Best Teleported Poems
They say a picture is worth a thousand words,
but let me tell you what a word is worth
Worth it all All of you
Eulogies of bygone days
Teleported feelings from here To there Here
from neurons to fingers
ligaments to pen
You look outside your moonlit window thinking When?
A nagging doubt
at what came out
Only to realize It was you All along
Paradoxically on the page
Drips of you on display Your mirror says Hello How do you do?
As you realize There is two
one in (brackets) one in
Exclamation!!!
!!!
... trailing behind Thoughts of varied choices Whispers of
(by the way)
and Let me think about this
Leading too What if I did This This or that
This is not how it's supposed to be
Me writing about me Writing about Me
The words come in six and twenty
Combinations of anxiety of pErPlExItY of
i nd e fina b i lit y
Divinity
That's all it is Not me Not you
Just echoes of God's creativity
FADING FADing fading ... bliss
An epiphany wrapped in How did I Did I?
No Of course not
You find the beauty in between dead
s p a c e s of life A word Just a word
That's what it's worth
Inspired by the Writings of Joseph Granda-Padron
Upon hours spent, little hope is lent
To a far more pleasing incandescent light
A hue of clockless space seen upon its face
Aggravating the light into a speckled fright
Futuristic visions, are merely illusions
Yet ne’er doth the lie cease to glisten
And many wait with a faith hard to trace
Lost in a teleported reverie of lasting confusion
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Hannibal Lecter than be in the presence of Homelander
He flew inside a doom plane full of innocent people
He stop the terrorist from commandeering and high jacking the plane
The pilot was shot in the back of the head and the last terrorist vaporize by our savior red shiny eyes
The plane was damage beyond repair somewhere around forty thousand feet in the air; give or take.
True colors started to emerge from beneath the underbelly of a damage inner diamond core soul
His partner Maeve attempted to save two young souls from utter destruction and non-existence but her request were denied
If Homelander had allowed the two souls to be saved more than likely they would have reveal to the entire world his true identity and secret
Which were that among us mortal being on this planet we call home there lies a demon in out mist who is covered in rose pedals and love by it's citizens
Abandoning all those doom souls I watched from both near and afar as did most others in utter disbelief and horror
With great powers comes great responsibility or so I were told; yet the utter disregard for human souls hunts me even to this day
The screams for a savior that never were; a pretender cloak in a super hero's uniform flew away as quickly as he could with his partner in crime
The plane continue to fall further and further as the wind sheer started to blow away the fuselage and the plane begin to break up
My powers of teleportation were of no used to these doom souls as they only allowed for me to utilized this incredible ability
I had sat quietly as the carnage which is Homelander and his partner Maeve left all those people to die; the darkness of evil I had witness among others
Even closer to the ocean now I could smell the salt water fumigating through the cracks and broken glass windows as the plane continue to break apart
The neutral evil which is what Homelander personifies nauseated me to my core as I teleported away in shame to one of the Hawaiian beaches and yet the nightmare will forever remain.
Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 9.24.2020
On the starship Enterprise,
with Captain Kirk and Spock by my side,
all decided to go for a fast ride,
teleporting us back because Bones had died,
But before we went we let Spock do the cremation,
since he had a very good imagination,
flying as close as we could to the sun,
Bones corpse was hung out on a ladder rung,
This was in his will the way he wanted it,
that way we'd travel light back to his home planet,
traveling back with just his ashes in a space urn,
all of us having a tan from the sunburn,
We wore our funeral clothes on the way,
and brought a change of clothing for just one day,
and keeping our dental hygiene routine up,
brought along our handy space toothbrush,
It was so sad to say good-bye to Bones,
but his family was awful glad we brought him home,
he was our doc on the Enterprise for so long,
we'd sure miss him and his off-key songs!
We decided to go back to the ship the next day,
just the two of us and an earthly paper that we saved,
Spock staying behind to go to a doctor college,
while we teleported back racking up some more space mileage.
1-10-17
We were oh! So bored
With the war game on the net;
The other players fuzz-faced lads
Bent on slaughter.
Then we teleported to Freisland
And landed in his back-yard …
No escape … terrified …
Rabbits in his headlamps.
This fearsome Swiss Baron
Swatted and teased us;
Played with us as cats do
With baby mice …
But as we played, the Baron and I
Came to a mutual respect …
Me for his mastery,
Cycnus for my guile.
He won, of course.
He was the great Baron Cycnus!
I was just another noob …
Blood in the dust.
Now he’s destroyed me,
I can get my real life back,
And do all those things neglected
While I played with Cycnus.
But next time …
If there is a next time …
I’m on the Baron’s side!
