Best Realm Poems
In realm of love, you are the awe of mystique~
Musings of smitten soul, passions bespeak,
When glances romantic lure enamored night
To dance of fantasies moonlit revelries ignite
Waltzing with stars scintillating opaline skies,
As smiles endearing emanate from your eyes
Beaming missives esoteric, vying to explore,
Secrets of heartbeats extolling echoes of yore,
Adulating present as tomorrow’s dream soar
To domains heavenly, croons of love implore,
Infatuated by aroma your redolent vibes impart,
Abloom in elixir of the rose inside my heart.
March 26, 2023
Poem of the day on March 27, 2023
Placed 1st: The Rose Inside My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
oh how a newborn’s first tear helps dilute ~ mortality’s bitter truth
death dissolves in such sweet moments ~ if soluble never absolute
Dancing dragons amongst the twilight realm
Wounded warriors appear who stand at the helm
Their spirit attracts the bringers of the dawn
As the sparrows rejoice with merriment and song
They manifest through dimensional drift
Bringing with them great powers and wit
Mystic magicians who wave their golden wand
To cries of anguish must they respond
Hands that gently sprinkle dusts of gold
As they make new of what was old
Eyes that glare with infinite light
As their bodies resonate with second sight
Vivid visions that they have seen
The keys that unlock and soon will clean
Spirit soul body and mind
A spiritual sleep to help unwind
Children of light who battle the forces of dark
Heal thy wounds before you embark
Let the unicorns be your guides
As you travel timeless space and heaven's tides.
Feb.09.2016 ^WW^
Although my human form is gone
my consciousness continues on.
I know you grieve and miss my face,
but I now live beyond place.
There is no pain, or suffering here,
nor hunger, hate or fear.
There's only peace and so much more,
beyond the Earth realm door.
So, when your sad and feeling down,
I'll send you signs that I'm around.
Then when you take your final breath,
I'll greet you at your time of death.
My belief is, we are eternal, and facets of a powerful unseen intelligence. Everything is connected.
How I admire the lyrical poetess!
She, who watches nature's beauty all around,
yearns to feel the wind of summer's soft caress
as she listens for the magic in its sound.
When she sits to write in peaceful, quiet hours,
from her realm of thought spring forth. . . pretty flowers
She plucks up each bright blossom, then sets them free
as blooms of the lyrics in her poetry.
(This is dedicated to my lyrical poetess friends at soup, of
whom there are more than a few!)
For "A Soup Member Worthy of a Tribute" Poetry contest
of Richard Lamoureux
Deep into my soul you reach
to gently stroke my desire
All my defenses you breach
my very essence you inspire
You stimulate my hungry mind
teasing my stagnant thoughts
Embracing my process to align
left speechless, mind in knots
Shaking up my calmness now
while refreshing me as a whole
Bend me down to make me bow
I'll be submissive, you in control
Hypnotizing my subconscious
leaving me dazed, you overwhelm
Unrestrained no more cautious
Lead me to the enchanted realm
2/8/2020
Being Nowhere
A bizarre place to be, especially when
you didn’t know you would be there.
The metaphysical implication of your
situation does seem incredible to others.
If this is the case, nowhere is that space,
that your mortal being and soul must fill.
Space and time in the human endeavor are
rife with inexplicable exceptions for sure.
Finding yourself in this eerie realm of nowhere,
by simple logic, bodes that you’re somewhere.
If you did something naughty in another life,
then perhaps nowhere is your karmic strife.
If this isn’t the case, then by cosmic fate, you’ve
unknowingly found yourself in another dimension.
Methinks that praying to God should be of help;
He knows that nowhere is somewhere out there!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 8, 2018 (Couplet)
In realm of love when passions stirred
Song of romance fervent hearts heard
In tenor we knew, rhythms that woo,
Strummed by music our desires spurred.
Oh! how that realm blooms love so true
As tunes of warmth birds sing for you,
From woods that sway as soft winds blow
When moon scripts clues on skyline blue;
Of dreamy night that gleamed with glow,
Of stars that waltzed to stage our show,
When we vowed beneath lambent skies,
Sprouts of love~~ shall forever grow;
While glance of joy thrills cheery eyes
Where love-flame kindles, never dies,
And dreams cherished, long to revive,
Nights we rejoice, snug in love's prize.
On life’s hurdled streets where we drive
From wheels of hope strength we derive
While we climb steep high ways of life,
Hand in hand, we steer fate and thrive.
June 1, 2022
Placed 1st: Rubaiyat Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Eight syllables per line (HMS.com)
Rhyme: aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dded, eefe
I revere you here, in the midst of the flames
Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith,
And hurled ash and smoke into the frames
Where flowers blossomed before our birth.
Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith
Where you swear me words as we escape,
Where flowers blossomed before our birth
Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape.
Where you swear me words as we escape
Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills,
Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape
On flows set in motion at creation's chills.
Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills
Where somber seas race moon-mad tide,
On flows set in motion at creation's chills
Ancient sea-tossed stones once men reside.
I revere you here, away from fire and grime
And hurled ash and smoke into the frames,
You and I are linked in a spiritual sublime
I revere you here, in the midst of the flames.
