Best Teleports Poems
The universe rests inside the palm of a giant hand
and a god like breath blows across the top and through
a trillion stars planets and exploding suns.
A celestial storm rages to the magnitude of which not
a pair of blinking eyes ever witnessed until this moment in time.
Electricity surges through hidden fibre optic
nerves in a multicoloured galaxy leading to magnificent
displays of sparkling tones of green and rivers of deep purple.
Deeper within the most eccentric chaotic fusion of elements
possibly imaginable is a life form
an entity that exists outside the constraints of time and physical
spacial matter. All of which that is resticted by the laws of time
cannot be the centre in that which creation spontaneously erupted
but more a multi dimensional interactive cinematic experience.
Ancient knowledge teleports through an infinite wave of conciousness
waiting for a master locksmith to enter the void of indisputable
truth. Billions of tonnes of matter free fall in to black holes , some
of it being just space trash the other being a living organism with
its very own consciousness creating the separation in principles
of quantum mechanics and the theory of relativity.
From the outsiders perspective everthing disintergrates
into ash in a blazing inferno while from the eye of the
falling a moment of no gravity seems to last forever.
Living according to such principles which can be easily
altered once certain mathematical and scientific boundaries
are surpassed really has you believing anything is possible.
And believe me from what im about to tell you it is.
What it super hero's really did exist
I totally believe it would be cool until one of them got pissed,
Like the Hulk he is big and green
Then you have the villain's who can be really mean,
Superman flies and has massive strength
In the fantastic four you have Mr.Fantastic that can stretch any length,
And then there is Batman the man in black who knows how to hide
Oh the Ghost Rider who flames and knows how to ride,
The way Spider Man can use his web to swing from place to place
Each one has their own ways of protecting the worlds race,
It would be nice to have fantasy super hero's to be there for us
Like Wolverine who will claw you if you make a fuss,
Cyclopes has x-ray eyes that will burn you if you are bad
And Storm who will brew up a storm if you make her mad,
I do love Night Crawler who teleports totally fast
Magneto who has magnetic powers that last,
The invisible woman you cannot see not even on a wire,
These are fantasy hero's who have been drawn and made to seem real
Of course jean Gray has the power to sense what you feel,
Silver Surfer has a surf board to glide through the cosmos
I do wish all these fantasy hero's were real
But in Reality we have our Military hero's who really know what we feel.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Our aspect of ‘I’, within the third eye,
connected to heart, joy bubbling therein,
transmuting self, as divine love draws nigh,
wherein bliss ignition cascades within,
radiating from each pore of our skin.
That that is, defies delineation,
bliss renewal in continuation,
teleports us to zenith of rapture,
becoming thus, our orientation,
an open secret, thoughts cannot capture.
05-May-2021
tonight the full moon
transmutes every living form ~
bliss beats rise within
gentle wafting breeze
teleports love’s elixir ~
setting hearts aflame
mother earth exudes
beauteous fragrance sublime ~
magic everywhere
universe conspires
revealing to us at last ~
soul as living light
the vast void looks on ~
with each breath reborn
03-May-2023
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Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
betwixt two heartbeats of time
shimmering space holds its breath
we hold eternity in the palm of our hand
presence immanent and transcendent
teleports us to the promised land
03-March-2023
entrancing
*For all those instances when poetry teleports mind, heart and soul to a parallel universe*
September 4, 2020
One Word Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Flying on a broomstick the witch goes high
Seemingly through to the moon and above
She cackles a laugh as she moves onward
Below her flies nimble bats without love
A blood sucker awaiting her return
So he can become the greatest vampire
Outside the haunted mansion sits pumpkins
All lit for this night, for evil desire
Door opens, there seems to be no one there
A ghostly outline stands in its own place
As if by quick lightning the witch appears
Holding a spell to cover all this space
She finds the wondering bat, to convert
Making him the greatest vampire ever
Power envelopes all about himself
He enters the house to find more power
Once energized, through the evil controls
He teleports into the nearby town
Here he will feed on the young innocents
And make each soul of theirs his very own
After the collection he returns home
And puts the victims into crystal ball
So the dark witch can use them as lost ghosts
To play evil throughout the land and all
All that’s left is smiling jack-o-lanterns
To carry dead spirits within its core
They’re placed at most houses within the world
To complete the spell, the spirit will roar
Russell Sivey
Jiggling as easy as green Jell-O,
Wiggling in front of a hardy fellow,
I am wearing my fancy pants all yellow.
Dancing my way toward calm and mellow.
