Best Sacredly Poems
"Sequence of Love"
Love possesses many faces
occurring in romantic places
culminated by embraces ...
Love illuminates the soul
intertwining halves to whole
fulfilling a human, earthly role ...
Love radiates rare quality
increasing to a sweet degree
of everlasting ecstasy ...
Love invades enchantingly
perhaps, appears repeatedly,
but only once, comes sacredly ... eventually ...
the frozen breath would stain
the night sky black,
as it swallows the harmony
of a lone cricket choir.
your skin reflects
our shroud of sweat,
your teeth sacredly protest
across my naked shoulders
in this Moët room.
The half moon comes
to rest its rays,
casting a former shadow
on fingers that climb my ribs
like desperation clings to the ladder.
A want to understand
what the other pretends
through eyes, an impatient
glance in a moment
we see a reflection;
my arms braced back
hands full of drunken awkwardness
your fingers imbedded
above my chest, owning flesh
tension can only releases this ache
while your lips search for sound
stopped by times aged hand
coming to rest on our nakedness
(as we become giants)
Light travels at a constant speed
though bent, attracted and absorbed –
is love so different from its beaming
physical counterpart, dear wave
that truly recalls a soul's worth of gleam
the only ethereal that lingers
within and beyond~sensing even greater
paths of flight yet to be sourced unimaginable
for what is truly remembered of a valued
life
outside the breath of a candle
never extinguished for sacredly
carried
like the sentiment of a stone
at a grave-site
where two often lie
when the one departed....
When I was eight
I knew Paradise could not be merely secular humane
and yet be kind
and omnipotently divine
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would poorly follow
in my robust adult time.
It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include safe nests for diverse fowl,
politically
and ecologically cooperative seas
flowing complex schools of graceful fish
and surf's bilateral co-gravity
flowing out here
and ebbing in now
breathing Earth's healthy paradise past
and wealth-empowering future
polyamorous eternity.
Because an anthropocentric Paradise
would be monolithically,
and monotonously,
and monotheistically oxymoronic,
a scientifically and religiously ridiculous
metaphysical nightmare,
not ecologically sustainable,
not psychologically palatable
not even harmonically healthy potential paradise
because not synergetically
polyphonically
polypathically
polyculturally
or polytheistically healthy
wealth of peak co-empathic experience
regeneratively compelling
and degeneratively disspelling
economically enlightened
and politically empowering
co-intelligent empathic/dyspeptic
polytheistically inclusive
indigenous wisdom design.
Every polyvagal body knows
Heaven begins and ends
in an organically holistic
and politically democratic
globally healthy Earth Garden
with zero-balanced waste wealth stream
and nonzero-soul kind-kin potential
panentheistic elegant integrity,
yes?
So how does denying our naturally embodied climate
and unkind mind-wasting spiritual pathologies
help us become the perpetually ReStorative Paradise
we might synergetically peace together
Healing decadently autocratic Hell
monotheistically against sacredly wealthy
organically healthy Gaia Earth.
On some misty morning when the ground is wet and still
When clouds obscure the forest and creeks flow the rill
Go sacredly and slowly and you will surely hear
Whispers of the past from the ghosts of yesteryear
They talk of things that happened long before your birth
and soon they'll disappear when the mist falls to earth
You'll know that they are near by the rustle on the grounds
Watch in silent wonderment as the ghosts go on their rounds
Glittering was the evening Sun’s face Glided down unto the level of my surface
Wobbled were the waves of the ocean Rays reflected by the waves, for a reason
Water level was on the declining trend Enticing beauty of the scene was grand
Decline of water was at a high pace I could gaze the clear view of the space
Eventually exterminated was the sea, In a short time you may take for a tea!
Sacredly sailing was the setting Sun Though the whole drama indeed, is a fun,
As the emptied water was packed in a bottle And as if I drunk the sea, in a magic battle!
Above Poem was adapted from the eBook "Eagle Educates Endurance and Other Poems on Nature" authored by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyrights reserved!
Divinity
Divine footprints in the sand.
Divinity within your hands.
Sacredly encompassing where you stand.
Holding it all together like a rubber band.
Ghouls, ghosts and goblins
Wicked Wiccans wielding
Spirits soaring sacredly
Trick or treating?
