Best Realisations Poems
The wings beat against the cage
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim
The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames
where conscious thought and lucid emotions die
slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung
The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied
decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong
becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge
Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent
madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms
steamily blows a cloud of smoke
A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries
towards cold unadorned blue abandoned
holding the oceans spheres in restless silence
Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over
the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn
restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn
Under the echoes of a lion's roar
A thousand tears can never mourn
the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne
Inside this isolation un-embellished
Under an austere atmosphere
holds the wings of time imprisoned factors
Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's
conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier
where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair
Which darkens the very soul blindfolded
The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace
the internal struggles of temperament challenges
Memorable moments within the spirit quest
fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting
yearning which hurts without choice
The pinnacles of reconciliation
and the fragile stirring of wings
wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
The wings beat against the cage
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim
The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames
where conscious thought and lucid emotions die
slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung
The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied
decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong
becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge
Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent
madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms
steamily blows a cloud of smoke
A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries
towards cold unadorned blue abandoned
holding the oceans spheres in restless silence
Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over
the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn
restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn
Under the echoes of a lion's roar
A thousand tears can never mourn
the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne
Inside this isolation un-embellished
Under an austere atmosphere
holds the wings of time imprisoned factors
Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's
conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier
where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair
Which darkens the very soul blindfolded
The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace
the internal struggles of temperament challenges
Memorable moments within the spirit quest
fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting
yearning which hurts without choice
The pinnacles of reconciliation
and the fragile stirring of wings
wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
Celebrate versatility, of every ethnicity
Un-marginalise, break social exclusion, transcending illusions
A streaming subject that runs deep
Of chemical appliance, let go of the defiance
Un-tick the boxes, esteeming all, tear down the walls
A part of applauded appearances, let it go, let it be
Yield the root of the matter
Is it about good or bad? Or embracing what you have
With gratitude be glad
Set your own standards and expectations
The representational, be sensational
A headed glory, create your own story
To raise or lay down, finding YOU – be found
Twists, dreads, braids, outer beauty fades
Curly, wavy, straight, close the divide
No preference of side
No greater pick, fine, medium, thick
Long, medium or short, in spite of what is bought
Towards evolution, be your own solution
Of the inner voice, your personal choice
Hair is a journey, whether late or early
Whether young or old, inner value can’t be sold
In the midst of society, establish your priority
Of inner health, let that become your wealth
Accept yourself
Taken chances, of blessed finances
No worse or better, be your own trend setter
There’s every kind of beautiful, un-throne the judge
Unborn fears, traced back through the years
Your personal connotation, comprehend the relation
The way to be true, find your inner you
Of yours, of mine, hair does not define
Of no preference, a walk beyond difference
Inner realisations, natural formations
To tame for fame
Behold victory, realise your history
Un-ravelled vanity, embrace humanity
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love
The first rays hit me
Not of the sun but of hope
Hope begat of dreams,
Dreams begat of hope.
After the rain,the sun
Dawn signifies the end of darkness
Or so I heard.
If only wishes were horses
Oh,how I would ride
Ride into the eyes of hope
Hope trumped out of dreams.
But in all, nothingness lives
Futility in all and even in nothing.
Even babes are sure
Of the emptiness of life's fullness.
Futility of dreams.
So many live their dreams
Or so they say
So many hope of the dreams they wished they lived
Emptiness resides even in the realisation of hope
If only they knew...
Hope will I relinquish not
My dreams will I not forsake.
Call me the dreamer, Merci
Continually will I seek realisations mercy.
To the heavens I raise my plea
Casting all my worries to the deep blue sea.
Dreams bloosoms into hope
Hope at the mercy of time and chance.
Transformed into reality's open gate
Testily I plunge
Plunge into the wiles of realisation
Gradually seeped into accomplishments smugged aura
Snugly enclosed in it's warm embrace
Never to let go.
You say your theology is descriptive and cohesive,
But I just need to give you my concise take;
What theology reminds me of, alludes to and objectifies,
And what cases and arguments it does make.
Consecration is for your uncertain realisations,
That you made from your parents beliefs,
And baptism as an indictment to wash each day,
Is outdated because it has no causative reliefs.
The incarnation was not metaphysical and divine,
All things occur within the life-cycle of mankind;
Transformation comes though other people’ interactions,
That love you and fortify you to be kind.
We will destroy evil with love, care and concern,
‘Cos people emanate human kindness given some resolve,
And Jesus descent into hell just describes his pain and gloom,
And is a linguistic flurry to depict the social scene to absolve.
But the doctrine of predestination is a sin in itself,
Balloons the ego, sharpens the knife lain into the many;
To be a member of the elect only fattens the stomach,
‘Cos peace is in just being one person in commonality.
The power of the spirit only causes mental illness,
And healing is from others, doctors and nurses;
Submitting to men as Christian women is wrong,
And submission to god forces you to treason belong.
The resurrection is inside you, if you want it to be,
Understanding Jesus is completely within your discretion;
Conversion should not be listed as an experience as such,
As our roots are personal, ones which nobody should touch.
Deeper than what I thought could be yielded,
My heart was broken into realisations embedded,
Hello,if perhaps you're hearing me from afar,
I won't suggest a simple dialogue for what we aspire,
Days went by just when everything questioned us of what we admire,
But it was only fixed on a smile,
That's simple to catch out the vapour from our nostrils,
Yeah,you don't even know if I'm okay on those nails,
Inside of me is streaming fluids of love bred from ails,
You're nowhere to be found,
Learning now to meet happiness nowhere underground,
Your absence is tearing my stableness down,
Help me somebody I can't explain a bit of all these rout,
Depression is letting me bow on drought,
The partner from my rib is out there at the other side,
In whom then should I burst my pride?
Maybe it will be after my spirit meet hers at the bottom line,
Her intuitions switch all of me to be kind,
And you would zealously preach of what you'll see in her mind,
After million measure of speed based on what eagles reach to find,
Under the shadow of kisses written on our dead marriage rite.
I wish to see your face drawn in the sky.
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Rivers rinse rocky riches
Rockets race revolutionary reaches
Rudeness rusts royal rewards
Righteousness reflects real ranks
Radios recreate retro refreshments
Relaxations restart revolting ranges
Roadways route routine regulations
Rational rage renders realisations
Restaurants reap ripe reviews
Readers remember robust resources.
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Deep and unyielding, replenished root
Spiritual refreshment, aside the riverbank
Resolutions for the righteous
Drink of the living water
Flowing from the throne of God
A sanctified stream
Running through, running over
Bath in the overflow
Transplanted, transformed
Radiantly renewed
Ever-green, ever-new
A ray of light of readiness therein
Renewed realisations
Reassured restoration, revitalization
Gracious refinement
Rejoice in season fruits ever-bearing
Of blessings unending
Relished in your goodness
In a reservoir of peace
Resemblance of trees
Ever strengthened, ever-green
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Have you ever?...
Ever felt like this,
When strange things happen and you're going round the bend,
And it's 02.30 am and you're woken by imaginary friends,
I'll never forget what's his name... InkDot?
They aren't there but those people scare me to the spot,
My realisations gradually preside,
Fingers splayed wide, blood out as morning tide,
First they arrive in hospital when 3 weeks I laid,
I didn't understand but the visit was there,
Translucent connections made,
Visitors not unwelcome, but what the hell?!
Now I'm better and this isn't a place you can stay and dwell,
I feel like I've seen the unseen in me,
A small group crowded to contravene in me,
What I think is true and done and present,
They leave and I begin to torment,
Have I done this? Have I gone there? Did that really happen? No? Yeah?
And about them I so strongly care!
On my bed some time spent,
This is a non-event, this is nothing, a trick I underwent,
Feels like we've been everywhere and nowhere,
Disintegrating rose-tinted glasses I have been sent,
Still going to hold my cool,
And scan the room gently for these ghouls,
It's now 02.35 am and I think they might have passed,
It's 02.45 am and I hope this visit will be the last,
I think he’s possessed by the moon- all rock and darkness.
I can’t be certain, his eyes rarely show it, but in the right light-
that moment when the night has caught the fading sun,
when it's engulfed at sunset- I’m sure I can see him fully.