It was a rainy thursday when we rode a jeepney
We saw a boy scout seating in front of me
He was very cute and chubby
Wearing his boy scout attire incompletely
He was a kid who looks innocently
His blue bag was on his back while he was seating chilly
He observes everything silently
With his stunning Utopian round eyes that opens widely
His color was not too dark and not too lightly
His round face was created symmetrically
The angle of his nose is on a nice degree
His pinkish lips fits on his face perfectly
His haircut follows school rules correctly
And he wears himself neatly,
He catches our attention so easily
Thus me and my friend was amused constantly.
Until we reached our trips extremity
We are shock cause we and the boy scout has a destination equality
So he go out first and we follow intentionally
For we want to see him until we depart totally
As he go down out of the jeepney,
We saw him going on a right direction precisely
But just after him, we go down out of the jeepney
Yet in a span of a second we didn't see him anymore, he was gone unknowingly
We look in all directions fast and carefully
But our senses failed to track the scout: we didn't saw him and we didn't heard any noise from a running boy, he disappeared totally!
The right direction was part of a street and it was blocked so if he go there we must see him in reality
We are thinking all the what if's logically
But after all we cannot decline impossibility
What we experience is truly extraordinary
The boy scout transcended our fast eyes, does he teleported and gone swiftly? is he a time traveler? or we are just played by our own fantasy?
I was born decades ago.
When boychild wad was a being.
'No community survives without a boy'
The phrase I used to hear.
I envied the boychild.
Soon the value teleported.
Into the thin air not to be seen.
Today the opposite I see.
The gender I desliked,
The societies' preference.
Day after day, the boy is a looser.
From home to school.
Within and without.
No one to stand for the boychild.
Boys raped day after day,
No activist put it out.
Boys taken to court.
No lawyer speaks for him.
Innocent boys rotting in jail.
His education not left behind.
Every motivation skewed to the girl.
Every activist is feminist.
His performance dwindles.
No one attempts to find the roots.
I speak for the boychild.
?@Kipngeno Robin.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
Welcome! Please come in
Take a seat and let the fun begin.
We make them in any shape, color and size
Please, come this way for the grand surprise.
In these chambers we produce the best in the land
We have supersized muscles for their arms and hands
The absolute power person is born in this place
We have taken the old and simply erased.
With modern science we can do just about anything
We produce babies who sing and even flying ones with wings
Just supply us with some DNA to make your purchase your own
We even match up your biological skin tone.
Your child will be complete in a week or two
It depends on what else you want us to do.
Some people want the specialties… enlisted for the best
Some want to keep it simple, just like the rest
But I am currently working on the fiercest baby of all
He won’t cry, wine or fret he will skip the stage of crawl
A child with no emotions trained for war
It’s an experiment if you will
But then again aren’t they all?
This child will be brewed for combat, one of our finest machines
If he gets shot… he won’t even scream
He will go in to battle fearless and legit
He won’t feel if he is cut, broken or hit
He will keep on fighting until the very death
He will be the last man standing when there is no one else left
As time goes on he will be able to delete memory
So nothing in battle will keep him in captivity
His upper thighs will have a switch
That turns on his camera eyes
This will be used to capture the spies
And his bones will be stronger then steal
If his skin gets punctured it will automatically heal
No need for a Dr. Nurse or homecare
The best part is he will be transported to here and there
Where ever he is needed at the moment in war time
He will be teleported to especially to escape a crime
Think of the wonders that this man will be able to do
This will be every general dream come true.
But it is crucial that we monitor the first of his breed
After all this is science and at times it can mislead.
I will adopt him first and see how it goes
I will train him from birth until he grows
And maybe in 20 years from now you will want a child like him
The critics will go crazy calling him a sin
Ahhhh, but all is fair in love and war
And this my friends is what my child will be made for.
By: sabina
In the middle of deep dark woods
Beneath the clumsy, capricious clouds
A wacky, wiggly passage leads
To a captivating, cavernous ground
There dwells a divine dreamy Ipomoea__
With the sunset, she gets herself unwrap__
To brew with love, in her beaming lucent lap
Some nifty, nebulous Ambrosia
Pour one drop of it in your soul and soon___
You'll see a surreptitious door in the middle of thin air
Climb it__ embrace it___ no need to fear
And boom___ you are teleported to a river on the moon
Night Elves in gossamer gowns sing by the brink too
Ssshh! listen to the sweetest song, the calmest tune
Swim and watch the ethereal flies hovering over you
Until you are inebriated by river of the moon
The secret river, seen by none
But those with a tender heart
Purest of thoughts and sweetest clarion
And who love the universe __ till the very end
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, 04-29-21)
Note:
IPOMOEA ALBA is a flower, also called moonflower or moon vine)
Ambrosia (in Greek mythology) is the food or drink of the Greek gods, often depicted as conferring longevity or immortality upon whoever consumed it. It was brought by doves and served at the heavenly feast.
A translucent bluish-white mineral with a mysterious sheen
I hear them rustling behind heaven's plisse,
fabric seersucker curtains, opaque but unlaced
One breath and suddenly
I'm a teleported being
letting go of all faculties and senses;
A prayer on the lips searching for everlasting hope.