Pumpkin patches present
Barren by butcher’s beast
Costumed careless children
Foul frightening feast
Darkened distressed demons
Patiently persecuting prey
Evil engulfs the entities
Devouring delicious day
Halloween howls heard
From foreign fetched fans
Yearning, yielding, yenning
For a fearful frightening band
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Some people say they don't see color
or caste.
I look for others who do see color
and want to make rhapsodies together
with symphonic us.
I long to see more multiculturing colors
and less monocultural monochromatic
white v black monotheistic responsibility
for opportunities at-risk
among those organically gifted mammals
who don't believe a colorful Earth
could sacredly matter.
Some people see color and say "Why?"
Yet when we can see that same color
within a prism's octave unity,
wisdom might well engage "Why not!?"
Ask not what your eagle nation's indigenous coloring can do for you;
ask what your wise owl poly-colored relationships can do
for our way too straight beige nation.
Or, even better, ask both eagle and owl
light perception and night wisdom
as if co-arising spectral passions
and non-violent resonance.
Some people say they don't see
or hear
or feel color
but have no problem remembering their own,
and how they are
and are not
appreciated for diverse symphonic opportunities.
I look for those who do see color
and hope to make far more wisdom of it
than I could ever imagine
monoculturally alone
monotheistically lonely
monochromatically white
as an unholistic ghost.
Once upon an eternal sacred time of Earth's Golden Age,
Yin knew her body as a divinely virginal forested place
given equally to all for and of Earth's holy
wondrous
regenerativity.
She, without language,
but with marvelously round holonic symmetry
and multisensory proportion,
recreated prolifically organic
panentheistic nurture systems
Bilateral crown/root shade trees
of cobinary up/down energies
with mutually subsidiary synergy
Ingesting/Digesting icons of Earth's
convexly articulating,
quadrilateral light/power octaved
health-naturing non-dissonant communication
Prime +1crown/-(-0)root co-relational
mind/body polyvagally cobinary
up/down double-binding
ego/eco-logical balance
of sacred/organic neurosystems
perceiving/receiving
polyvagal win/win resonance
Universally positive/positive 1-LeftYang
numeration
OVER
denominatively unitarian
double-negative 0- RightYintegrity
Yin's dualdark left/right
reflecting Yang's up/down
nondual dialectical .spirit/nature
mind/body
crown/root
enlightening empowerment tao-circle.
Elder Matriarchal YinRight embodied feelings
and Younger Patriarchal YangLeft disembodied thoughts were,
and remain,
happiest and healthiest
compassionately co-pleasured together
And cognitively-thought v intuitively-felt dissonant
when Yang remains adolescently uppity,
believing His superior sacred brain
over-rules His inferior, merely organic
neurosystemically mindless body
Too often His anthropocentrically monotheistic state,
dissociating Yin's RightBrained pantheistic outflowing
growing grace
Sacredly organic
ecological bodies
conjoined in circlingcrown/root
polyvagal dances
to LeftBrain's deepest resonant songs,
poetry of embodied crown/root flow,
Earth's ecosystemic up-lightened
democratic down-powerment.
Go tell it on Earth's mountain:
this Crown/Root of ChosenAnthro
co-redemptively reborn Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors
of Earth's Post-Messianic in/out-flowing
upper-mind/lower-body caste-abolishing
global climate of enlightened/empowering peace.
In the ancient Egyptian culture
The Ankh represented life’s adventure
Crux ansata - Latin translation
Cross with a handle, strong foundation
When Roman Emperor Constantine
Envisioned his death in a dream scene
He adapted the symbol’s meaning
To reflect violence intervening
With a warrior’s death -- sword and spear
Evoking in non-Christians supreme fear
Today the Ankh remains a symbol
Sacredly identifiable
With the power of Christian belief
All handed down from Sanskrit relief
I see the cross and eternal circle
As faith's evolution -- God's miracle
the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english alphabet at the exclusion of other noble vowels and consonants.
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Sunday September seventh started seemingly same since...silver screen show secured seventy seven SeventhSeals.
Soupy Sales supreme salient strengths (starring smart pet sidekick Springer Spaniel Socrates) salvaged sagging sporting sorties. Slap stick stereotypical swashbuckling shticks supplied shipshape shenanigans.
Spartan stage set spurred spontaneous simply stupefying solution. Suede shod schlemiel. Sartre seasoned scenes. Sharp sticks supported sphere. Seats situated semicircular semblance.
SPCA, Siemens, Sears sponsored soiree. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shouted satirically 'specially Saturdays seemingly sellout. Spontaneous spritely Shogun Samurai sangroid stance satiated slipups stripping stellar seasoned Skidamarinks substitutes sacredly, seminally, silently, slipstreaming soulfully saving saga.
Sometimes silly spouse studiously sought spurious strategy stringing superlatives showcasing senseless sophomoric soporific skills specifically spelling storybook sassy sharpshooters supposedly sleuthing shapeless seated sideways (sic seasonal slate smug spotified snapchatting skippers selfishly scooped sloop-ful seasonal six-packs) sinister Swiss scalpers sat sometimes squatted.
~ Sacredly, human hearts reflect the face; God is love~
For Contest: “one Amazing line”
In honor of Constance~ A Rambling Poet
By John Moses freeman
Yuval Noah Harari
suggests that Nationalism's
Big Three Nemeses are fear of
nuclear holocaust,
degenerative climate trends,
and Business As Usual disruptions
of eco-politically salvific technology.
When I first read this list
of his global Three,
the one that stood out
at least for me,
to potentially
break through our tendency
to see through lenses
nationalistically
is Earth's great climate pathology.
Still,
all three are LeftBrain dominant,
StraightWhiteMale privileged,
Patriarchal-Capitalist nationalistic systems
of scientific reductive-rooted secularism
and defensive
extractive-infested
militarism.
Aside from a home habitat
in WholeEarth Crisis,
extinguishing all hope
of future peace health
is our cooperative multicultural wealth
regeneration,
our ability to distinguish
which of these three
is most transparently
exploitive and disempowering
our SunShine EcoSystem,
To dialogically determine
which is most polyculturally vulnerable
to inflaming
already repressive Patriarchal/Capitalism,
Which is most unenlightened
and monotheistically RightWing
StraightWhiteMale
LeftBrain dominant
May also be the unholy Fascist fascinated
demonizing ecowomanist healthy choice
and Earth as sacred Goddess
panentheistically denying,
Holy Nature/Spirit indigenous defying,
climatically degenerative Nationalism, yes,
but also, more fundamentally dualistic,
AnthroSupremacism
over ecofeminist healthy wealth
of fertile sacred Earth
Where monoculturing climate "change"
may become most easily defined
by Yanged out RightWing predation
fueled by a competitive economy
of hierarchical
from-above produced
and massively media marketed scarcity,
rather than from-within
ecological healthy robust wealth integrity.
Then again,
I could also see win/win opportunity
for health as wealthy polycultural activity
in co-immigrating away from global fear
of nuclear nationalistic hostility
Emigrating toward global polypathic thrival
post-secularizing revival
of sacredly uniting cooperativity
principles of Eartherapeutic Energy
as healthy integral international democracy,
NonViolent Communication fueled
by
and for
and with Whole
Holistic
Holy EarthTribal
win/win systemic
authentic
intricate
exquisite sacred global integrity.
The sea
Seems to stretch for infinity
There are sailing war ships upon the sea
Even among roaring cannons they still shine with beauty
The battle of two great navies takes place on the sea
Blue Falcon the commander of smaller navy
Kalandar commander of opposing navy
Each of the two is tempting destiny
Blue Falcon looks at enemy ships angrily
It is they who turned his life to misery
What worse they stole eye that to Falcon is holy
Stronger than any army
Blue Falcon has smaller navy
And is slightly less experienced in sea
But if bold plan takes hold path to victory
He can see
The eye is physical manifestation of dream of divinity
The fifth element where first can be
One of four on Earth, or the element of destiny
Or any other element being first the eye last element would be
The same for every base it would be
The ultimate in universe mesmerizing in majesty
True essence of all it offers power freedom and longevity
The Falcon crew fights bravely
Even if some are pirates scourge of the sea
But fifth element deciding factor will be
And getting it back is the key
Extraordinarily
As blue falcon comes close to Kalandars’ vessel eventually
Facing each other’s broad side they will be
Falcon on blue falcon shoulder is not irony
And that falcon the will be
Savior of whole blue falcon’s navy
As it sacredly
Takes flight above the fire drenched sea
And in its talons it grabs the eye which property
Of Blue Falcon is rightfully
As fifth element back with Blue Falcon will be
His navy
Will score great victory
And Kalandar will be forced to flee
But it is Blue falcon’s soul that straightened his destiny
Despite his many faults it showed incorruptibility
Thanks to it and his pet he won this victory
And his presence is great but his spirit was always free