Best Realms Poems
Love is not just a spoken language
nor will it always heal like a bandage.
Affectionate actions and self sacrifice
should come naturally - not at a price.
Real passion is not only lust and desire,
simply two souls connecting to inspire.
Unconditional love is the foundation of trust,
learning to forgive in actions deemed unjust.
A gentleman is always thoughtful and genuine
yearning for a beloved, elegantly feminine.
After all these years, it's still his only dream,
the one wish changing his life into supreme.
When burdened he'll rest his head upon her chest,
listening to her heartbeat, he'll know he is blessed.
With soft hands stroke his heavy head lightly,
her heavenly sanctuary embracing him tightly.
Her beautiful lips tender, rosy and calm,
yearn to be kissed, like a healing balm.
Yet she remains a dream in the distance,
his heart craves for her with daily persistence.
Beloveds hoping to merge without resistance,
celebrating love, breathing it into existence
Silent One
Written 1 January 2016
Far away, from the rim of the Earth
Beyond the oceans, beyond human reach,
Across realms, I have found my way,
Into the aerial pockets of the blue.
On spread wings I have soared
To watch you ever from above!
I am now one with the stars,
Floating in ether like a mysterious sprite
Here where I dwell unseen,
Is a land beyond all cares.
Here is such lively luminousness,
And such cheerful blaze
Cherubs on wings fly around joyous,
Where love is a timeless theme,
And where blooms a million stars.
From here, I shall pluck a star for you.
Let it shine in your eyes,
And mirror the blue sky,
Where I shall script the code of love
(I try to forget your eyes,
Two limpid pools brimming with tears,
When I set out on my journey
And broke through the clouds,
Across mysterious realms)
Now as we are apart, we shall treasure,
Our silent love, spanning across realms,
Till you come to join me, never to part,
To be extended to immeasurable eternity
Transcending the limits of time!
May.3. 2023
~ Placed First~
Pick- a -Title. Vol.36. Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Edward Ibeh
Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms
And where was the light of truth and spirit?
Racing hot, chariots wheels in fires.
The Light sublime, flees when one but nears it
its glowing path vanished as it retires.
Across earthen sky and mystical realms
gold eagle flies into kingdoms not born.
Such breath of awe, rebels and overwhelms
the soul that finds its deep solitude torn.
Did Greek Gods dare warn of man's futile quests
with deceptive hearts, minds loaded with greed
If in a pure giving heart one invests,
comes forth the fruits of a heavenly seed.
Fruits of paradise, grow in thoughts sublime
man's quest should be more than seeking more time.
R. J. Lindley,
Dec 11th, 1977
Note: Excuse me for rarely posting new poems. I find it so hard to write much with my mother in such a serious condition ....
Once I could easily write ten poems a day but now for weeks its a hard struggle to even write one..
Even my one a day poems for my darling wife have suffered lapses.
As has my commenting to all my friends and fellow poets here.
Special apology to my great friends the Duggans as my lapses are
not from laziness but from melancholy, a progressing forgetfulness(ALZ) and blues.
Reach the highest realms..
Where there is no hierarchy..
Only a change in frequency..
A high vibratory frequency..
So in tune with love..
Tune into a channel of peace and harmony..
A construct of no limitations..
Captured by softness light as a feather..
Enraptured by the wondrous multiple time dimensions..
Swimming in the glory of high vibratory realms..
Diving head first in the luscious landscapes of indescribable bliss..
We seek the indescribable outside..
Seek and you shall find..
The indescribable divinity within..
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see,
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical,
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her eyes sparkled with spiritual wisdom, lips trembled a whisper of secrets,
She enticed me near with a gentle smile, promising wonders of other realms.
Her shimmering wings fluttered near the arch way,
I couldn't believe my eyes seeing a dream world, unfurled through the green wooden door.
I was embraced by a spiritual connection and enlightenment,
The purple rays guided me to explore new dimensions of reality,
Through the windows of my mind, I travelled beyond the constraints of life.
