Best Sphere Poems
"Thelonious Sphere"
Thelonious
Sphere
Monk
the meaning
in a name
Zephaniah
the meaning
in a name
Krishna
perhaps music
brings us closer
following the 4
dharma
the path to
renunciation
El Roi
what I listen to
at 3am, hidden
in the music
I read into
wisdom,
for those
who are usually
the last to know
looking for soul
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Don't look for me in human shape. I am inside your looking."
Rumi
"Clarity Pyramid"
SPHERE
appears
mentally
celestial body
visual projection
of my imagination
"With an inifinite radius"
JP....6/06
Neon lights of love
glister from the strobic sphere.
Is my desire abhorrent?
My head, spinning with
each phantasmagoric twirl,
yearns for your adoration.
The fish knows not of air.
Its sky is cold and deep.
Its breath is water weighty, fair
In currents it must keep.
It cannot breach the silver ceiling,
That barrier, bright and stark
A world beyond all sense and feeling,
A realm of blinding dark.
As below, so above,
The pattern holds its sway.
We breathe our own thick sea of love,
And call it a single day.
We walk upon the land,
Our heads pressed to the sky
An ocean of air, by unseen hand,
Where our fleeting lifetimes lie.
We cannot climb the thinning blue,
Where pressure starts to fail,
To breathe the air the eagles do
Along the wind’s proud trail.
As above, so below,
The truth is mirrored clear.
To the depths we cannot go,
To the heights we cannot near.
Two worlds, two seas, one law
One breath in different forms.
Against the grain of what we saw,
In silence, it transforms.
The fish in water, we in air,
Both bound by what we’re given
The same great Breath is everywhere,
Beneath the same vast Heaven.
~peering into crystal ball
the vast crystal blue, so sure
seems ages, stages perfect
that I am made strong
~is of graces gratitude
capability of change
"not by chance doth it effect"
a change in life stake
~taking my life into pace
that I proceed or recede
perhaps into crystal ball…
...as love‘s… dimensions
For Linda Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
And Contest: Crystal Ball
9/9/11 by john moses freeman
Celestial sphere, a moon of coral hue
an empress of my universe, it lies
so cloistered deep between the curtains, veiled...
serene and quiet till it's brought to life
when sought and fondly wooed, she starts to blush
and moves sedately out of hiding place
caressed and gently kissed, she comes to life
and pulses strongly, moon-like drawing tides
eclipsed is everything except her wish
to stir the tempest of awakening love
and when my ravished soul is on the brink
she brings release and lets the storm abate
you know her well; you know her every mood
and how she will succumb to loving play
this earthly sister of bewitching moon
abides her time until she's called to bloom
Eileen Manassian
Electromagnetic swirling exploding gasses
The watchers watch the nomadic masses
Since time immemorial this has been done
Master Guardians on the Temples of the Sun
Majestic giants who show their might
Protectors of the realms and infinite light
Photons of Love that cascade to earth
Plasmatic radiance creating life and rebirth
Morning sunshine in fields of blue
Autotrophic organisms are praising you
Their Love through light in all the places
As we feel their warmth upon are smiling faces
Ultraviolet luminance that has become
Spiritual Beings on the surface of the Sun.
Feb.18.2016 ^WW^
I'm taking a moment with my brain, my memories
Each of period that I've been through
Flashing like bolts, seems like unwillingly to recall
A single blink of my eyes brought me to the world of unknown
I still see the same sky
I still feel the same breeze
But I stood on a different situations
Bleeding on the journey that I chose
Each foot print be the story, be the history which rusted
Life is just a matter of time
That's what those people said
Hanging on the opportunities which achieved
I lean on everything that I could grip
Struggle to stand over pieces of me
Though sometimes sad to be alone, sick and hurt
Isolated by the crowds of my head
I build my own chamber, my own kingdom
Where people cannot see
Where people cannot reach
We are in bad times
Army of violent clouds
Clashing fiercely in the sky
With golden lashes
Beating rumbling monster drums
Deadly pandemonium
Our wonderful sphere
Is lonely in trembling fear
Aylan, the child in ocean
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July 21, 2016
Syllable structure:5-7-7, 5-7-7, 5-7-7
Checked withhowmanysyllables.com
Charms of Dusk,
A Pure Baptist touch,
Display lurk of a rush plus battle scares
Of blood and rusk what have this man endure,
Even, if this is a man or by luck a higher evolution of a being?
