Best Teleporting Poems
Humanity
The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline
Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their core
Runaway chain reactions, laying waste forever more
Be that as it must, cosmic cataclysms generate thrust
Comets are slightly nudged, on a collision course with us?
Ancients believed them omens, wraiths of impending slaughter
Those billion ton tailed curveballs, catalysed Earth with water
Modern man searches for answers, drowning in misnomers
Melding PhD honours, with chatbot E-diplomas
Teleporting entangled particles, throws back a hack
Time travelling marvel, rewinds the real Bronze Age back?
Absurdness seems lame, yet concomitantly germane
Hawking conserved energy, by merely using his brain
Newton had a bachelors, kept him celibate stable
He’d balls of steel for sure, alas no bearings on that cradle?
Information cannot be destroyed, only zeitgeists can
Synthesised is truth, in the malleable hands of man
Life’s more delicate, gravitas hidden behind a smile
Like tales that flightless birds, buried heads in denial
Ostriches evolved kick-ass legs, and win the biped race
They dig shallow pits in sand, not complex black holes in space
One squawked this revelation before zooming off to die:
“Humankind’s the sole species, with good reason to ask why”?
Teleporting into your giant...galaxy
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.
My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.
The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.
I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.
We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.
T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...
We become empty and void like vast space,
aided by bliss mists that suffuse our form
and there remain no tests, we need to ace,
as we’re cradled by divine currents warm.
Mind-body a vessel, in which dwells soul,
which first descends, before upward ascent
but to fulfil thus its ordained life role,
it must first and foremost, grant love consent.
Opposites dissolve when love’s manifest
and cravings of lower mind too recede,
whereupon we breeze through life in light jest,
allowing bliss beat pulsations to lead.
Flame of innocence in our heart aglow,
breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow.
Breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow,
witnessed by presence, with a tranquil eye,
as shedding resistance we gently flow,
observing false ego wither and die.
We alone witness our transmutation,
near and dear ones remaining unaware
of our soul’s divine entwined flirtation
and though we wish to share, no one can pair.
Our stance is stillness, in silence we burn,
feeling hidden nodes within come alive
and truths transcending mind, in time we learn,
as deeper and deeper in bliss we dive.
We write on, although we cannot translate,
sublime bliss rapture that does not abate.
Sublime bliss rapture that does not abate,
reverberates within by day and night,
asking but of us to keep our heart chaste,
whilst teleporting us to zenith height.
Synced with vibrations of the universe,
delighting in each offered sensation,
essence of presence sings a joyous verse,
as our spontaneous meditation.
Illumined within, is our central vein,
being both immanent and transcendent,
at the centre of which, heart free from stain,
radiates our inner light resplendent.
With no goals to chase nor puzzles to lace,
we become empty and void like vast space.
Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing him?
Changing every new annum, always was a unique kid
Sketching maps on living room, waltz with naval fleet
Dad wishing for a miniature of the neighbor's son
Planned
A spaceship to land on lands I never seen
Walk up to the random human like, "hey person
Why are you aiming your bow at that tree stem?
Which has been shot million times from an inch distance"
Used to scratch codes while I get my quarter back
Running with no goal, a referee in a soccer match
Watching television, used to stop for ads
To find a cheap way to get to America while I still operate
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Teleporting through a U tube, a chemical ruin
To somewhere, where they don't ask how they just ask 'when'?
Where they tell the truth when asked how they are doing
Religiously peaceful while the beef's stewing
Where love's marketed as branded
Not a highway to hell for your hippy grand kid
Where college is sweet and candied
Not a trainee residence for mid life crisis
Where a little bit of alcohol is not youthful devilry
Where feminine coconuts aren't censored for some cable tree
Where my mondays can't foretell my tuesdays
Where my funeral will not be like my forefather's, before new faces
I keep warning you, but you are like Eustace
Keep the status quo, yeah, my voyage will cost you a huge sum
But I will be happy, yes mom, yes, yes
I love you like weekends, but I live because of the weekdays
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
So,
one
of the
things I
miss the
most about
my childhood
is teleporting; do
you remember going
to sleep on the sofa and
then waking up in your bed
Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters
Sea
Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8
Jangling in strange confronting orbits
Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment
Peeling, ghostly skins of finest rice paper move in snapshots.
Antique movie projectors of the future in gleaming metal dimensions provide the beam of data.
Clear butterfly wing skins, of most delicate light composition drift away on sighing notes.
Northerly pinned eyes of cartoon snakes circle round their primitive crayon bodies, snakes scattered, handfuls of straw.
Ivy sneaks, moving snakelike, twisting embrace of delicate moving entwining, tiniest crimson leaves wave and cavort.
I brush them with my hand, a sigh, a shudder.
