Best Sublimating Poems
The sweetest love I ever knew,
Was a secret love not given.
A sublimating ecstasy--
A symphony from Heaven.
A verb without an object;
A means without an end.
A jasmine scented sweetness
On the summer evening wind.
One fleeting season of my life,
Of throbbing, tender glory,
When on the pages of the book
Was penned an unread story.
Then, deep within my virgin heart,
Unscarred by love vows wasted,
Dwelt dreams of rapture yet unknown,
Of vintage wine untasted.
But then, as happens with all fools,
There came the tragic day,
When, to the sorrow of my soul,
I gave my love away.
Now, love unwisely given
Is, often, love refused.
Like a rose rejected by the wind,
Shattered, crushed and bruised.
If only, now, the power were mine
That blossom to enliven,
It would bloom again within my soul,
That glorious love not given.
Categories:
sublimating, life, lost love, love,
Form:
I comprehend the wind when
your hair dangles ...
is when you say yes
for me !
I comprise the sun when
everything goes off and in darkness,
when i perceive your fiery look
sublimating me!
I understand the rain when
shed your grateful tears
wetting me with emotion!
I realize then that
the storm,
it's just the
most vibrant
manifestation
of our love ...!
Categories:
sublimating, allusion, celebration, creation, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love,
neither alternative could be
me without you
you within me
both equivalent would be
We.
We without you,
or me,
this simply can not be,
we takes both equally
bidextrously
ambivalent
Without me,
just you,
or me,
which We cannot
co-arisingly be.
I could not be me
without a you,
nor you
without a me,
as I, you see
we're not at home
in silo-by-silo
universality,
confusing coincidentality,
poor performing
economicality,
dismal absence
of ecologicality,
teleologically teasing
merely biological We.
If no Earthy EcoSystem,
then no Me.
If no Me, then no exegetical
metaphysical
metamorphical
polycultural
permaculturing Be.
If no Belonging,
then no longing.
If no longing, then no hope
of Belonging.
If no becoming, then not Being
seeing
sensing
souling
solving
resolving
resonating
hibernating
sublimating
en-double-lightening We.
If synapse
were not quite so closely haunted
by relapse
deep learning might be
as boringly unpredictable
as gravity's self-creational
bi-relational
lapse.
When East and West learn to divest
of Othering culture's absence,
as South and North learn to invest
in Other culture's apart-sense,
then PermaCulturing Design
will co-redeem
sustainable We
polyculturing our healthy Planet
polymorphic economics
polypathic ecologic
becoming PolyWealthy Therapy.
Messiahs turn Left
to Rightly Prophet
and CoMessiah Right
to EcoProphesy Left
and back again
to revolution Earth ethics upside down,
with SunGod's cooperative rays on top
of Earth's economically rich
deep pie charts
and global graceful synergy spread wide
warm watery reception,
challenging bi-generic tree-ringed contractions
of grace,
karmic abundance,
a Bun Dance away from narcissistic ignorance
Ego's fancy prance,
of why when we each and all come together,
in love's full climaxing bilateral embrace
we turn our identities future side down
a pace
in this HereNow timely space.
We each come to redeem our Ego investment
born of Earth's long-spun
cosmic fun
regenerating narrative,
double negative binding Identity
creating SuperEco-Normic
sticky Bliss
Is not
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love
neither alternative could be
me without you
within me
both equivalently
must be
gummy We.
Categories:
sublimating, earth, language, love, math,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Heart is where my home finds graceful relationship,
where my soul simply breathes
beneath my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly contentious
and both loudly out
and quietly in
content.
Home unveils life's liturgy.
This home wherein I was conceived
and born
rebirths me each dawn
and decomposes all my dreams
where I grow up and out,
where siblings moved away
from whom I married,
from where I buried my grandparents,
and then my parents.
As my body houses identity
my home houses body.
While home and self-identity
I can distinguish,
one self from other,
this is never a benign
or wisely severe discrimination;
better as a distinction
without prospects today for contented difference;
dishearted separation.
My soul and mind and body fade and wilt
withdrawn by force and circumstance
from embryonic being.
To awaken or sleep away
in any profanely alien place,
without power or even hope to return
to more sacred memoried space,
fades my eyes and ears and nose,
my skin down to my spinal bones,
despair this senseless loss of sense
of life and breath and bread that once was mine
and could be mine to share again.
My home is where I live
my view of neighbors and town and Earth and life
flowing sedately toward, then past too quickly
on my backyard river of memory,
greeting ducks and swans
herons and eagles soaring by
to hunt this fertile rippling home with me
now fading into memory
as shades of sympathy
not entropy,
sad self-isolating apathy
from my heart's dismembering womb.
Lavish price for a new bodied home
invites sublimating new constructions
with best familiar practices and intents,
artifacts of golden memories from past days
and life
and loves
reframed by unfamiliar
but grace welcoming
trees
and birds
and a few persistent weeds.
Categories:
sublimating, age, home, identity, loss,
Form:
Free verse
A pulchritudinous creature
Oblivious to the turmoil
Stirred in a young mans chest
Tamed the beast in me
Sublimating me
From my true desires
Quelling the fires
Redirecting my passions
Reemploying my sexual energy
So we partake
Of the socially acceptable
Exercise our creative bent
Until the time is right
That blessed moment
When love supplants lust
And passions flame can burn
Categories:
sublimating, love
Form:
Autumn ultimately unveils it all,
Basking in bold bohemian design,
Pastoral poets’ inspiration shrine -
Enlivens lavishly before the fall.
Winter ultimatum trumps with chill swing -
Impetus frozen by a frigid muse -
Sublimating into slumbering blues,
Melting away under the spell of Spring.
Spring’s ultimate pizazz wafts in the air,
Awakening the passions of pristine -
Romance’s timid touch from hues of green,
Blush to blossom under Summer’s hot stare.
Summer struts with an ultimate demand -
Party for all disciples of the sun -
Sweet sweat of dog days in the languid run,
Til Autumn takes a precedented stand.
March 24, 2023
Categories:
sublimating, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
As I gaze upon my shadow,
it appears to grow a hole
Just where my heart belongs,
morphs a void into my soul
Open to all the elements,
sunlight shines right through
split second after a cannonball
ripped my chest in two
Give back my innards
Return this heart to me
Fill this visceral hole
And leave my body be
Still I look upon my shadow,
now appears to sprout wings
emanating from my loins,
fledge red abstract things
Open to all the elements,
thermal winds raise me high
One moment after shrapnel,
blew my atoms into the sky
Give back my sinews
Return pink mist to me
Feed off your own evil
Go away leave mine be
Now searching for my shadow,
it’s gone can’t be seen
I haven’t got any eyes,
only contours in between
No need for rare elements,
when sublimating the earth
oh come closer afterlife,
from my quanta seed rebirth
Give back my conscious
Return those eyes to me
Let meaning have a purpose
And leave my shadow be
This or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Split wide open
06/07/22
Categories:
sublimating, allusion, deep, how i
Form:
Rhyme
universal language
sublimating v
hale bopp tail splays ice debris ~
sign of cosmic peace
Categories:
sublimating, allusion, freedom, universe,
Form:
Haiku
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir,
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing.
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer,
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating.
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing,
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath.
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating,
Vast flows of roses were built by the breadth.
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath,
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed.
Vast flows of roses were built by a breadth,
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed.
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed,
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom.
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed,
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom,
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit.
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom,
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit.
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit,
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer.
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit,
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir.
Written: May 17, 2022
Categories:
sublimating, analogy, caregiving, cute love,
Form:
Pantoum
Autumn ultimately receives it all -
Painted in bald bohemian design,
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall.
Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing -
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse,
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring.
Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff -
Splendour of colours ignites the world hued,
Young fauna run around with zest imbued -
Nevertheless not spared from summer's sniff.
Summer ultimately shines bright with cheer -
The ocean blows in soft breeze on waves white,
Morning swims and evening walks, hearts delight,
Nevertheless not secure from Fall's sneer.
Form: Enclosed Rhyme (10 syllables)
29th March 2023
Categories:
sublimating, autumn, spring, summer, winter,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
A thin wisp
Like fingers entwining
Opening like a budding flower
Skywards
Taking a path, a grey meander
Spooling and curling
Relying on a gentle breeze
For safe passage
The momentary heat on wood
Sublimating to perfumed wonder
Entering my body to
Ensnare the soul
The scent which evokes
For each a different memory,
A feeling; but to all…
Solace, fortitude, release
Categories:
sublimating, nature,
Form:
Free verse
(For Prof. Wolfgang Zach)
The kids beheld a bright face
Beaming like an emblem
Of the new photo-sky:
Subliming all our nativity
Sublimating our eagled rites.
His eyes were so sharp
Two fruits of nature!
Two seas of blossoming love:
Twinkling in a raw urgency
Of our black eagle.
The blond marched gently
Treading a retrieved soft soil
Of a celebrate earth
While his pious anthem thrusts
Through the heart of fading racism!
O his eyes pierced
The sour soul of unshy inhumanity
That ever-ready bird hatching agitations:
At which many lads arrowed at will
In those past seasons of no avail!
Categories:
sublimating, inspirational
Form:
I can cook up numbers,
manipulate the sheets
Sometimes chase shadows
not knowing I am beat,
You can trick my senses
sweep me off my feet,
With a smile so beautiful,
easily launch a Trojan fleet
I can change the figures,
make ends appear to meet
Pretend you are my lover,
be slave to false beliefs
Please gaze upon my eyes,
don’t turn away your seat
Grant me this one moment,
it will be treasured eternally
I can move the goalposts,
then lie through my teeth
Live in an empty dreamworld,
let you fill my fantasies
I never regretted this secret,
or a love so incomplete
Yet in one sided attractions,
a crush just beats defeat
I can conjure up magic
almost unlock reality
Take others for a ride,
perhaps down a shady street
Your different than the rest,
a very special treat
I still see you time to time,
sublimating my poetry
Some broken hearts never mend Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
25/02/22
Categories:
sublimating, allusion, crush, first love,
Form:
Rhyme
The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to the eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.
The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.
The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the course of introspection to the absolute
through the layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.
The soul then shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehension odyssey ends
in the seamless sanctum of the supreme,
the oneness configures into thought rested awareness.
___________________
December 11, 2022
Contest : Thought Rested Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
sublimating, analogy, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
In The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying,
Sogyal Rinpoche writes, unconvincingly,
to my left-brain dominant ears,
"No suffering,
however dreadful
[and even mortal],
is
or can be
meaningless
if it is dedicated
to the alleviation
of the suffering of others."
This abstract act of "dedication"
sounds suspiciously left-brain dominant
to me,
Looks like rationalization,
Feels like arguments
for a view of "sublimating" sensory desires
and denials
that would merely replace,
by act of superego sustained willpower,
one disconnected set of sensual attractions
and distractions
for another.
As if left-brain reason
could control our natural
spiritual flow of hormones,
the multicolored elixirs of right-brain connecting
and as yet disconnected feelings.
Anyway
[kinda got lost in the analogy
which is more of a right-brain metaphoric
metaphonic
polypathic
polyphonic search for connections,
reconnections,
preconnections,
unconnections],
I can imagine:
No suffering,
loss,
humiliation,
excommunication,
death of an organic left-brain dominant EgoSystem,
however dread-filled,
is,
or can become,
meaningless,
If this event
can be connected,
and resonantly reconnected
to enlightening
and thereby empowering
the alleviation of Other's ecosystemic suffering
loss
degradation
disconnection
marginalization
apartheid,
death of an organic right-brain interconnected
Whole Open EarthSytem View
of spiraling
revolving life and death
Reweavings
ReGenerations
Multi-ReGenerations
Interdependence
of democratic
life systemic
sacred Power
secularized Light,
bilaterally resilient Positive/Negative Energy.
Categories:
sublimating, earth, health, light, power,
Form:
Political Verse