Orion sire from resurrection of most bitter defined
What is being?
Deepen the touch of the man of literary erupted,
Powers of king’s powers of rings could dare to touch great barriers to discuss
Future of youth design to up hold generation haven witness sure a creature only,
Mythology to have indigestion years of years on end of generation on anarchy
Devolution of a tone of a rowel stone of eyes to brush and look,
What is being?
This was a warrior of the highest status,
Reincarnation 10 years of a millennium on the break off end
Greatness of evil dares not to evoke sin of tear to jerk to tears away,
At revenge of a sting of moral tongue of numb of blood & dirty learn in another realm
Of a death ray,
What is being?
He was a wake from chained of musk body tone build like a statue of pure marble,
This would be a battle of war of wars to end wars
Seas felt like empty towers has he was storming to thunder to walk,
Mountain lift and trees flatting what power be stole in this mystic creature
Wait to amaze we all would know,
What is being?
Blood in the street footprints left of dead mystic foes
Almost in roll of red roses of a garden that stain the street with blood,
He picked them off one by one that splatter like a ring of salt and ashes turn to dirty
Left the sight for the dead to walk,
And set sight of the ultimate evil that evil of destruction should envy him
And once more Orion stood to meet the question,
What is being?
This ultimate foe and his self-war craft at it fitness as prediction,
By the Sun and the Moon he was their son and he knew
The beginning and the end as it was predestination,
For this event to take toll
What is being?
“The Moon Said To The Sun Aeon Sphere”.
A fiery sphere our soul is, gathering wisdom throughout eternity.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 March 2023
How many of us have wailed at the walls of our own desperation?
Hoping to know that place we’ve yet to find?
Yet how many have been left to drift endlessly like a dreamer at large?
And in the stars of night do they carry a message of hope;
Passing through the reflections of light already passed?
I myself ride upon this barge of persistence;
Traveling through time ever so slowly believing somewhere, somehow;
The truth will have been worth the waiting, for there must be more.
As twilight's shadows light does fade
Dark machinations interstices invade
In deep crevasses, insecurities cascade
In dark corners, fears, doubts parade
Day's, blithe rhythms subconscious channels evade
Night's diabolical inventions the deep recesses pervade
My twittering eyes cannot the bleary apparitions dissuade
As mind's candle flickers, o'er frontal lobes dark minions escalade
As primed marionette's mimicked taunts degrade,
so galvanized, inner demons perform mock charade
Ghoulish forms are imprinted with a sharp spade
Entreating figments as sane ideas masquerade
My nurtured perceptions of reality are staid
Nightmarish delusions all rational outlets blockade
Portentous visions of calamitous peril overlaid
Underpinning, disturbing dreams crack shallow facade
Discordant tremors breach; tone deaf ears serenade
Shock waves pulse down spine; nerve endings frayed
The turning sphere of history remains without merit
Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit;
The open window admits the gifter and the grifter.
Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning,
Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking;
The illusion’s brilliance blinds.
Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate
Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate;
A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics.
The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group
By extrapolation in a never ending loop;
So many so willingly led by so few.
A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot.
Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought;
*****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?
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Everything falls down here
and the dark and dire sphere
going round and round
making that deadly sound
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Something missing in my heart
So confused I may utter in a blurt
the dark sphere quivering my soul
Making itself surround and roll
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We don't have to do anything
For progressing into something
Except hoping for our unity
and emerging into integrity
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Laughing out ourselves
Filling up the bookshelves
Pilling up the green souls
and running to reach high knolls
Breaking shackles into pieces
Seeing the fire while it freezes
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