to having treats on hand
and obey her every bossy command.
Her eyes light up, ignited in an electric glee,
Unleashing her inner child with a key.
With every tangy explosion,
comes a remembered idea or notion.
It's as if the world around her fades,
and all that's left is the zesty escapade.
The way to her heart may be simple and sweet,
though the power to move her
cannot be beat.
For true happiness lies in the simplest of things,
Like rewards and laughter and all the joy
that they bring.
So don't underestimate the power of a treat,
it can awaken a heart and make it seat next to you,
in solidarity.
Although, when she crashes, she may get grumpy, then go to sleep.
But just look at that lil candy dream !
For in her mind, she'll roam free,
a girl again in a world of candy and sugary glee, safety and family things of memory.
In that moment, you'll see her soul,
Unencumbered by worry,
a rare sight to behold, let alone coury.
So when you give her a piece of candy,
you're not just giving her something bland, savvy?
You're giving her a moment to escape,
and yourself too,
vicariously.
To find joy and happiness,
and reshape that spirit,
as she salivates upon it,
intraveneously?
Like a Viking Maiden, or Dragon
protecting a treasure in a cave.
A cat guarding it's dish with claws entrenched,
growling, stay away.
"You shall not pass" and "Eye Of Sauron" mixed in a frightening way.
"Taste the rainbow of my fruity fu****wrath",
she might say.
Though skittles may be small and sourly-sweet,
an insignificality.
A token holds the power to make a heart
skip a portaled beat.
For in that moment, she feels alive and free,
all thanks to that simple little treat,
given lovingly, in a cheer to her memories.
Reminders, hopeful omens
and thoughtfulness's zing.
Doorways to the finer things.
Here's a fact
There's no display terminal so you can go from
One place to another with out being tracked.
They're very functional
Yet, spordical
Faster than a plane
Or train.
If you go through the magical
Portal
You'll have your own tale
To tell people over cocktails
Just don't get egotistical
Because there's always some one who will
Want to get physical.
Portals
Through the portals of time
Explorers researched untold signs
Traveling to the desolate regions
Finding only scores of unclean legions
Where is the fountain of youth?
Or the great mammoth saber tooth
Where is the kingdom with golden streets?
Or the place where living waters meets
Who can interpret the language of the birds?
Where is this kingdom that creates with words?
They have exhausted every path they’ve trod
Trying to never encounter the powerful rod
The kingdom they have searched for is but a breath
Tis a quite whisper that transcends even death
Hidden in the cleft of your soul you will find
Resides the Kingdom of God and fruit of his vine
Authors Comment
Every step you take illuminates the way
Toward the kingdom of Heavens Divine light
Others can see the beauty created in you
When we learn to walk as one of His Beautiful Days
Carole Cookie Arnold
Beyond the Evening Sky
David J Walker
Wide open
The pupils of the universe
Captures the imagination of the
Evening sky
Nothing between the bare brown dirt of the Earth
And the heavens above
the portal named Eternity
Encumbers gentle true spirits reaching for
Stored truths yet untold
One by one
The constellations come
Into view
A step beyond the
Evening Sky
Exposing the Bivouacked migration
Yesterday I died; today buried
Awoke in a dimly lit cave
Where am I? Is this Heaven or Hell?
Why am I here, out of my grave?
A voice from nowhere boomed out to me
Not Heaven nor Hell, but in between
Where you should go now, just isn’t clear
Pick the path to your eternal scene
Three large portals lie in front of me
Each a different eternity
A gateway to Heaven or to Hell
But what’s the third one; what can it be?
The booming voice rang out once again
The third portal removes all your life
History altered; you don’t exist
Never son, father or had a wife
My eternity is a gamble
Two of the three Portals, I dread
I slowly walked through the middle one
So frightened at what might be ahead
"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind." Kahlil
Grade one, six years old, born to immigrant parents
not a word of English did I speak, but I found compassion
in a kind loving teacher who smelled like talcum powder
and wore baby blue eyeshadow, the color of the sky.
She never married for the love of her life died at war
each time she spoke about him her eyes shone like stars *
I will never forget that first day at school
when I began to cry. Not understanding the language
I walked a dark corridor of oppression and gloom.
She walked over to my desk and leaned into my ear,
don't worry I speak Italian too in case you get stuck.
Its as if someone had just let me out of a dark suitcase.
I inhaled the scent of her talcum and the color of her blues.
Everything would be fine I knew as I walked through
the portals of my mind unafraid, I began to trust and learn.
Miss Cartolano was my first grade teacher.
She was the one who taught me how to never give up.