Best Telepathy Poems
Harmony composed through lifes breathful chords thus written....
Afore aligned in times melodic purpose of sync were ever borne!?
As all of creation now speaks entwined unto the designful reason's
In everflowings waters amid the winding paths of, what was
Transcending, what shall forever be ~
Sacred within this temple touched by divinities strategic hands
Voices whispering into the breeze their visions calling?!
Heavenly spirits; marking this place of eternity, deep, inside of me....
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....“Chi's Telepathy” ~
(Written for Jim Eslinger )
DEVOTION POEM 5, “Unspoken” ***** (for Jim Eslinger)
Young and new to each other,
There was always too much to say.
Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice
What so many friends remarked on when seeing
Those older couples staring at their water goblets
Or their fingers and never conversing —
What seemed
Not a breath spent one to the other...
Thus, we swore, we’d never ever be like that.
Until now, we are as the telepathy of time
Often does story — full with unspoken exchanges
And kindnesses, like when I want more coffee
And Jim has signaled a waiter before I signaled him,
Or there are things regarding our surroundings:
The commotion and din; or notes about raindrops;
And the phases of the moon; points of quality;
Jabs of conflict; moments of pain; and expressions
Of known love between us. Thus so,
Our lives joined
Evermore outside of dictionaries and essays,
Even overtopping poems...
We speak in being:
Together.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2020
Thanks be to God
In my head
a pale face grins.
Blue eyes smile
and again you win.
"Come to me now,"
my spirit hears.
"I'll meet you there."
"Yes, my dear."
"Say it's me you miss
and I'll send you a kiss."
"I'll tell you a joke
to lighten your yoke."
"And if you call me
my heart will hear.
I'll come quickly.
Never fear."
"Don't ever leave me,
but if you do,
leave your laughter
to see me through."
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2004
"All Rights Reserved"
you're so hidden
you're so afraid
i caught you staring at me
are you ready to downgrade?
you laughed and rolled your eyes back
as an accolade
have you used your fingers to tear apart
my accidental blockade?
boy, you didn't have to
there's a window just for you
a string with two cans
stuck under the shut glass
the window is locked, but the string's still there
tell me about your messed up hair
'cause you know i know it's fine
it's so fine, damn
you made a witty joke
what a handsome scam
deprive me of my thoughts
drain my blood, don't let it clot
is it gaslighting if you know i'm gone?
if you know it's right, is it wrong?
if you heard it, were there really words?
is it conversation if no one talks first?
is it sci-fi if i've done it mentally?
is it not if there's unreal chemistry?
baby, you have to choose
but i already know your choice
i saw it when you came
when you looked at me in your fantasies
you didn't say it
but i know what you said
without the words, you told me
we're users of telepathy
I walk a solitary path, a reclusive soul/
Lonely whispers echo where shadows console/
Nobody speaks, nobody sees/
I'm lost in their world, like a silent breeze/
In public, I vanish, an invisible man/
An outcast, a shadow in their grander plans/
Yet within me burns a heart so true/
A Romeo's passion, longing for breakthrough/
I may be deaf, but I hear through skies/
Telepathy bridges what hearing denies/
My silent ears, tune to unspoken sound/
A mind reader, a Psychic yet deaf/
I hear you, feel you, though silence surrounds/
Don't hate me, don't judge what you think you know/
Don't let my deafness mark me with woe/
For I am not less, and I am not weak/
A soul in the shadows, yearning to speak/
The journey stretches, endless and long/
Loneliness binds, but I remain strong/
A road of solitude, yet I've always known/
The quiet holds power, it's my own/
Cerebral magnetic attraction,
our minds are drawn to one another
I love the way your mind works,
as do you love mine
Mental synchronicity
is a beautiful thing to achieve
Blissful harmony
Our minds meld as one
when you merge with me
It feels good to think your thoughts,
things you desire of me
Then I reflexively know what to do,
how to completely satisfy you
With never a word spoken between us two
Let us touch telepathically,
look into my mind,
and tell me you love what you see
We are two corporeal bodies
Neural synaptic integration is how
foreplay to our lovemaking is done
Pure telepathy
You want me to caress your thoughts,
embrace the electrical energy
that your mind produce
I feel your theta waves
rise to the apex excitation phase
Orgasmic serotonin release
Pleasurable sensations
explode in our minds simultaneously
So in tune with each other empathically,
we stoke fires of desire with pure telepathy
This is how we make love in the 24th century
A telepathy
"To telepathy of your love, my heart wildly flutters".
I feel your touch
as breeze caresses,
first ray of sunlight
you send to enlighten,
No distance
can undo my longing,
I dance to the tune
of your magnetic vibes ...
Written Sept 6th, 2016
For contest "One and one"
Sponsor - Rick Parise
Now entered for contest "your best free verse love poem-2"
Sponsor- John Hamilton
T earing at the seams to scratch its way inside
E mpty hollow being with the lonliness that I hide
L istening without seeing, tortured in all of thought
E very single thing is now whatever that it's not
P rogrammed message beamed into the victims head
A nswers no longer seeking, still alive but sort of dead
T orture is the theme, Schizophrenia made by design
H earing so silently, sounds of something that arn't mine
E motions disappear as my feelings have passed away
T urning into the nothing which you see in me today
I ntels frequency wave disease, creating vegetables to remain
C oincidence born in consequence of the ouside in all my pain
bmdavey@10/27/19
Sound so softly yet audible enough to hear
The spectrum of words echoing between each ear
The voice gone unheard yet heard perfectly clear
Something within you now has become full of fear
When the little hairs stand up straight in attention
The mind automatically goes into a mode of prevention
As the evil lurks around you ponder its intention
Lost within the abuse of all the words never mentioned
The stomach muscles tighten as the panic starts to arise
Calm down the inner sickness, deep breath, shallow sighs
Fighting to regain control as your anxiety slowly dies
Clarifying the truth out of the sound that whispered lies
bmdavey@11/27/19
i can change your mind
i shape-shift
eyes meet
when you talk to the background noise
then it echoes in our underground community
it's just us
two clowns in a dress and suit
i know we're not alone but
meet me, faze me
read me, haze me
love me, love me
baby, baby
we're on our own
in a mirrored dimension
our brain waves are tangled
in safely-said allusions
dominance isn't real
just like the rest of us
i won't even kill the weeds
but, you're a tree of innocence
with a locked door and dark leaves
it's just us
two metal cans and an attached string
i know you are the one but
meet me, faze me
read me, haze me
love me, love me
baby, baby
we're on our own
in a mirrored dimension
our brain waves are tangled
in safely-said allusions
the ellipsis, it cut straight
made a mirror for its mace
wormhole, it made it through
it traced the nova's boom
you ethereal being
dragon-head, all-seeing
force mars into your eyes
so i'm attracted to your prize
it's just us
treading in a never-ending sea
we're using echolocation but
meet me, faze me
read me, haze me
love me, love me
baby, baby
we're on our own
in a mirrored dimension
our brain waves are tangled
in safely-said allusions
in safely-said allusions
in safely-said allusions
they'll never hear, it's only us
we're the only ones
My ears are sealed, forever bound by quiet/
A world of stillness, no sound can riot/
Yet my mind pulses, alive and aware/
With whispers and images you unknowingly share/
Every thought, unspoken and raw/
Every dream, every flaw/
They flow to me, a bittersweet stream/
Of joys, of sorrows, of hope, of esteem/
Your words, unuttered, cut me deep/
Your judgements linger, wounds that seep/
I yearn to mend the hate that you keep/
To wake the love in hearts asleep/
I see your regrets, the burdens you bear/
I glimpse the pain beneath the glare/
Life's weight is heavy, this much is true/
But why place that pain on me too/
For though I live in silence stark/
My soul is tender, it feels each mark/
So spare your scorn, your anger untamed/
There's kindness in you, don't leave it unnamed/
A parcel came to my address
But it was wrapped in colorful papers.
It looks so splendid.
With card of value a hard board tagged.
Gift offered indeed.
Where love of ray sets smile for a long.
Gift is a book of song.
She knows that I can sing a song with tune of melody.
When searched song of melancholy.
Her splendid gift wrapped with colorful paper reached to long.
She knew it very well that splendid gift will be book of song.
When my mail will be reach for receipt of gift.
Will whispers to friends and colleagues that my song will be broadcast.
A gain letter will come to telecast.
S he will be near television to look me fast.
Saroj khan[sakha]
When I have filled your brain to orgasmic capacity
the music fades the worries, of another day
softly, let me slip back into the depths of your mind
we slowly flow to the rhythm of the beat.
To hauntingly linger for an eternity
when I'm four hundred thought years from your mind
the feelings we have, will meet someday, until then
a vision from a distance; our kisses are precious memories.
We were not strangers, having met somewhere before
and choreographed this perfect dance.
as our eyes met
as our eyes met
a thunderous spark
detonated in my heart
a sudden tsunami
of years of ancient history
in some telepathic wave
taking my breath away
i understood in an instant
it had all been a charade
how things really happened
the day we met
IT WAS HE
who noticed me across the room
and elbowed his buddy
who haphazardly reacted to the nudge
by flashing his big bright smile my way
and it just so happened our eyes locked
changing history
yes IT WAS HE
who was going through a rough patch
encouraged his friend to pursue me
and offer me a ride home
that’s how i fell for the clown
but today years later
his eyes betrayed him revealing
IT WAS HE
who had been in love with me all along
and here i'd been duped
ironically a victim to my very own version
of the classic Cyrano de Bergerac love triangle
dazed i stood in staggering awe
of what could have been
Read on air by invitation ~ April 4, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
(reference to my favorite, the most wonderful and famous play CYRANO DE BERGERAC written by Edmond Rostand)
Barkley
He was barely nine weeks old
When Jim set him down inside the front door
And he came in, not timidly
To this new home with all its long-established
Smells, but he strut forward
As if he owned the place. And, so,
When it came to choosing his name, we
Decided to call this cocker-with-an-attitude
Barkley after Charles Barkley
Who ran onto courts as if he owned them,
Which he did.
So like this champion-bred spaniel
Who henceforth owned me. This
Longest-earred, rare tri-colored prince,
Who would lick my fingers one by one,
From thumb to pinky and lay guard over me
— With his ashes now set waiting
To be blown in the wind with mine — always
Kept me still as I stroked him, as some others might
Turn worry-stones in a pocket, to keep me steady
In challenged hours, as our telepathy
Spoke without a second’s delay, as if
God had planned the timing of
Our together,
So Barkley would strut on ahead to show me
I had nothing to fear.
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(C)sally Young eslinger 11/2020