When I stepped out to the world where fate and fantasy blur the line,
I gazed at the stardust sky where moonlight hums a forgotten lore,
In my mind, the echoes of purple dreams drift ever more!
January 31, 2017
A long, long time ago in the lands of the giant tulip trees
Lived a wondrous animal, called the Alley Phont Sheeze.
Standing as tall as the great Coconut Shrine,
He pounded thru the jungle like the Notshurus Rine.
He was big and ungainly standing on all fours,
Making his was gallantly thru the sunny outdoors.
He grunted and hissed with occasionally a snort;
Only the Emerald River gave cause, for the great Sheeze to abort.
He had his own domain which he marked with his tongue;
Four brothers and sisters but none of his own young.
He didn't like girls and their dainty perfume;
He much preferred the purple woods, and its moldy mushrooms.
He would dance all the night in the light of the moons,
Even when his older sister said - he looked the buffoon!
He slept with his feet high, high in the air;
Keeping all three eyes open, watching for baer.
Now over the orange hill, in the Land of the Mist,
Lived a fair maiden, seemed he couldn't resist.
But alas as fate would have it, it wasn't meant to be;
The great Sheeze could only watch from his coconut tree.
For you see the two lands were in two different realms,
And travel was forbidden so's not to overwhelm.
Violet would climb that daunting, orange hill each day
Hoping to catch a glimpse of her Sheeze, in his gaudy array.
But the law forbid, that the two should ever meet
And all that silly quodropod could do, was to shuffle his feet.
So the years rolled by not so quickly, for this doting duo,
Until one day when it was planned for a magical luo.
Each islander would dress in their very best tume';
A great party began that very night, and in the morning resumed
Somehow in the shuffle and the bustle and such,
Realms were transposed and their hands - well, they touched!
Violet and her adoring Sheeze ran right to the shore;
As we come to the end of our story - there just isn't much more.
Yet many years later in the brisk mountain breezes -
There were what appeared to be three, maybe four, little Alley Phont Sheezes.
Aged and spent,
this veil is rent;
through worlds unseen,
the earth grows green.
As etheric touch,
is felt so much;
one learns to discern
the twists and turns.
For those who see
between the trees
and hear with ears
beyond mortal years.
As boundaries stop
the earthly clock;
no turning tides
on moonlit nights.
Revealed, the future,
yet to be nurtured
and a past explained,
of lives maintained.
The seer well knows
the spiritual flows;
the reader knows the signs
of grand design.
Pay close attention,
avoid dissention;
your intuition,
brings fruition,
It’s simply gifts,
that can uplift;
the soul, then alights
and soars to new heights.
In-between the realms;
spirits at the helm;
mysteries untold,
will soon unfold.
There are some times I look up at the sky.
I wonder if other planets there might be
with other humans (same as you and I)
living there. Things like this fascinate me.
Do I myself perhaps exist inside
a faraway place parallel to mine?
Is there a man for whom I was a bride
where our lives were once able to entwine?
I know there is an afterlife, but might
there be other spheres also to explore?
What if I should die on some starry night
and across realms - with the man I adore -
awaken! Oh, could I reincarnate
eventually to find my soul mate?
May 5, 2023
For Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I guess I know where it comes
I think it is from all the realms
These strange feelings, this love this care
Dark matter treats multiverse pretty fair
That's why your face was intimate
And your voice familiar to entertain
My heart could only be content
With you, up to infinite extent
For we were one in the 'Soul's world'
And so are we in every universe ... in every realm
_____________________________
July 25th, 2022
Across Realms
Across vast realms
Where clouds collide
Like scarred chariots
In rush hour traffic
Storms boil over
Fed by fiery wombs of dawn’s inferno
With flames of sunrise fire,
As thrashing rain
Plants rainbow seeds
In metaphoric soils
To harvest far flung sunbows
From cerulean fields.
Sun and storm wedded
Hopefulness
Whispers
A haunting covenant
Drenched by hues of hope
Shielded by the sun.
