Best Tip Of The Iceberg Poems
The Powerhouse Within Us.
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The powerhouse in each one of us
When activated by self belief faith and prayer
Often lays dormant in slumber
Even though it’ always there
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There is nothing that can’t be done
We all have the potential to achieve
All our earnest desires and heartfelt dreams
If only we focus and truly believe
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The winding path to riches
Is not just a matter of wealth
But love deliverance and of health
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Gratitude mindfulness and thankfulness
Are the keys to the lock
It’s not always about what you want
But the little things that make you happy with your lot
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The sleeping giant wakens
Through affirmations visualizations and meditations
You have to feel the outcome is now!
With strong emotion with your whole being
That you being will allow
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Our conscious minds are just the tip of the iceberg
As I’m sure many of you will know
But the is so much more of massive proportions
Just like an iceberg hidden in our unconscious minds below
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Seeing beauty in the smallest thing
Staying positive with a positive vibe
Enjoying life while we can
Reaching out to fellow man
Spreading your love and trying to understand
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Set you mind up for success and go for gold
Don’t settle for second best
Be strong and bold
Don’t put off until tomorrow
What you can do today
Every day is a precious gift to embrace
You may never have another come your way
No time for excuses and procrastination
The powerhouse awaits so start now today.
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Peter Dome©2020.
It's the tip of the iceberg we're seeing now
Probably will get worse before better somehow
There's happy ahead
Somebody said
I'm the happiest dude since happy was allowed
Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap…
—by poet
The Prismatic Self
See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright lights, great expectations, critical analysis. Curtains will open any minute as my words make an entrance. Will my opening lyrics draw a crowd? Who will be in attendance? The theater’s not likely sold out.
Backstage, the sponsors, who are they? ATTENTION! As if a teacher wields a pointer, tapping at my feet. Will the audience throw erasers?
On the palm of my hand, the rules - perhaps strict, but I’m not in fear of a stickler. Trained by the nuns in love and hate knuckles.*
Lots of rules, I might have to practice the act for quite a bit longer. I practice in my dressing room, trying on outfit after outfit - those flouncy forms or something simple and succinct.
Am I a people pleaser? Do I perform at the pleasure of the King or Queen? Or am I my own worst critic?
Yes! Yes! Yes! No!
I desire to be seen but I will yield. There is something more important than being the lead. Still, I must confess, I must run back to my little box, mime my tears, dread my limitations, take a breath and when I am ready - take a bow.
At the onset, I must build my own backdrop, backstory, be vague and understood. I run my lines quickly, slowly, go over them again and again, even as I recite them freely, as a monoku or Shakespearian sonnet; or get even more elaborate.
I labor over each word, its placement, its meaning. I don’t care! I do care! I must feel it practically perfect; though I will let it go. Eventually, it will be a comedy of errors, erroneously erupting past the stage, in the rubber hands of cause and effect. The sponsor’s Marlboro ashes fall on it, without understanding my heartfelt meaning; my wings clipped as I await the list…the dreaded and dreadful list. Most surprised when I am the cream, alone - floating at the top.
**Fastbreast, blushing, aghast, euphoric. That sponsor is exact. I do not grow prideful. I do glow. The tip of the iceberg shows, all other words sunken, below. In leotards, the ships pass by, having a look - one clips itself.
*conceit
**Fastbreast - heart beating rapidly (Neologism)
What if our minds were like spider webs,
Spreading to the invisible realm?
Beyond the brain seems blissfully insane
Like a transcendental spell.
While science is keen to explain our dreams
And thoughts in pure chemical terms,
I’ve often considered education is littered
With professors who’ve never quite learned.
Sometimes science needs a leap of faith
To move past dogmatic ground –
There’s more than enough evidence
Proving the existence of the Inexplicably Profound.
It’s the nature of the universe
From the immeasurable small to unfathomable wide
Connecting every sub-particle
From stardust to what’s inside.
Your head and mine were made sublime
By a miracle beyond comprehension -
While I have no doubt these thoughts I hold
Exist in many dimensions.
Michelangelo seemed to think so
As did Mozart, Beethoven and Jung –
But not even the tip of the iceberg
Of those who climbed the rungs.
Of the ladder towards the gateway
That leads to higher realms
Where thoughts pour forth like running gold
From a river all around.
As atheists deny, agnostics decry
And others follow suit -
While I take a stand and raise my hand
To the universe in salute.
Of every thought I’ve ever had
And memories bad and sweet -
Knowing someday I’ll prove the teachers wrong
And laugh myself to sleep.