Transported to another better place
I shoot myself as a rocket into outer space
If you are coming, please pick up the pace
If not, you, I might have to replace.
Mother nature teleports me into a tree.
I sit looking down on your friend and thee.
You say there is nothing happening, but wait. Wheel!
You seem to like her much better than me!
I am glad to see a new perspective today.
I am now going to disappear, going away.
It should not make you sad or feel gray.
This gives you an opportunity to play.
Jiggling and wiggling my way to the truth
Was better for you and your new friend Ruth.
It was better for me; I guess I’ll have some Vermouth
This opens my eyes; I feel I am a say-sooth.
Let’s both be true, and call it like it is.
What we had is over, gone up in fizz.
Now you are happy, and so am I.
No one is to blame and this is good-bye.
Earth life but a beauteous dance
Wherein we opt to enter trance
To feel pangs of separation
Until head and heart reach balance
Love God’s force, binding creation
Offers us gentle suggestion
That do not size, just vaporise
Union then births bliss ignition
Ego urges bundle of lies
Cessation the way, spake monks wise
Thus getting out of our own way
God teleports us to new highs
Immersed in prayer, night and day
Erst fears and desires drop away
In timeless time, we merge with God
Delight in love, as our mainstay
21-February-2022
He is an odd little guy; looks distorted.
Having no fear, I approach him.
We speak through telepathy, not words.
He tells me time travelled from B.C.
How does he know that? I wonder.
He laughs, and I smile. He is an alien, but harmless.
Terrified of cars, dogs, sirens, and street lights.
I wonder what will not terrify him.
Central Park is okay until it gets busy.
He is scared of the fast-moving joggers,
and the old people on park benches.
They did not have old people in B.C. I guess.
I take him to my apartment where he is frightened of
TV, computer, the mixer, a stapler, and almost everything else.
I get him a fuzzy blanket and let him have a little nap.
He teleports during the nap, relieving us both.
Bliss enlivened magnetic pulsations
Playfully dance in energy pathways
Gripping us therein by night and day
Transfixing us in heightened rapture
Holy Spirit caresses each cell within
At first we thought all feel at we do
Then realised that it is not quite so
So we began affirming this knowing
But like Plato's allegory of the cave
We found but few who chose to pair
The path's easy; we cease thinking
Shifting from head to heart, feeling
Discarding every conditioned belief
Rekindling God's flame of love within
Recognising simple truth of oneness
Dance of polarities within our form
Entwined with flow of soma nectar
Teleports us to a bliss zone tranquil
Vibrant thus in world yet detached
We become here now the twice born
03-January-2023
tender touch
magnetic heat rising
all sheaths of consciousness now aflame
purring bliss
love electricity
teleports us to heightened rapture
lower mind
melds with the glowing heart
the universe too sings with delight
joy replete
no doing to be done
dance of love and light in renewal
15-February-2021
Written for: images in parallel poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Parallelogram de Crystalline :
Four tercets, each with syllable count 3, 6, 9
she draws memories in melodies with her eyes.
she deceives the moon
with the stars,
backspace,
and the sun
back spaces
to lengthen her daylights of joy and shorten her nights of sadness.
the direction of her gravity is twisted,
she levitates when others fall.
she is my Great grandmother's grimoire
filled with magic and spells
there are explosions in her tongue
when she smiles
she laughs
the splendor of her grins teleports to thousands of souls on her palms
It's as if God is dancing in her bones.
She is not a glass
half full or
half empty.
She dreams in Numbers.
She is heaven and hell
cohabiting together in your chest.
She is the gaps between the stitches of wounds.
She's not what lies underneath your scabs.
She's a womxn,
not scorned.
Poetic Rea
Bindu, third eye, heart and crown glisten
As we feel pulse of bliss beats quicken
An enlivened spine and tingling eyes
Teleports presence to new highs
We care and therefore share
Of such awareness self-aware
Yet what use is vicarious knowing
In being, becoming, we keep on flowing
20-January-2023
What words are apt, to transfer emotion
Where lies the fulcrum of throbbing vibrance
What makes cessation, lead to elation
Which hue of dusk, triggers its remembrance
Soft brilliant hues of spiritual light
Invisible flickers in space are known
Ignition renewal through day and night
Rapture beyond measure, we alone own
Pranic pathways within, coming alive
Wisdom downloads and a ride in the void
Nodes within form, to music divine jive
Our thought rested awareness, by love buoyed
Such open secrets, hidden in plain sight
Teleports our heart to boundless delight
18-October-2021