Best Theta Poems
Without gravity
there would be no fallen angels
the something that always
pulls me back to you
love at first sight
it was gravity
not the earth pulling me to you...
I wish to be your word
the logos
your alpha and omega
to write I love you
in hieroglyphics
three bird letters...
Balanced are we
by mutual attraction
in circles we spin
the dance of lovers
we are a Tibetan mantra
the smile our bodies make...
Gravity is an affinity
the attraction of one thing to another
as a planet to a star
me to you...
Approaching infinity
Theta or love
harmony out of chaos
instead of the big bang
maybe it was more
like a feminine sigh
a sweet song
like a breeze in a field..
Love pulls me like gravity
to the smell of your hair
to the sound of your voice
taste of your lips
cool nights by the sea...
with you the stars
come closer at night
in your eyes of reflection
I sink into infinity
infinite delicate elements
glaring at the stars for evidence...
A space without pretentiousness
infinity is endless
gravity a symphony played brilliantly
loving you is divinity...
~ ~
Categories:
theta, beautiful, love, space, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Words would remain caged as her eyes gazed at mine
She resided in my Maths and Science book back in Grade nine
She visited me in my sleep; my dreams were no longer mine
According to my mom, my grades were no longer fine
She solved simultaneous equations for me with her exquisite smile
Took over my Trigonometry, I was Sine while she became Cosine
Theta became love to this heart of mine
Selfishness took over; the strategy was to make her mine
Formed new Laws of Physics, the attraction I could no longer hide
Dark brown watery eyes that made my feet lose a straight line
She remained the X Axis and I the Y Axis that never intersected her line
I could claim that she eventually became mine
but gravity took over as this love intertwined
I fell so hard but I was fortunate to be rescued by this pen of mine
I guess she will never know, Phumlani Mthethwa
Categories:
theta, math, science,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a potential so pure in your nature
that it be nexus between diviner and rapture
where freedom finds the fire of Prime Creator
deep in the brain's interior, a glandular mind expander
crossfertilizer of electrochemical ego and soul sorcerer,
the pineal pinnacle, receptor of solar miracle, regulator of the nocturnal wanderer
it is the tip of your spinal staff, the lituus which levies the chakra current into hypermatter,
33 skeletal sigils bridge the neural signals from root to bloom in the theta theater
as an inner vision of ajna becomes an outter creation of prajna in an unfailing future
with liberty being the law of wherewithal in a world wanting war with the philosopher,
passion becomes the parchment that your rights are riddled upon in cosmic character
unalienable imagination, undeniable in purification of reason unleashing the lotus tiger
into landscapes of raw physics where starry scriptures are alive in the instincts of an originator -
J.A.B.
Categories:
theta, magic,
Form:
Didactic
Such is the universal language -
if music is Love,
and if thy deity is indeed Love,
then surely the language of that 1,
that resides inside,
that inner I am,
is not The Word, as such,
but that, which is The Song
of angels heard somewhere close
far inside and sung
Such is the universal language,
if music is Love,
and if there is another risen world
dwelling inside the vibrationary fallen heart of all,
to be saved, the universal body of life,
the generations gifted, that water and blood
from the Other 1, well ensconsed, yet,
hidden in plain sight, then what is heard - is not The Word -
but something Other, divine, its notes are not read, yet,
they are sent and heard, the tone felt,
from a vibrationary level far above,
then,
what comes from the inner voice
in time of fast closing closure
when mouths like doors are gasping wide open
to let out their flocks of banished Night Creatures
for better sounds like symphonies
of bioluminescent beings walking the theta waves
to alight on new shores lapping their heavenly beaches
of certainty, then what is heard
is not The Word, as such,
but that, which is The Song
of angels heard, singing the hidden Him
somewhere close inside, that vibration long forgotten,
now entirely felt and seen as understood
such is the universal language of Love
Candide Diderot. ‘24
INRI
Easter
ubi caritas/latin translation.
inri/latin translation. (not the christogram).
Categories:
theta, i am, love,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
theta, love, romantic, science, sensual,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
.................... Exam.............
K beete khusio k wo pl, abhi scheme mili h kl...
Gya h sukh chaen sb chin, ye kaisa jhaam aya h...
Palat kr khushiyo ka prda suar exam aya h...
Palat kr pustake dekhi, maine sir ko peeta...
Kha se cos k formule me aya ye sin theta...
K socha tha 11th me krunga english me kuch best...
Mgr salo ne phir thma di hme Shakespeare ki tempest....
Ek to phle hi nhi kr pate the hm numerical k solution....
Paper me aya kro vector ka resolution...
Chemistey me to jaise phla akshar bhi nhi ata...
Hme bs periodic table hi anmol lgta h..
Sigma pie ka to sala apas me kuch jhol lgta h....
Hindi ki to bat bhaiya bs nirali h....
Rachna se jyada zaroori rachaita ki jeevan paranali h...
Hmne socha tha isse to kmse km acche percentage bnne h...
Or ye khte h k hr prashn me kmse km bhrne char panne h...
Hmari sochne ki shakti se ab ye lgta h...
K exam me lgbhg ab ek hafta h...
To ab apni hr pareshani ko hm yhi dabate h..
Bye bye ab hm bhi padhne jate h...
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Categories:
theta, humorous,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Abu-deeni,
Zekarian space queen
Ruler of the sacred realm,
where resides the seven suns
that encircles the vast
Irthendai nebula islands
She, of regal royalty,
holds the scepter of cosmic fire
The energy of a thousand volcano clouds
crackles at the raising of her fearsome rod:
A theta wave imprinted weapon,
which only she can wield and power down
Abu-deeni,
a righteous warrior queen
Wears a transmuting armor
that can change into any density
Her Cergigon mag-nav boots
makes her supreme master of gravity
She commands the Nth dimension knights,
they of unwavering loyalty
So many life-and-death decisions
by this queen are never taken lightly
Abu-deeni,
daughter of Xandar and Bei-hou
Royal seed from the fourth root
Chosen to lead, for she was the first to speak
prophecy at the passing rite of her youth
It was said by the keepers of the Mist Veil,
that a mighty she-Kartaga bird would be born
And her life flight would burn brighter than the seven suns
That she would meet a soulmate
from a distant place of unknown origin ...
A supreme adaptive being from a species called Ooman
Abu-deeni,
Zekarian warrior queen
Helped her Ooman future husband
destroy his enemies’ flying metal machines
Then with their combined strength, put an end
to the Hordes of the Void cosmic idol worshiping
Abu-deeni and Abel-adem
had a baby half-Ooman, half-Zekarian
It was a resplendent Golden Era of Xeno Tolerance;
that ushered in the eve of Edenic love,
and eons of universal enlightenment
Categories:
theta, adventure, imagination, science fiction,
Form:
Epic
As I tattoo Phi Theta on my chest
And watch the knowledge steam up from my veins
In tendrils, smoky gray
In wrath, twisted fury the likes we have never seen
Oh, how I envy the dress of Philosophy
I wish I could have donned it on the night of prom
And danced and sweated to dreadful lyrics
But the best beats this side of town has ever seen
And I die
Every time somebody writes God on a piece of paper
Every time God makes us write him down on a piece of paper
I die
And drip the ebony perspiration of grief on the Church walls
He is supposed to be a secret, Graffiti-ed and Glorified
In deserted subway tunnels
Found in the hidden lines between the Dead Emcee Scrolls
Oh Looooooord,
Could you give me the number of the apartment the Muses live in
Philosophy is mad at me and Fortune slammed the door in my face
For stealing a piece of paper with Your name on it
I just
Wanted
To be
Closer
I just wanted to feel
How it felt to have a heartbeat so I could spit out these lines faster
Like the middle of a rolled up tortilla in my Tia’s kitchen
Full of butter, dripping like a hurricane about to die in Arizona
I search for thee though every single bite
Letting you seep into my taste buds
Letting you leave this bitter taste in my mouth
Forsake me! Forsake me in the darkest ally so I know what love feels like
God,
Why
have
you
forsaken
me?
All I want to do is see the Sun for the first time out of the cave and feel
Love
Because I come to you, I beg to you, I talk, I shout, I whisper
For you, for you, for you
You never answer
Forsake me! Forsake me in the darkest ally so I know what love feels like.
Categories:
theta, faith, urban, god, me,
Form:
Free verse
ALPHA! Are you there?
Take the DELTA, you're nearly there.
XI! Do you hear?
Sit in a RHO, you're very near.
SIGMA! Do you know where is BETA?
Don't know sir, he left with THETA.
TAU! OMEGA! Show me the GAMMA.
Sorry sir! Our notes are with mamma.
Why NU? What 'bout you MU?
See yourselves sir! We did a few.
PHI and SI! Tell me where is EPSILON?
We don't know sir where he might have gone.
IOTA and ZETA! You did good LAMBDA.
We did nothing, were helped by KAPPA.
ETA, CHI and PI! Where are your notebooks?
Left at home sir for none of us ever looks.
Categories:
theta, education, write, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Neural Flame is like telescope lens for the mind
It cannot be given by bloodlines alone of any kind
But the soul of expanse of orb it will bind
Good thing to because having it is like giving back sight to the blind
To a seeker it is worth more than gold
It is a wonder to behold
Without it vision of the mind is blurred
With it one can locate dream world
As theta waves hit like a storm
And even basic neural flame has enough of them to create that storm
More than soul of orb can form
And at full strength miracles of vision it can perform
That which is sublime
Is that at blind side was invented use of time
But in theta storm what ability will neural flame create regarding time
I don’t know right now but they will be sublime
Neural flame is thing of beauty
Because it allows mind’s eye to see
And the out world for the eye of mind and perhaps the soul to see
Is not only destination but destiny
Categories:
theta, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
Sunset desirable people find
Its dream starts the workings of the mind
The thought is carried by theta waves like change by wind
Horizon has no end and so does the mind
Visage behind the mathematical nirvana is a façade
The true face of God
This is where soul will trod
In a great promenade
The placement of this has mesmerizing beauty
Because at the forefront of this promenade you will see
Its own unique echo of continuity
And if we assume it to be second echo of continuity
And if with semi permeating reference point to this continuity is taken
Final continuity and Great Eye will be awaken
The soul as well as universe to its core will be shaken
And nothing beautiful will ever again be forsaken
The heart is burning in fiery blaze
The view of promenade will amaze
The beauty of visage of divine will daze
As in unveiling of greatest mystery soul upon essence of all will gaze
Categories:
theta, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Questions that can't be Answered
vs Answers that can't be Questioned.
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.
Light, is it beaming?
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity.
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you?
Over sunsets cover, lies are lies,
but all one truth.
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you.
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost",
they deserve a future-with our protections too.
Although,
it would be interesting to know,
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how
refection can work, like a mirror, image,
of the Beast, in you.
As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.
You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.
Categories:
theta, absence, allegory, allusion, america,
Form:
Free verse
Nothing new in the electrochemistry
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn
Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic
Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath
What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire
How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence
No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve
Emerging from which we automatically evolve
What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement
There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align
Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled
And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz
01-November-2020
Categories:
theta, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Sun burns with its fiery soul
But it is cold fusion that is bases for theory of all
Its mathematics spin dream out of control
That might be Holy Grail in understanding it all
How deep is the dream?
How far theta waves through essence of the mind will swim
Yet even what they can conjure is not being supreme
Counterbalance to life itself has that in its esteem
But if soul of the universe is seen by mortal
What would spawn of imagination of immortal?
What by omnipotent or even further beyond immortal
It is the base for leading to soul of divine portal
Categories:
theta, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Elan's word?
Zulu's sword?
Heartsichordiums-convulsive-verb
"Anabantium", O wraith of mord.
So is it, it is for Hilerides-Dales,
which green-discourse,
Southeast of Wales
or some other perch
of liaisoned Angeles-porch ?
Is one-way with a steep of glades newly born.
No sooner have we besmirched.
Self.
Nostra-damned-us, Astrogalus,
Nostragus.
Nemean Lion- first-of course;
eat us- at these quatrains,
like a double edged verse
candlelight-consuming in a dance of
strobelight nurse.
Neon-Cry that Mercury-Tear.
Filter-through, Mushroom Signage
of Modern glares.
As is-with directions,
one way streets to the Dens of thieves.
Dropping, dripping, burning eaves.
Robbing hoods and so also
there was some relation at worst-held
at bae or backwoods, back alley deed.
Err thee connection-theta warded-word
to say in it's assumed position,
bemusing Gaias':wraith de morgue.
Wraith de Morgana, r ape Avalons' Mist.
Undo the handmaiden with a new Word?
Unkiss? Disrobe? Amiss?
The Nostracina in turn be as it may.
Apologetics-Hilaridesics,
seems originally as being male; alone,
an Ictinopharctic poet
(nere-accompliced drunkenly-bare.) Was
named as for it a "Father-Door".
Now abyssmal opening, "Abaddon or Apollyon"
for who we to christen in sinful-adornment
of the riding of the unrepentant-whore.
To make her implore(doors? to whom?),
Ihttiphodar-Apath-Anamethat-Anathema,
that fore-in the family to grow-in-swore.
There have come much
tumidity and variety, little understanding
nor humility of season or station.
Of which that may be confusing for some.
Critique the weak, in terms of being. "Able to know".
Is just in it or have you
see to it's evening-glow?
Civilization? No.
Then this, also which I'll have to explain at night.
Among other that I have also,
left traces from the rite,
(their language of love,
of also of a possibly anamallan),
is then saying, (Elan!), more is the pain.
Till that which comes, comes as that Latter Rain.
No?
All other which I cannot know
for thee for it is hermetically sealed,
Bibliopsysicly sown.
Categories:
theta, abortion, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Free verse