Written: May 05, 2022
A RHYMING PANTOUM OF FIVE STANZAS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Checked by: Rhyme Zone.com
and: HMS.COM
"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601:
Along a path of solitude I tread,
flanked on either side by watchman trees,
a lush green canopy above my head,
in foliage the flutter of cerise. . . .
I gasp to see two cardinals appear.
Then farther on, I spot a white-tailed doe!
She calmly meets my gaze and shows no fear.
I can’t imagine in this place a foe!
The trees, unwounded, stand with dignity.
And whether skies be bright or overcast,
they guard this realm, and one will shelter me.
I kick off shoes and stop for a repast.
Now barefoot and relaxed, I write this poem
in quietude of Mother Nature’s home.
For The Tree contest
sponsored by Constance La France ~a Rambling Poet~
For Brian Strand's
ANY OF YOUR 2011 poems any theme/any form max 16 lines Poetry Contest
Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
Feasting my eyes upon the faded stone
Delving into a vast world of the unknown
Whispers dance in the curling fog dancing amongst the dead trees
Murmurs of those who have long passed, float against the breeze
Passing the large tree, the gate surrounding the stoned castle
A slender inhabitant, dazzles my mind, his speech facile
Shall I trust this unknown creature, from this the unknown world
His arms, his...tendrils, curl...and around me swirled
My thoughts-he knows them-for he and I are entwined
Further into the dead woods I wonder, a sense of fear encompassing my mind
A bubbling stream I faintly hear, as further I go into the forest
The watery grave seeming to get closer, it's symphony-a chorus
Entranced I follow this fellow into the unknown
Closer and close to the stream i go, further away from the grey stone
Above the lines of fantasy
This, has become my reality
Dreaming-this land I return, once was I lost
But now here I am at home, everything quiet and soft
I search for you amongst the dead
And there, standing behind those gates is cloaked figure-hood on head
I wonder who this master of mystery is, but he soon disappears
A blink of my eye he is gone, and I have not seen him again in years
I search once more for you, my fiendish friend,
But soon I fear you have left me here-to come to my own end
I do not wish to wake, I do not wish to leave this place
Soon I come to spot your featureless face
The King of fright, so tender towards me
Showing me, when I lost my way so long ago, out misty dead trees
But I could not stay away, I wanted to see him again
And thus he promised to return to me again
That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore
Within my secret realm… this verdant pond,
Unknown to many of the townsfolk’s eyes
And by its ridges I meander long,
On through November nights, as hours drift by…
A quiver in the grass so evergreen;
When frosty breeze imbues a shimmer while
It mirrors younger times across its bends;
That only spellbound musings can recall
Fair autumns’ glaze among the silver trees.
How printed leaves descend in curved roulette
Then glide past my embroidered frock, I swirl;
A final chance to roam, to blow a wish
Caressing the ledge of my pond’s abode,
Before the white of snow enshrouds its charm.
Contest: Shooting Blank Verse for john lawless
POTD posted 11/12/2016
Heaven's Realm
When we first arrive in Heaven we are greeted
with much joy by deceased family and friends,
and family who died before, we never got to meet.
Heaven is a place of pure joy and love where we
travel with the speed of thought. Anything we may
imagine may be manifested by the grace of God
whose presence is felt in everything, everywhere.
Each plant and tree, every flower and water fall
is alive with vibrant energy we feel divinely con-
nected to as we discover we may communicate
amazingly with them, we never imagined possible.
Beautiful music vibrates in frequencies that are
able to penetrate the soul of our ethereal being.
Angels draped in golden light sing in choirs
as a sense of peaceful serenity and love envelopes
us, when all the knowledge and answers we have
sought become crystal clear in memory of all our
years. We see our life in pictures of good and bad
deeds with our interactions with others and we
become the judge of these deeds and feel the
emotional pain or joy we have caused in others.
Jesus meets those who wish to be in his presence
and we feel forgiven for any sins we have committed.
God's love's so overwhelming and pure it's unimaginable.
There are colors and sights and sounds and scents
that amaze our senses as nothing rusts or dies as
we behold the beauty and wonders of God's Heaven.
We may return in spirit to watch over our loved ones.
One should never be afraid to pass on to Heaven's realm.
Amen!
6-4-20
~Seventh Place Premiere Contest~
Favorite Scripture Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Matthew 6:19-21
Do not store up riches for yourselves here on earth, where moths and rust destroy, and robbers break in and steal. Instead, store up riches for yourselves in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and robbers cannot break in and steal. For your heart will always be where your riches are.
To absorb the blue sky,
and feel the distance between.
To walk beneath this round canopy,
feeling minuscule.
To find beauty in silent change to black,
in its gentle loop.
To free the soul, to meditate in peace,
beneath blue spacious realm,
where the heart yearns to be measured,
as covering clouds render shade,
until..I'm no more
5/11/16
Featherlite merry's lifted by breeze, float up to a plumeberry sky
then gracefully sail over Melody Vale and land on the Cheerbloom in Nyye
Below near hedgerows belinda's grow wild, in colourful patches of glay
and tipsee toe teasils with funny green caps, whistle a tune on their way
The elfins are gathering bright willo blues, to braid through their silky fine hair
and winged caterinas in pink flowing skirts, hold hands as they dance on the mairr
Well hidden from view, this faeryland realm, is a place that is far far away
where fair pixie toodles and Ippsee quin's dwell and happiness reigns every day