For that second, I see him, and I see nothing.
He’s all frosted to bone, there’s nothing behind those grey eyes.
As desolate as the moon’s surface, as void as its insides,
he is barely filled, there is nothing in there- a drained silhouette.
His face might shimmer like polished crystal but he is empty,
that iced expression just reflects; there’s madness in those
silver-white eyes; they have no substance, only shine.
And it’s in that moment that I realise that in his eyes,
I am nothing. I have no purpose to him, a flower growing
in the warmest summer that's stitched shut, unable to bloom.
The second passes and I think I'm able to bury that feeling,
but it forms again, and rises every-so-often, leeching
my mind dry, his translucence haunting me with every look.
I think I’m certain he’s owned by the moon; it’s clear,
just like the vacuum behind his eyes that continues to grow.
I’m not afraid of these emerging realisations, it’s only the edges,
the dark parts that crawl beneath the surface, refusing to be seen,
that trouble me. It’s the unborn thoughts, the premature
reflections, the developing machinations that terrify me.
I’m sure he’s empty, but sometimes I think there’s something in there,
lurking beneath the surface, waiting in its lair. What does he think,
when he doesn’t think at all? What breeds in the darkness, in that
hollow cave, that light refuses to exist in? It’s these questions that
disturb me at night, and I wonder whether I can live with the shadow-man.
REALISATIONS
matters
of the
heart
an
evolving
inspiration
togetherness
a
precious
sound
still
playing
a
well
of
awakening
in
a night
of
serendipity
hitherto
unknown
a
commonplace
of
reflective
introspection
initial
openness
in
noticeable
intent
envisioned
observed
&
displayed
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
I'm part of your world of Strangers,
Intensively,our focus are metered,
Over the hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery,
The discovery is about our self realisations,
"Who are you?"
I won't answer you rightly when I'm demanded of my being,
Maybe because we're humans,time can design a new key,
Come closer to me,
Want to feel your nice shown grin,
Fetch a cup of water from your fresh and standardised reen,
They feel shy to ask from the Queen,
On certain areas,...we'll soon know ourselves,
Black nation for white races...,the music brought help,
Look at me from your bossy counter,
Gracefully,I'm giving you a dose of laughter,
"Sorry...sorry,didn't know you're such hilarious",
She said to that champion,
Sensations gave birth to friedship upon soft iron,
We've got to commune as posterior,
She now know my name,
I have now identified her outside rame,
I'm no more a stranger in her lane.
Since conviction had come to solidify your sight in the midnight rain.
A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong,
All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war,
His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law,
Blowing wind took away his hope,
That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be,
Tried to work his best out,discouragement stole his confidence to cope,
Hearing the echoe of his own strong voice in a room,he admitted the fact to be alone,
If you choose not to believe,go to his home,
It's down the road,
Storming out of realisations,time was offering him chips and honey,
But he felt caught into a living hell,
Best for him to point out his ideologies,he perceived the concept of figuring out his disgrace before a mirror,
Absolutely,he discovered he was a motivation and not dilutional.
The risen of the winter sun directed him when he afforded to follow,
And he ungripped to jealousy,accepting to lean on morrow,
Just because he was a hero,
Whose anticipations brought about a rolling billow.
The house contains
Hidden mirrored
darkness
And velvet vague
Echoes within
echoes, wanting
Desperately
To be remembered.
Eyes within eyes
I can see,
Over my shoulder
Sepia tinted
yesterdays
Of magnolia
memories,
Scented sensations
And realisations
Of far away
And long ago
And faces that
I seem to know.
Somewhere in the
distance
There is music
playing,
Such a haunting
And bittersweet
Melody
Comes dancing
Through dust laden
Hallways ,
Making lace draped
crystal
Chandeliers
Quiver in ecstasy,
This ghostly gentle
symphony
That seems
to be
A part of me.
And then I sense you
by my side,
Slipping your hands
Into mine
Together once again,
And suddenly
I realise
In sweet delight
And soft surprise,
The eyes within
the eyes I saw
Were memories
From a distant
shore,
Returning
To my heart again
To kiss my soul
And heal my pain,
My darling
Shall we dance
again?