While watching fish that school and twist
Tens of thousands by the count –
Simultaneous turns together
In one instant - turnabout.
Or birds of a feather sailing together
In a sudden course correction -
Instantly banking to and fro
In singular - unified perfection.
And mothers sensing peril
Of their young ones out of sight -
Phone calls made confirming
The feeling was quite right.
Something strange is in the air
Here and there and all around –
Permeating space and time
Through our minds and solid ground.
These thoughts I swear must come from nowhere
Inside this human head –
And I still believe and always will
Thought begins in a spider-web.
Stardust flickers, falls
The tip of the iceberg
Warm current melts conscience
These facts must be taught in our schools:
Donald's tweets can trump molecules
Fools believe science
Truth has no reliance
Grasp pussy and not climate rules!
Author’s Note: I regularly talk to an observer who travels all over the USA. The report back is that the people in the middle of the country don’t care about climate change because they believe a rise in sea level will only affect the coasts, and they don’t worry about that. However, they don’t realize that this is just the tip of the iceberg. The effects are now lining up to make life as we know it impossible for everyone everywhere. The laws of economics are a subset of the inescapable laws of nature. I thought I would never be around for the end of the world, but now I am not so sure.
Great stature,
enormous strength;
huge, colossal
the way my heart exploded
so many different ways to express it
Does anyone hear the sound a heart
Makes when it breaks
Even continents away
Did she hear it?
The only one that mattered
It seemed like four days ago
We were so in love
Frolicking in the opulence,
Luxury of our acquaintance
Our love compared to the strength of the greek gods
Basking in the afterglow,
Proposing a toast,
With reason to believe it will not collapse
Without knowing our pride would lead to our demise.
And leave us cold, destitute, shocked beyond our mortal
Comprehension
Sobering to the thought this is the end
And the heat we once shared can’t take this chill away
Blistering,
I had to leave my body as the frost was setting in. . .
In d i s b e l i e f
This is just a tip of the iceberg
How could “us” the greatest love story
Go down in history as a shame
Will we be known as the world's greatest love tragedy?
Sinking down to the oceans living room
Look at me soaking in all my tears of sorrow
Cubit measurements of the ocean amounting
To the number of shed tears
Poisedon, nowhere to be found
Must have won the fight with the Titans
Was I the Titan,
And you Poisedon
Was our love destined to fail before it started
Who is to blame
This seems like a case for a wrongful death suit
Never to regain
Nor to recover
Just a titanic mockery
Be forewarned before you sign on
It may look good,
But we didn’t see what was lurking underneath
So much planning for our debut
A year in the making
Big lights
Cameras, the fame
So much for what we thought we knew
Versus
What we didn’t see coming!
Sharpen the blade and start the fire
Set ablaze your selfish desire
Alas, I have learned of your hidden goals
It is you for whom the bell tolls
Call it hate, call it detestation
For your love is the only abomination
That burdens, tortures, and destroys my soul
It is you for whom the bell tolls
This godforsaken attempt to smash all my dreams
'Tis only a mere tip of the iceberg it seems
It is like I am stranded on a deserted atoll
It is you for whom the bell tolls
Life can never redo what has already been done
I will secure my self and I will ready my gun
If only I could run to Utopia's knoll
It is you for whom the bell tolls
Tighten the hatches and prepare to make sail
Ahead is a hurricane with a full force gale
I believe as my ship yaws, pitches, and rolls
It is me for whom the bell tolls
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess
I made a small declutter vow
To get myself unstuck
That every day I’ll toss one thing
And so far, I’m in luck.
My travel guides from years ago
To places I have been
Were easy things for me to trash,
A good place to begin.
Some macramé for hanging plants,
A box of potpourri
And dinnerware with chips or cracks
Were thrown away by me.
Of course, I’m near the very tip
(The iceberg’s down below),
But every day I’ll chip away
And find one thing to throw.
For sentimental fools like me
This takes a lot of thought.
Too bad the empty space will fill
With new stuff I have bought!
We constantly deal with poetry which puts us in a soporific state,
we sit here apathetic to the cause of studying this beautiful art-
but Poetry’s breath Ad Nauseum about love and laments is bad for a date,
oblivious to the images, while attempting to turn the key we begin to depart.
Yet the door haunts us, novels, plays, yet poetry is the apex,
of this ethereal mystery within the maelstrom that is our mind,
alas this frustration is focused upon the conundrum of poetry being complex,
is it just a condensed novel, this Herculean Task of understanding the undefined.
There are many who deem poetry obsolete but tis rather far from its nadir,
now begins the unequivocally splendid power of the imagination-
hidden by poetry from the vituperative invader,
who’ve made an egregious mistake in deeming poetry a partial differential equation.
Imagination, oh what a beauty long forgotten in the age of reason-
we’ve been given Hobson’s choice, force fed Occam’s razor, given epitome-
yet good ol’ imagination persist like an excretion,
from the eyes of the true daughter of time, Science’s proficiency.
People assume poetry is the modern day Gordian’s Knot-
well- let us assume this is Utopia, were Imagination runs wild-
as she watches her forest, a black cat surreptitiously passes a man in thought,
startled because it is Friday the thirteenth his Triskaidekaphobia- this is all rather mild-
Just the tip of the iceberg was touched upon, just the tip-
Poetry and humanity is an oleaginous affair we mix but do not blend,
Or should we, poems are nothing more than what we put in, as if to dip-
just our toes, before we plunge head first into poems so as to apprehend.
Poetry is the Sun, as you are the flowers shined upon,
given warmth of knowledge and power if you are to just reach.
Not to let Poetry in as if to catch on-
give it back in your own form of speech.
Through your own imagination feed poetry,
It hungers for your reality, though not reality-
procrastinate not- hopefully,
for your conceptions are your sanity.
Or rather is fancy your sanity- decide,
it will affect your observation of poetry forevermore.
It will excite-
whether you believe it to or not- you will love or abhor.
Poetry is not arduous -
just do not assume there is a secret door.
In fact poetry is quite virtuous-
Seek only what you can give poetry, I do implore.
Three hot shots unlike normal men
Form and fill this diagram Venn:
Luigi the threat
Forms an ivied set
With Elon + Don from U Penn
Deep inside me I hear that voice
It keeps sayin 'Happiness is a choice"
But the demons still won't leave me alone
Beating on the hardened stone
Can't seem to make them go away
Showing themseves in the light of day
Echoes deep inside my brain
Trying to drive me insane
When I dare to look just over there
See the One hiding with that blank stare
Hear that voice inside my head
The little girl who's still not dead
Whisper ever so lightly in my ear
Warnings of omens "listen to me my dear"
Smell the odor so strong upon the floor
"Only a fool would go yonder and open that door"
Of course you're so much stronger than that
But to the Demons I do tip my hat
Gullible and stupid I once might've been
And for a tiny small moment I let them slip in
Twas only the tip of the iceberg to melt
Just a little heat that was felt
Can't let myself get all carried away
So it's better to save it for another day
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
All is written by the same hand;
Our God is the same God,
Who is everything,
Who is nothing.
Jesus and Buddha sought the same thing;
All major religions are the same
But different cultural aspects
Make descriptions that are hard to cling.
I may be crazy,
But I believe God has been trying to contact me of late;
It is all in MY cards along with our imminent fate.
God is not so special,
But there is some message
I was supposed to decode and know;
The message is occluded
Like footprints after the new fallen snow.
The message still eludes me
As the voice gets more and more clear;
The voice makes me stronger
And reminds me I have nothing to fear.
It's meandering on the edge
Of Bob Marley's One Love
But that’s just the tip of the iceberg,
The fingertips in the glove.
"One mind there is,
But under it two principals contend."
Light or dark, good or bad,
We choose to commend or offend.
You make it up as you go;
Reality is a mold of what is real;
It's all in your head;
You are mistaken what you feel.
Lao Tzu, Confucius and Elijah,
Moses, Krishna and Mohammed,
Were transistors from One Heaven,
Visionaries of what the world could be,
Interested in one main task,
setting the soul free,
As God whispers lightly in my ear,
"There is no you...there is only me."
-Joseph DeMarco
WAKANDA…
naw America! Armed with a cellphone or a knock off CD
License to carry…
Don’t shoot just showing you my ID
"He's got a gun…"
22 shots fired both hands above the head
No conviction News read just another Gangster dead
He's a child…
Somebody's son…left in the street to bleed
He could have survived…
But you chuckled when he scream I CANT BREATH
Daughter buckled in watching from the back seat
Mom behind the drivers wheels… shaking him "WAKE UP PLEASE!!!"
Local PD hunting a minority on some type of internal vendetta
Shots fired life loss on camera watching PD plant the weapon
Court filled with mothers of victims
"The police killed our children…"
How does one get acquitted, 3 week vacation, and that just the tip of the iceberg
But it's America until we demand a WAKANDA
So well always fall slave to the system…
Minority in the streets but majority In the prisons
I had a Dream once too but what you did to my ancestry
White people are mad about 9/11
But we cant be mad about our history
13th amendment gives us freedom
What amendment gives white people freedom
Awww ok!!!