Best Supernaturally Poems
"Puzzle Stomped"
Pieces scattered
placed on a table
with boundaries
between
the incarcerated margins
there are strict conditions
Time drips
its wet connection
each piece a stair fitted
imperfectly
perfect
towards upwards
new mirror reflection
a cracked heart piercing
the tear with savage dedication
behind her veil
the known Morpheus assails
her compromised senses
holding her captured
behind the external view
eyes blindfolded
the blue sashes now let loose
opening green windows to
free the redressed vicissitudes
to undress the crisp breeze of her
monk chanting wake
a new phantom arrives caressing secrets
gambled on a fresh Delius
composing his unfinished symphony
he’s looking for her singular notes
Somewhere,
he stands behind her
sharp as a needle,
cutting tall poppy
each step she takes
towards her freedom gate
In his hands he cups
the hidden
missing piece
The sewing of pages
she continues to bind
in her sleep
along a strong spine
turning and folding stories
uncommon ne'er sublime
their spelt magic
grows majestically spoilt
seeded from a sweet perfume
conducting intoxicating notes
stories flying black-winged
off all the slippery knaves
and wax-sealed pages
like ebony feathers
mummerating starlings
turn into suffocating
dream stealing
king crows smiling maces
She the Smythsewer
laying tenuous imprints
for a new road home
He the myth Beyond
shakes the game board
peace in pieces, a long forgotten song
the chance card thrown
the blanket of romance
thundering over a stormy mind grows
patch worked with glassed-in
jarred ghost bees, the old
puzzle of a story stomped on
He places his feet
firmly between hers
closing in on time
Beyond takes her hand
And sensually whispers
along all her fairest fears
sweeping all pieces off her
tattered story board
fallen irretrievable
forgotten
left lacking
on the harsh floor
Cum dederit
dilectis suis somnum,
Ecce haereditas
to the tune of fate
there is so much more
the words are sewn and sung
the child in time fled
long gone, as if all was pure fantasy
destiny arrives supernaturally too soon
Time for a new story
He says darkly
and swiftly closes
Past’s door.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Categories:
supernaturally, dream, fate, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
I have a home with bushel basket filled with human delights.
Toe shoes so old that still are so magically bright.
They are winking at me right now here in the night
And comfort me, when I feel a harmful, hateful, slight.
My studio Communion picture is staring at me.
A much young Panagiota,
So innocent, her days so divinelly carefree.
A photoraph of me on that very sad day, my Grandpa died,
I wept so hard, he was forever at my side.
There is nothing in this room, that has zero connection
to the past.
They all are still living things, and even their scents,
Magically, almost supernaturally~last and last.
I wish you all happiness, let all bitterness pass.
You are more than the face in the mirror of glass.
Panagiota Romios
4/30/ 2019
9:159m PST
Categories:
supernaturally, age, appreciation, grandfather, growth,
Form:
Couplet
“Concentration is the
very essence of poetry.”
—Amy Lowell
deadly deception
femme fatale flourished—
dynasties downfall!
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© Joseph, October 19, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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Categories:
supernaturally, history, life, philosophy
Form:
Senryu
God asked Noah to construct an ark
He provided him a detailed instruction
God gave him a head start, prior to construction
It would have three decks, a door and a window as its bench mark
Then Noah And Sons Ark Company (NASAC) began its task
The ark had no rudder, so the folks laughed at Noah and his boat
It needed no rudder to steer it, it only needed to float
“Umm, God do you think we can fix a rudder on this ark?” Noah ask
“Noah my son, this is where most folks missed my boat
To need a rudder means you know how to arrive at your destination
My son I will steer you to safety, I am your salvation
I’ll finance the project; here you are with the bank note”
So NASAC constructed the ark out of their comfort zone
But how did Noah get all the animals on board?
God supernaturally directed the animals like a horde
About 80,000 animals went in, each identical sexes like a clone
It was full with thousands of animals with a smell of a zoo
Most of the animals who took a nap during the weary ride were bored
The King Lion, the Eagle and the Elephants were the Executive board
The young pigeons in the ark often “coo”
But was old Noah sure it would rain? Was it a mystery?
Did he project the atmospheric weather forecast?
Noah was indeed a wise man, he began to broadcast
No one heeded and the flood did come; it was the worst disaster in history
How many would buy a Jaguar without a steering wheel?
Are you so wise fixing your own rudder?
To steer around the mountain you encounter?