These precious substances of color and charm
both calm and confident, ignite the soul
and usher it to peace, love, and harmony.
Filled with Goddess energy
exuding warm tones of luminescent, ephemeral light
the hand receives what the eyes have encased
lost inside clairaudient auditory movements
Moonstone Melodies;
Yokiko reveries fill me like no other
listen to the sound they make
Angels dressed in crinoline gowns,
swooshing and spreading light
everywhere...
Lost in their chime like sound of tinkling glass
they are un-comparable,
A thousand stars of heaven could never compare
to these moonstone gems,
who seem to claim the heart bit by bit
and then, all at once.
Your only four feet tall and you got a red nose taunts the scarlet witch
"But I have antlers strong & sturdy and I can outshine a blood moon anytime "
You can buck your horns but you can't deliver you silly caribou, she teases
"I am a legendary luminous being of light and I can see very well, every night "
You should be returned to isolation, Santa wouldn't use you , you rangifer twit
(sigh) if must you know, I was teleported to the North Pole, chosen by Santa !
(Wanda the scarlet witch who was only trying to toughen his hyde
decided to transport him to Wundagore Mountain
to see if he could survive the mountain goats out there !
"W000, what the dickens am I doing in the alps ? Yoo hoo, Oh Santa ! "
She stirred the four winds & blew across the fifty seas ,then whispered
to Rudolph, " are we done yet ?"
"I'm a reindeer, not a moose " (though by now he appeared more to be
pretty dusty, tired & worn, he didn't let up and he didn't give in.
When Xmas Eve arrived, Santa's sleigh with its Light Detection spotted
Rudolph and scooped down to pick him up.
From way up there in that wondrous sphere Rudolph waved to Wanda
below, then realized she was grinning from ear to ear.
In her ruby red dress she looked radiant. Like the first day they met,
on a fantastical journey. To drink tea and eat burntys together.
By the light of His ruby red nose.
That gilded cage
with its…
heavy quilted,
ironclad armour
is Home
to her soul
She's been busy
racking up layers
while her soul burrows
deeper
and deeper
yielding to the cage's allure
as it whirls through
timeless wormholes
birthed by life's orbit
Her soul carries on
swimming through
Sands of eternity
Oblivious
to the obvious realities
that cage is a Shield
though at times
it obscures the view
in its cleft, a haven is found
by a soul
yearning for silence
and nursing a craving
for stillness
This chest feels empty at times
the emptiness speak volumes
it’s the kind
that never ever lets up
it’s loudly echoed
by the heart's throb
as it obediently irrigates a life
a duty
that will not be deprived
This prison is a Safe house
entry is denied to most
it’s limited to a selected few
and that
after meticulous scrutiny
exits are but a fantasy
and thus glisten
with the appeal
of the unattainable
One fateful day
her soul
in a trance
teleported into an abyss
of quickened desire
where a glimmer
of unfounded hope
sparked a wisp of courage
Her soul rose
to the occasion
and offered its fears
for a sacramental sacrifice
as its terrors rose
to the surface, she
cradled it in her arms
to soothe it
with gentle crooning
Her song a mantra of rebirth
Of a buried seed
that in time sprouts
and shoots past its confines
When it finally matures,
it will sow it’s seed
to the wind
while its fluff takes to the skies
and beyond
its roots will nourish
the womb of the mother
Her lullaby purified the sacrifice
as darkness fell
upon the cage
turning it into a cozy
cocoon…
While her soul
hibernated
She
in patience
stood sentinel
armed with love
to keep the terrors at bay
as nature sows it’s wild oats
This heart is a Fortress
that serves her soul
while it mans the post
It will remain
on ice
Such is our meditation art
We invite God into our heart
Then we shift into his abode
On feeling bliss ignition start
This path’s pathless, there is no road
Each breath we take, to God an ode
Standing still, we be to become
The bliss flame, striking mother lode
Bliss beats strum, hark the cosmic drum
Heart’s door open bids love welcome
Our delight, hidden in plain sight
With nary a care for outcome
Teleported to zenith height
By bliss cascading day and night
Vaporised self is one with God
In His domain of love and light
02-September-2022
Freeze the frame of bliss, in the vibrant void
oh hermit, that heart may pulsate with joy,
no longer then by fears and desires toyed,
soul presence having no cause to be coy.
As bliss cascades within by day and night
as a benediction bestowed by God,
we’re teleported to zenith like height,
plunging into divine embrace unshod.
The bliss Ouroboros consumes itself,
renewing life, rising like the Phoenix,
flame eternal, power of God Himself,
propels soul heavenward through life’s matrix.
Step into cave of heart, to share love’s flame ~
Touched by Spirit, we’ll never then the same
18-August-2022