Rippling passes, a pleasant tremor of metaphysical nostalgia, exhaling-inhaling, large-small eyes go in tremulous quark orbits of no time.
Letters-Snakes-Ivy,
Changing, blue hues pass into yellow moons of eclipsing black-hole pupils.
It is another,another, another, another-another, other, forgetting-remembering, passing, fading, rebounding, incoming, trailing away…
Exultation of indistinct revelation.
Looking, hidden information lurks in creeping shadows that run when thought over.
Forearm falling trapeze into screaming meters, Terror/Enthronement beep rapidly, hyper strobes paralyzed awe droning to absurd levels.
Genie teleporting snapshots poof like insane santas blasting through never-ending chimney floors.
Cessation, Self, Other, Break, Form, Mystery, Spin
Only can appear if vanished first, no first can be found, cannot appear to vanish. Not vanishing, so never appearing.
I am back to myself, gazing at the arm. The arm, the letters, the snakes, the ivy do not contain the thing to know, they are.
I can only follow and behold.
A nation of millions, converted to the round table of a charmed circle
ruthlessness, propelling dictatorship in absolute efficacy
just an innocent blink is deserving of a cruel sentence
he escapes out of the republic, which is now a family directorate
the scars are the consequences of his choice of religion
blood stains his epidermis, ascribed on it, his tribe
the need to be free from a society where humanity is obsolete
cannot be debunked from the groans of his persecution
a writer, a poet and a doctor with cracking skills
his value distances liability for his new home to dance
a great one to be who you are without any high impact slam
his family, escapes with him from brutality’s enforcer
allegiance cannot be frugal, patriotism has changed its uniform
teleporting from death’s training ground, run with no air
he settles for a better one to enjoy life which comes only but once.
Awaking from sleep
We found ourselves here
For no reason at all
Grinning from ear to ear
Our joy was short-lived
As analytical mind took over
Encasing us in a cloud of dust
Stifling our hearts playful caper
Lethargy anchoring us in a comfort zone
Confining attention in a narrow domain
We soon became insentient to throb of love
Ingraining habits leaving our soul stained
Upon reaching the point of exhaustion
We chose cessation, nestled in silence
Therein, astonished at feeling magnetism
Teleporting us to bliss transcendence
Such dear friends, is the world within
A journey without linear movement
Wherein rapture of thunderous bliss ignition
Envelopes us in a sea of tranquil contentment
25-April-2021
Focusing on the void of no-thingness,
we remain as subject, without object,
self-aware thus in absolute stillness,
presence vaporised and our stance erect,
whereupon magnetic pulse we detect,
that combines with soma nectar within,
manifesting bliss bubbles on our skin,
teleporting us to boundless rapture,
in a realm where there is no noisy din;
nirvana, lower mind cannot capture.
18-March-2022
Four cats mew within; heed their voice,
although in truth, it is our choice.
The first resonates with God's love,
that head and heart be hand in glove,
enabling us to stand erect,
doing as conscience does direct.
The second mew dissolves ego,
to which we cling, loathe to forgo
cloak of ignorance, which we don,
until fears and desires are shorn.
The third cat's mew infuses bliss,
rapture as when two lovers kiss,
teleporting us to heaven,
through our in-form chakras seven.
The final mew is our soul's roar,
one with oneness, keeping no score.
20-February-2023
The Sacred Meow Society Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Eyes teleporting in zig zags
Spamming like daggers
Humanoid skull
Veins expanding out
Skeleton hand orbiting
Soul screaming
Love burning
Shrouded in darkness
It's hard to frame it in a picture
It's hard to add it in a mixture
Abstract emotions are swelling behind the light of my
retinas
Demonic angels i guess
A challenge to a game of chess
I'll chant a curse and I'll bless it
Abstractually speaking
Love has myriad hues,
joy and then empathy,
holding in tight embrace,
close friends and family;
those we greet face to face.
Love has myriad hues,
its nonjudgmental eye
radiates compassion
to one and all alike,
healing faces ashen.
Love has myriad hues
that transforms body-mind
into God's living light,
teleporting presence
to heavenly delight.
Love has myriad hues,
being light of our soul
and pure of heart know this,
that joy in permanence
bursts forth as bubbling bliss.
27-November-2022
Divine
bliss magnetism
bursts forth in bubbling joy,
teleporting consciousness thus
into unending spasms of ecstasy;
soma nectar dripping in heart
like waves of the ocean,
transforming soul
divine.
11-February-2022
Give me a Rictameter! Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
in the stillness of every night
we are enveloped by magnetism
teleporting formless consciousness
encompassing the absolute vastness
of both the manifest and the unmanifest
during the waking state at each moment
toroidal heart steadies the energy grid
felt as a humming magnetic implant
creating vital soma nectar divine
within each cell of feeble form
we share because we care
hoping some souls will pair
16-February-2023