Rest in Him, for He predestinated you for the good pleasure of His will
By faith Noah, being divinely warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became a heir of the righteousness which comes by faith. Heb 11:7
Categories:
supernaturally, poems,
Form:
Quatrain
"Dead Star Compass"
When you’ve lost
your entire world
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.
we fought
on the front lines.
the Normals said
we were on a suicide mission;
not so, more like we joined
to feel something,
Human.
even
if it was
through
the fire of
others' pain.
those who thought
they weren’t lost,
had just lost their world,
without warning -
or so they thought,
in the blinding pitch
of those ignoble
and damaged
war torn dark night
dire days.
crying tears
of blood
for the loss
of their abducted
innocent children
let's not forget,
the petrified childhoods
they’d lost themselves,
without mercy,
to the unjustified unjust.
there was a place for
displaced perspective.
how shall I put it?
there came to those,
who were
poetically
disassociating,
in that terrible time,
the chronicles
of those long strung out
lost wasted days -
a unique
frame of reference
some might say,
an intuitive inner voice
commanding ghosts,
those surviving discards
covered in visible
and invisible bruises,
a strange need
to put on the armour of
an oddly solitary,
idiosyncratic, and
quite unexpected -
spiritual union?
Inside what remained
of the human heart,
the magnetised poles
like a compass spinning
revolutionary,
unexplained and fast -
hypnotised us,
the tainted discards,
supernaturally North,
towards that which
was long considered
a lost,
dead star.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
supernaturally, future, science fiction, star,
Form:
Narrative
(What Should I Believe?)
I sit here wondering,
About the sum of life, its delights, its strife,
Its pleasures fleeting, its joys receeding,
With grief impending, and my essence ending,
I sit here pondering
I do sit in wonder,
Time passing quickly, health turning sickly,
My youthfulness gone, my strength fading,
I tend to endure a fearful waiting,
And will soon be sewn asunder.
Life, sadly, seems useless - but yet,
There must be some purpose and meaning,
To mankinds struggles and scheming.
If truth did live with the stoic,
Would man sometimes be heroic,
And give to another his best,
Take anothers pain to his chest,
Can credit be claimed by blind fate?
What manner would anyone show,
But selfishness, greed and lust,
Make mockery of faith, hope and trust,
And with Sartre, debauchery claim,
The highest ideal to attain,
No kindness to ever bestow?
I'm encouraged now that I see,
A meaning to my life finally,
Some courage and kindness in me,
Surely, brought about supernaturally.
Good purpose my life did fulfill,
All bound up in my makers will.
Isa.54:16 - "Behold, I have created the smith
that bloweth the coals in the fire, and that bringeth forth an instrument for his work;
and I have created the waster to destroy."
Categories:
supernaturally, faith,
Form:
Epitaph
I’m lost in an unknown world where I am not a stranger
Citizen of love recognize and value by all
People adore my knowledge about my country
As several relationships has been fabricate and re-established
‘Master of love’ I was called
All these is claim until I met her
She is the perfection of beauty
Angel amidst humanity
Her skin tone complements my dark complexion
Her hair kiss ass
Her dove eyes laid in between her pointed noise harmonized with long face and
double dimple
Her breast flow the ocean of life in fulfillment of the holy book
She is supernaturally endowed below
I Dream of living in her palace below and drink from milk of life above
I call her End of discussion
She is my desire yet confused of certainty
My heart fails not to confront with golden words
I’m scared of response
I’m not scared of No but Yes
Presently in the net of two relationship in the name of love
My golden words for her 'never to cheat'
Previous line contradict contemporary words
Confused heart, let go of previous love and regain my country?
Categories:
supernaturally, adventure, angel, art, august,
Form:
Free verse
The earth is round.
It is not flat on any given day of the year.
It is a very solid shaped sphere.
It is not going anywhere either.
Well, not at least for the next one thousand years.
The earth is a playground.
It is where the children of God were supposed to live and be free.
The plan was toppled suddenly when the snake took a bite out of Adam and Eve.
He lied. He whispered. He told them things that they were not ready to hear.
He caused the planet's resources to go up in smoke!
Think this is a joke?
The enemy lives inside a rotten apple core.
The core of the earth!
The earth is physically hollow but spiritually it is a solid hot mess.
An eternal resting place for the snake and his minions.
And that's not all either!
Anyone who is not willing to accept that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and died on the Cross at Calvary will end up there one day.
There is a very steep price to pay for those who reject the Creator and His Son.
The LORD is calling all of His children to come to an everlasting friendship with Him from the day they are born.
He is calling and tugging on their heart strings to get to know Him more!
If you refuse to accept Him and who He is to the rest of humanity then you had better learn more about what is located at the center of the earth.
Remember, it is rotten to the core.
It is supernaturally as hot as molten lava and the LORD wants all of us to repent of our sinful ways and get to know Him more.
Ask Jesus into your heart.
Ask Him to be the LORD of your life.
Ask Him to guide you day in and day out and help fill you with His Holy Spirit.
Allow Him to be the King of your life!
Tick, tock, tick tock,...
One day the earthly clock will stop.
It will burn with fire and the fallen ones will go to their forever resting place.
Do not be suckered into them dragging you to their special space.
Get down on your face and come before the Throne of Glory.
Do it today.
Gwendolen Song
5-13-17
Categories:
supernaturally, bible, earth, heart, space,
Form:
Free verse
Love you are the spark of starlight entering
the light that comes from your solar radiance
eclipsing a heart that overflows with warmth
orbiting space forever and always circle of joy
Behind the sun glowing through beams one picture
as a moon touches the soul smiling deeply captivated
supernaturally beholding extraordinary beauty appears
manifesting inside living breathing heartbeats
Categories:
supernaturally, angel, beauty, heart, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
Quantum mechanics proves that we can be put back to,
Particles, atoms, matter and gas by physical reactions,
But such indeterminism was fought by C S Lewis boldly,
Who used capitals mid-sentence for personifications.
He wanted to personify morality and the virtues,
So said Right and Justice to detach the judge,
From the justice, from the boyfriend or the neighbour,
So that from Hawking we would in some way budge.
But libertarianism contravenes philosophical necessarianism,
By forwarding that we all have alternative possible actions.
Says we’re not predetermined by prior events and engagements,
Through a divine agent that coalesces and notions,
That truth is out there is a fact, out with our command,
But truth is real, essentially original, humanly discovered;
A god cannot call it or claim its curvature or inception,
Because an agent would make our interpretation blurred.
Truth is not solely objective, bestowed supernaturally,
But is a human relativity which we believe, tell or embody;
We all have our own being which can reap desolation,
Or liberation, if we choose to personify it for somebody.
Categories:
supernaturally, future, god, people, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not a curdled crisp. Boot not a rebooted tooting train. For trains are teams and team is neither a steam locomotive nor a mystified heron on a penny farthing. Part board part hoard and a collapsing crash of hands. Figure a fakery is an idiomatic meaning of a didactic form of unilaterally placed flowers. And the beak says hi. But not before the fire arrives in a bowl of plankton. At noon. In a square. If travelling in a circular ship travel light and only carry one tray, one mug, a beaker, a wheel, and a supernaturally charged frog. Interesting to note how the enhanced forms of wit is involved in intergalactic war games. Playing on a two ton tea towel. Very very heavy. Heavy rock and heavy metal is in a school eating cereal at the back of a classroom. Haha. And the deafening boom of bell brings balls to halls and hallowed singing in a line. Youth yawn yearly. And a little micro dot of a hedgehog plays the bass guitar with a sparrow, a nine foot semi eroded dustbin, a mentally disturbed earwig, a corrupted cucumber, and a non digestible house brick. Wow. Such enlightenment from a factory of frozen peas. Hahaha the wine is in the winds. Hahaha message board secret speaking to a pen. Hahaha number of stolen goods dancing with the police. How apolitical and jar of gold coasting coats. Xxxxx Palladian ponies. Xxxxx geometrical gnome. Xxxxx synchronous swanky swans. X uncharacteristically z z z z z. At 689% of a slice of pear cider. Personified x
Categories:
supernaturally, april, arabic, art, august,
Form:
Daniel Joshua and Jonah
(children's song music & lyrics by Joan Donnelly 1991)
Verse 1
Now Daniel was thrown to the Lions but he was in God's care
Daniel prayed to God three times a day and Jesus heard his prayer
Jesus locked the lion's jaw tight because Daniel did what was right
And the King arrived and set Daniel free ...safe in the King's arms Daniel did flee.
Chorus 1:
You can now hear Daniel praising:
Oh Halleluiah, You scareded dat, awsul bad, maded me mad, that awsul bad lion away.
Verse 2:
Now Jonah was a rebel who refused to obey
Then he woke up in the belly of a whale swimming 'round in his tears 3 days
God sent the whale to Nineveh where he spat Jonah out from his insides
Cuz Jonah said he'd obey God and spread the gospel to the Ninevites
Who turned from wickedness and God saved their hides
Chorus 2:
Oh Halleluiah Jesus, Jonah sang, I love you
You opened the mouth of the whale and rescued me
Cuz I'm too good for blubber stew.
Verse 3:
Now Joshua was an Israeli soldier and a gem to God was he
Joshua and army marched 'round the walls of Jericho 'til they tumbled supernaturally
And God never, never, never, never, never, never , never ignores those who repent and pray
Jesus sanctifies, and he purifies cuz He is the Light and the Truth and the Way.
Chorus 3:
Oh Halleluiah Jesus I love You ooo hoo hoo hoo
Oh Halleluiah I love You, I love You, I love You
Categories:
supernaturally, bible, children, song, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
With the self declared bomoh king around, smiles are going around...
Vigorously shared are pictures of his quirky aids and aides gathered round....
One widely circulated pictures the venerated one holding up a magical vase ....
Plain looking yet with mystical powers you could never have guessed....
This time the exalted one has deign to offer earlier a press session....
A genuine effort on his part to better inform us all of his good intention..
It is within his will and intention that Malaysians should suffer the haze no more...
Never fear, he's the bomoh king, he is here for us in order that we suffer no more..
Once he and his aides get into their mystical antics with religious rites next....
Why, expect nothing less than all round crystal clear and blue skies next...
His precious mystical vase will draw in all that cursed haze and dust...
He will supernaturally clear the skies and heavens of all the haze and dust...
All that invisibility problem at the airports will be a thing of the past...
With him around, all ye people shall get to sleep safe and sound that last...
Hip, hip hooray! Hooray to our most exalted learned one rushing to our aid...
Like a superhero in a fantasy novel flying in to give much needed aid...
Malaysians all countryside wide, look up, look ahead and be relieved...
Bomoh king and his aides come to the rescue and all ye people, believe!
A tribute in jest to the local shaman who endeavours to clear the skies of unhealthy and thick haze over Malaysia and her neighbours here in SE Asia. His latest antics brought more fame or rather more infamy to Malaysia....
Categories:
supernaturally, celebration, character, community, crazy,
Form:
Narrative
Quote: Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius
A Water Fall is an awesome example of a supernaturally engineered portrait, captured by time and space, and displayed in a living masterful frame. It's inhuman but embraces a sight of wonderment; a sound that's 'forever hoped for'; a taste of 'peace unbroken' with nothing missing; a feeling 'undeniably enduring and soothing', and a 'to-die-for fragrance' of 'once upon a time'.
There is a beauty, crafted and hand-painted by the same fingers that formed me. It's an ever-moving and massive flow of living waters. Falling water, not to break or disintegrate, but divinely programmed to continue its flow to places far and wide with no place to hide.
There is no moon-controlled wave after wave of high and low tides, and whoever decides can come along for the ride. It speaks to longing and searching questions from deep within. It utters shouts of inquisitions such as: "O soul of mine, from whence cometh thou?" "What and where is your source, O gentle soul?" "And if the Water Falls have a source of origin and a point of destiny, does not indeed my soul also have a source of beginning?" O indeed, the Water Falls answer 'Yes' to me, saying, "O yes, you like I, the Water Fall, are handmade by our Maker, and absolutely nothing can deny us of our final destiny.
And so, I observe all of God's creation; and if I, like nature, continue saying 'Yes" to Him, all shall be forever well. Though our courses may toss and turn, our flows proceed. I imagine a gentle creek bed evolving into a river,
twisting and turning down-stream where it confluences with another river
and immortalizes its true identity and increases the power of its flow until reaching the edge of a cliff, where an expanse of earth is broken apart with an awaiting trench below.
Below, a new assignment of creative genius begins as a turbine is turned by rushing waters providing fresh energy. And new lights dispel the darkness.
Categories:
supernaturally, freedom, nature, water,
Form:
Prose
Put your faith in The Faithful
That you may expect Truth from the Truthful
For among men are resilient respondents
Who may crumble into dependent despondents
In the glare of weighty demands
Impatience and unforgiving reprimands
Only God can fully satisfy man
For his needs and appetites are greater than
Any man's positive attitude
Or all of men's collective fortitude
For we all need our heads supernaturally raised
And our steps immaculately paced
Categories:
supernaturally, christian, confidence, faith,
Form:
Couplet