Binding misty edges
Of edgeless domains
Revelations
In beatific splendor soar
Kaleidoscopic pergolas
Highlight sky bound wings
Tinted by ethereal arches
When shimmering puddles
Unfold across Heaven’s doorstep
Across realms
Bathed in mystic grandeur.
5-2-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme Chosen: Across Realms
Odyssey emerging
Like an awakening dream,
Capitulation to its beauty…
To what realistically seems,
A grasping route of anticipation,
Fervor, and all that’s supreme,
A grasping route of blindness,
Where desires stream...
Surmising, guising, a life
Visualized…
Life is a chain of yearnings,
Where we all fantasize…
Once upon a magical evening, an enchanted fairy I happened to see,
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace.
She shone like the midnight sun—
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical,
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore.
The door was set in an ivy-cloaked wall,
half-hidden beneath where the ancient trees fall,
their roots like fingers, gripping the stone,
in a forest where time stands alone.
Sunlight dripped through the emerald haze,
turning mist into gold in that secret place.
The fairy looked up with a twinkle-eyed grin,
and whispered, “The path to dreams lies within.”
She opened the door with a creak and a sigh,
and the moss-covered world seemed to breathe and reply.
A stairway of cobbles descended below,
to realms where forgotten wild wonders grow.
Now when I sleep and the twilight swells,
I walk once more through other realms—
past the wooden door, through the forest seams,
guided by whispers and purple dreams.
A silly superstition enwraps and grips me,
It holds me and will not loosen its vile, crushing deathgrip:
It is a numerical one, this foolish superstition to which I have my subscription,
For this is the numerological sorcerous fallacy to which I've subscribed:
That, as I have yet published a baker's dozen of poems hereon,
(Though this poem or that preceding it, might have in fact made it fourteen),
I must exceed the number somewhat, and do for today the writing of
Four poems, yet the dilemma in which I currently awash,
This quandary, this conundrum, this balk and qualm of mine,
Is as follows:
In my troika of notebooks and journals and leather diaries I've earmarked
For poetic use, the tally of poetries I've written therein today is but two,
Thus I would not reach the somehow sacred number,
That numerical goal I've set for myself of seventeen,
Unless I were to write two more poems, extra-notebooked ones:
Being ones beyond and without the notebook,
Beyond the papery, lined realms of the manifold pages of my
Threefold notebooks.
So to solve the insoluble, and resolve it, what was I to do?
I tasked myself with reaching the putative goal of seventeen,
But how would this devoir I achieve?
Only by the conception and composition of a pair of extra poems,
Thus, to accomplish that total, this poem and the one that preceded it.
So, have I paragraphed this page thus, in the manner most befitting
That of the poem.
And now this emptiest and most filler-like of my poems yet, it be done.
I once dreamed a dream, you returned to me
Our strength re-united with visions I see
In the depth of night, my mind took me there
A place I needed to be, tears dried with your care
We were a team again, ready to take on the world
Our smiles lifted in happy laughter that swirled
Through a night, where my soul reached out to you
In the light of a dream it passed darkness through
I woke embraced by our unity, through realms of time
Confirmed our connection is never broken by crime
Heidi Sands
2/16/19
Placed 3rd in the I dreamed a dream contest. Sponsor: Silent One
Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter,
Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter;
Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms,
To Spiritual reality the consciousness whelms...!
Like a migratory bird, having its mission fulfilled,
The soul flies to its homeland exhilarated and thrilled;
Exploring silent salient lands of known and unknown,
Reaches the zone and milestone of peace and joy sown and grown...!
Like a flower and plant and tree encounters the seasons,
Of summer, monsoon, spring, winter, and autumn with reasons;
So too the spirit, mind, and soul passes all fine phases,
Like a horse single-mindedly towards its goal races...!
The lithosphere, hydrosphere, biosphere, and atmosphere,
The exosphere, geosphere, hemisphere, and hydrosphere;
Across each realm, the creature reaches with no resistance,
Attains pilgrimage of perfection and pure existence...!!!
07 May 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables