Best Subliminally Poems
"Treasure Box"
The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;
like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to every wall, they felt a certain kind release,
voodoo prayers ran through their mind subliminally,
the agony of adjectives and verbs being kept
beside ampersands conjoining objective pronouns subjectively
was a fluttering kind of let loose ecstacy
their creation connubial was escoteric, beautiful and ingenuous
and insanely free, in a voyeuristic sense, the art was in the act,
the pleasure was in the generosity of letting them all fly free
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Collected specimens can be identified to species using genitalic dissections and other internal and external anatomy that only can be studied through microscope work on a pinned specimen. The preparation of the wings spread and legs out, makes all features easily seen, including ones you will never see in a live insect.”
“Gently insert a sharp pin between the veins on the front edge of the left forewing and pull the forewing into place. Place a strip of paper over the left wing and insert pins to hold the forewing in place. Make sure you place the pins around the wing and not through it.”
Categories:
subliminally, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Moments in God’s Cosmic Time
A fleeting, finite time space one now may define;
A flash of seconds for poets to see and find rhyme.
Fashioning a human understanding of God’s Time,
Gives us a hint continuant, complex too—yet Divine!
Einstein’s E = mc2 gives us all a most gifted treasure,
With “c” as light’s constant nature for us to measure.
These moments can concatenate continuously as one,
Or may be revealed in time by mere eye-blinks for fun.
By teasing our thoughts, God infuses our spirits now bold,
With life’s knowledge over time, worth more than all gold!
Being of God’s self-image defines who we each are in life;
It’s for each of us to master our destiny before earthly strife.
Teasing our thoughts with heavenly images of eidetic clarity,
God speaks to us all subliminally over time—never as a rarity!
God's the only true divine mystic when it comes to Cosmic Time,
And the master for setting the Universe in perfect Cosmic Rhyme!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 12, 2015 (Couplet)
Categories:
subliminally, allegory, change, creation, god,
Form:
Couplet
Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be worse
they could insert an asterisk - induce headshaking “tsk tsk tsks”
So when asked to specify, I try, I try, I truly try
to force my words into “the norm”, confine my ink, make it conform
and yet it flows – a violent storm, from deep within a whirlwind born
a spinning, loud and raucous horn wailing from a pen pricks thorn
howling in both joy and pain, ranting at both sun and rain
sitting ‘tween tracks rusted stain waving to life’s passing train.
The trick - to call a word a word - not split it with poetic sword
claim it left us empty, bored or thrilled, awakened, reassured
the trick – to let the words find us to chip away our readers rust
outwit our “learned” poets crust, open our hearts and slowly trust
that in its harsh simplicity it stabs with cold specificity
at the edges of rigidity and the barriers ‘’tween you and me.
John G. Lawless
©3/29/2019
Categories:
subliminally, poetry, poets, writing,
Form:
Verse
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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels
just ponder if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubblebug.
Ah but then tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!
Categories:
subliminally, addiction, film, youth,
Form:
Didactic
Mona Lisa in her gallery
turns her ever lovin' smile on me.
Subliminally, I
hear, "I will keep me eye
on you, boy; come see me next century."
Categories:
subliminally, art, me,
Form:
Limerick
When I was only just school age,
My dad became very serious once,
As he was a fundamentalist Christian,
And wanted to know how I was forming my words.
When he asked how I felt about roads,
I knew exactly what he was talking about,
He was taking the phonetic sound,
And asking about my subjectivity for my shout.
But I was glad secretly to myself,
That my first name was a positivity,
That it spoke outrightly of a journey,
And that it was after the Island of Rhodes most definitely.
I knew what my dad was up to,
He was subliminally asking if I believed in god,
‘Cos he’d insisted that Rhoda in the Bible,
Was the only derivation of that name somewhat odd.
So, yet again, I evaded the question,
And used my disability to claim lack of knowledge,
But since I couldn’t fake a speech problem the whole time,
Concluded with an admission of liking Rhodes carriageways!
But seriously, Rhoda is after the island Rhodes,
And Monihan reminds me of monkeys,
‘Han’ is for hands which state activity,
In evolution’s process of family trees.
‘I’ is for me, which emphasises that I matter,
To the whole scale of things, the entire picture,
That evolution made me and I that affect it,
And that I can be met by other people or organisms of different structure.
I think my name is just fine, and it has done me well,
Given me strength when I had none,
Directed when I needed suggestion and focus,
And commended me for what I have done.
Categories:
subliminally, animal, beautiful, dad, father
Form:
Rhyme
SUPERLATIVES
S uperlative sentiments subliminally stupefy- salubrious solitude
U niquiviocal uproariously unconventional, uninhibited, unabashed
P reposterously pedantic, precarious pandemics, perilous pandemonium
E uphoria exemplified, exquisitely exorbitant – eloquently enthralled
R eiterated relentlessly, radically rambunctious--ruthless retribution
L inguistically ludicrous, lavished lackadaisical— listless laments
A bundant accentuations, adorning ambiguous animosity—antithetical
T ranslucently tantalized, tediously thrifty tumult—transfixed
I ncourrigeable impediments insatiable, idealistic irrelevance-illustrious
V ernacular vindicated vivaciously, vehemently visceral—venerated
E xplicitly effervescently exonerated, eclectic exuberance—elated
S crupulously steadfast solitude, surreptitiously subliminal – surrealistic
Categories:
subliminally, words,
Form:
Free verse
>>1111>>WHAT IS THIS THING WE ARE LIVING IN?<<1111<<
Surrounded by beauty away from cities criticism,
Sitting in awe, But questioning being a law abiding citizen,
What is this thing we are living in?
What the hell is up with all the harmful acts I'm witnessing?
Designed strategically, and intentionally sending out devilish energy subliminally,
Subliminal messages manifesting terror in the form of evil,
We have a rival with an agenda of upheaval,
Trapped in a false reality bringing disconnection to the level of your soul,
Everything infiltrated by the Jesuit Soldiers,
Who becomes jury of these occult rulers?
They cast so vast esoteric secrets at the unaware,
In my eyes I find this very unfair,
It brings about a tear,
Because I care about humans as one universal family,
But I'm really over one another's rambling,
Just like meaningless flings I can see through it,
I keep my mind fit by keeping still as I sit,
Never quit!
Never giving up on the path of genuine enlightenment,
Spent a moment right now in serenity before today's tests
Away from all negativeness of over worked peoples stress,
I let my mind rest as I lay on my back feeling blessed,
While looking at the mountains and seeing the power of their crests,
I confess to everything I have done to our Mother Earths Nest,
There's so much of our actions that She intensely detests,
This life is a test so invest in higher thought processes,
Drink pure rain water to progress before going further,
Lets go in and explore so we can find the legit teacher that's like a father.
Categories:
subliminally, allegory, meaningful, religious, society,
Form:
Epic
We spoke once of our ending life
But never thought of it more until we found
Haunting, daunting, flaunting around;
Shadows dancing before our eyes,
Laughing as they planned my demise.
Passing you with smiles, they settle upon me
Passing you un-subliminally
To kill me?
But the kiss they leave upon my cheek
Withers with a simple slither,
A mark of death? My knees grow wiltingly weak.
And the stupor of silence you speak of is amiss
In the daunting, dark abyss
We've heard of since we were children.
We’re frozen.
In the darkening clouds, before the darkening sun
We know it’s begun
When the raven cucaws behind us.
Categories:
subliminally, absence, dark, death, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
It started it's journey with grace,
venturing into the ocean formed by
droplet of happiness,sorrow,good,evil,
love,wisdom,birth,death,to be ultimately
called by one single name,The Ocean of Life.
Packed with boarders who were beautiful poets,
this majestic Queen had one little difference,
the boarders were crew themselves,who with their
constant individual effort kept this vessel moving forward.
It was all going well,until in some unfortunate way,
petty differences proliferated almost amongst the entire crews,subliminally
perceiving themselves as boarders,they
forgot their true roles and unconsciously steered the
vessel into the perilous region of the iceberg.
The fateful day finally arrived,when the collision occurred,
the distress signal was about to be given,when
some brave crews proclaimed their intention to steer
this vessel to the nearest land,inspired by this act of
courage all the others joined in putting aside their
differences and somehow the vessel survived.
Still recovering from the effect of the collision,this
injured Queen is repaired by the same old crews and some
fresh energetic new ones,but suddenly the same old problems
have crawled out again,exploring the history of the past incident,
a lonely crew somehow notices them and decides to share his warning message.
Inspired by Sir Dementrios's excellent poem "In the name of God"
I would hate to see this pure poetic sanctuary be tainted by some petty wars among poets.Please poets cast aside your differences and inhale the scent of the heavenly breeze that flows in this place.
Categories:
subliminally, love,
Form:
Free verse
Nightfall Surrender
You became a part of me
as I join in and became
a part of you…
rolling along with the waves
you complete me
as I complete you
Soul mates lost
in forgotten time…
subliminally
physically
the ebb joins the flow
in luxurious tides
finding fulfilling delights
You alone fill
my empty spaces,
as the waves of the sea
fill the voids in the sand,
permeating my being
with extensiveness
as no other has before
or since
Tick, Tocks
the forgotten clock
lost in the bliss
of the sensual night…
pulled under
in wave after crashing wave…
drowning quite happily
in your arms…our crescendo!
Then comes the sighs
of morning’s arrival…
as tears anew stain
your empty pillow…
still somehow
your memory
completes me
if only at nightfall
when remembrances
thrive in dreams pleasure
All rights reserved by Debra Squyres @ 2013/2/19
Written for: Cyndi MacMillan"s "My Spice Box" members contest
Categories:
subliminally, dream, love, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Curve on the lips pointing towards the left,
purpose in concealing smile by theft,
fear concluding the tilt dutifully kept,
sheen so sacred for the humanly unkempt,
lie defeating truth and questions attempt,
to bury secrets and the joy when you wept,
need to monopolize the time which left,
madness and intensity thoughts forget,
dependency nurtured and eyes never slept,
fate divine and destiny inept,
an act occupied for the search to wait,
lie pities truth and puts on bait,
mysteries and lies famished minds ate,
faith and ego loneliness bates,
preference of truth gifted mind hates,
appetite for imagination creates,
remoteness from object who deject,
unrequited expression to the faces reject,
fables of a drunkard enthused by intellect,
memories alive must you forget,
innocent cries must they neglect,
euphoria weaved in mystery,
occurrence of mastery subliminally,
a beam frowning continually,
answers buried faithfully,
bluffs me entirely,
uncanny riley of a smiley.
Categories:
subliminally, mysterytruth,
Form:
Lyric
Didn't think I would be back here but then again it's like I get another chance to react differently and subliminally I get to handle it another way, what a day I'm not even gonna lie it hurt but I recognize your worth and I still believe you're the one who can fulfill my needs because it's you who I want, I can't front so when I turned my back I always looked back hoping you would too but also prepared if you never did, you don't have to be scared to fall for me I'll catch you that's a promise, I honor you enough to take it slow and respect you enough to let our love grow even when we're apart. I don't wanna start over let's pick up where we left off, our kids playing together me losing myself in your most deep inner thoughts. We deserve each other. We both been down the road that leads no where, but when I'm with you I don't have a care in a world, you're the girl I never thought I'd get but now I'm scared to lose. And now that it seems like we both have a second chance at love my only question is do you feel the same way I do
Categories:
subliminally, life,
Form:
Lyric
>>1111>>T
I
B
What's happened? You've been taken by my habit? A
Seen as fake, or are you awake? H
What's that? I just said it! I called it my HABIT! y
Check mate, start moving for your own sake, m
Next remove and prove ya can change your own fate, G
And stop making the same stupid lame mistakes, N
My words came and remain as icing on the cake, I
You may be late, evaluate your state and create, B
Routines....! Ya gotta be a fiend, ya know what I mean. M
I
Is this all a dream? As I stream meanings it doesn't seem, L
Are these my thoughts and views, point of views? C
Or views I see and believe as news? t
For the masses as life flashes by, r
Goodbye when someone dies? a
Should you even put that down in pen? Because, t
Consciousness never dies, don't rely, S>>
>>
So as I'm rhyming, get started and START CLIMBING>>>>>>>>>>>>>
After that mindset like a martyr,
Invest in what's being sent with a bit of laughter,
But beware, my writings are from the future for you to grasp,
Nastier and out last the distant past,
Shooting fast and subliminally going within ya,
In combinations of words, probably unheard,
Yes sir, asserting spurts, metaphorically going global!
>>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 25.11.2015
Categories:
subliminally, allegory, community, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Epic
Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions; their visions..
Crossing her celestial, scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting amid the breeze to these, tranquil orisons ? Subliminally
Marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains; silvertone's rustic tides
Receding, from time's shores before my eyes; portent clarities bearing a Spirits wings
To fly beyound their breakwater whirlpools, vortex designs ? Breathtaking
Inversions encapulating this heart as solipsism flees and the eclipse of but once
Paradoxic's moon, now utters her revelations touchstone moments ? Beckoning myself
Aneath certitudes apex in parallel's reasons; these, realms about love's cloistered heavens
Wherein beauty does, so reside ? Tubular chimes lifting amid the breeze; subliminally marked
Emotions afore bay windows and her silvertones, scintilating skies; bearing, wings to fly....
Beyound His colour splashed canvas of pastels, immortal stardust ? A twenty-first century love song.
Categories:
subliminally, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: