Best Universes Poems
Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude
Whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers
Breathed in the light, filled with tender gratitude
Painting heaven in lilac hues of soft tears
Lighting paths of hope with parrots of belief
Opening doors to joys of the heart who cares
Embracing feelings who have known so much grief
Breaking through the night with a brilliant delight
Dancing across the soul with tender relief
Rhythm of vibrant dreams caress gentle insights
Singing in cadence with lively notes, verses
Touching the heart with celebrations so bright
Like the quiet that shrieks in soundless curses
True gratefulness shines in heart universes
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revelation of revelations!
an ordinary morning til..
discovery of discoveries
brittle chrysalis
upside down, branching
breathing, pulsing
I pause and
inspect the
pupa’s fortress
tight and hard as
childhood memories of
milkweed pods
splaying, splitting, dropping
fragments into the
pungent soil beneath
My birth sac
splits apart
Baptismal waters
run down my legs
he’s going to be a
football player the
doctor predicts.
one last push
spills my babe
onto linen’s
glaring whiteness.
oops, he’s a she
and so beautiful.
A parallel universe
repeats, reflects, completes
an ever changing
life cycle
sunshine dries
black and orange panes
tiny filaments of gossamer
wings shimmer silky white
against the opaque sun
Dad’s car delivers
mom and babe home
their newborn squalls.
her tiny fingers
curl in a tight fist.
each digit is a
prayer bead
chanting its presence.
I gaze in amazement
my mind awhirl
wings and elbows,
antennae and toes
displace space now that
seconds before was
unknown. unclaimed.
My Heart pours out remnants
of nothingness as I create in
form from Universes unknown
Union becomes Duality
a dash between birth and death
then disappears back
to Source from whence it sprung
for to remain in form is to be captive to
space and time
So does Purity only live
where no illusions dwell
in super seconds of no boundaries yet no escape
frequencies of freedom fashioned
timidly we taste
It remains a shadow we all chase in our
thousand million moments to bring
Heaven down to Earth before we are called
back again bowing —— b u o y a n t l y !
The brittle chrysalis,
green and hard
as a milkweed pod,
hides nature’s pupa
in cottony softness.
Wrinkled and wet,
a winged jewel emerges.
Mother’s birth sac splits.
Baptismal waters
Spill her babe’s
Soft flesh, fully formed
Onto linen’s
Glaring whiteness.
Sunshine dries
The butterfly’s
Gossamer wings.
Its silky whiteness
shimmers transparently
Against the opaque sun.
A newborn squalls.
Tiny fingers
Curl in a tight ball.
Each digit is a
Prayer bead
Chanting its presence.
Wings and fingers
Antennae and toes
Displace space that
Minutes before was
Unknown, unclaimed.
Hers eyes,
Her smile,
Her lips,
Her legs, and hands
Are parallel,
And crossing mine.
I walk into love with you.
With my eyes wide open.
To take every measure along the way.
I didn't fall in love with you.
Because my eyes were wide open,
So, I can love you every step we take.
I believe in destiny and fate.
And we intended,
To do things that we value.
I'd choose you.
In a hundred lifetimes over,
Because you're unique in scars.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred worlds different,
Because of your imperfections.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred universes unalike,
Because I'd find you in time.
Any interpretation of this existence.
I'd find you sooner and choose you,
And I'd walk into love with you, again.
I love you all the same, Shannon! R.I.P.
Hearts fill the universes on Valentine's Day
Pink and red are everywhere My love I love you in every way
Being away from you I cannot bear
Can you still feel my love
Your card came and it has a loving flair
Wish I could send you a love dove
Far away I want you to stay warm I know you are my truelove
Even in a thunderstorm Together we are the perfect art form
Date Written: 1/13/2021 Heart Universes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The Universe is the only self-referential reality
in the phenomenal world.
It is the only text
without context.
Thomas Berry
And yet
could no the same
be said of time
as text
without spatial context?
And could this universality of time as text
also become our co-gravitating unity
through co-arising diversity
of spaciating polypathic context?
Octavia Butler
defined God
as Change.
Time changes
or is eternally timeless;
a dead vacuous universal text
swelling and contracting
changes within timeless time
through eternally imaginable context.
If this Universe is God's text
without further context,
then this co-emerging race through time's distinctions
prefacing Earth's voiceless extinctions
proves time's full infinite eternity
contextualizes nothing more or less complete
than timeless here
as now,
Remembering time's near completion
without date
or finite ego-measurement;
lacking too-reductive calculations,
deductive text within-
without inductive sacred context
for God's Left and Right
YangForm through YinFunction
Universe as Sacred Change
Way
Truth
Trust
Life
Love
Grace
EcoPolitical NonDual DiPolar Karma
Restorative Yang EcoJustice with YinYin-WinWin Peace.
crisscrossing parallel universes
by some freak of nature
teeter tottering tumbling
to one side then to the other
in one world her home
Julia is unbearably lonely
a devastated grieving widow
inconsolable since her tragic loss
one day she crosses over to the other side
walking into a parallel world where
all is the same but for the accident
and her marriage never cut short
like a curious puzzle she puts pieces together
understanding that in this new world
she is squandering her treasure
taking for granted the man of her life
throwing away in one world the same prize
desperately grieved in the other
how will she balance the two worlds ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
(inspired by 1988 movie 'Julia and Julia' starring Kathleen Turner)
Our planet spins on its tilted axis
At a speed of around a thousand
Miles per hour,
Whilst also rotating around the sun
At a speed of sixty-seven-thousand
Miles per hour,
Could all of this be controlled by an
Omnipotent power?
We live in a universe that
Is constantly changing,
Creating, destroying
And continually rearranging,
We live in a world that has more
Questions than answers,
Could there be an
Omnipotent choreographer,
And we’re merely the dancers?
STARS IN MY HELL-
Only the weak hide their scars,
I want you to scar me,
In your greater challenge,
I want to erase myself in your tired cry.
I want to be welcomed to the chorus,
To step out of my dream,
Crowded and lonely like my thoughts,
The sky is my weakness.
Away from protection,
There is a desperate calm.
How do you know,
What do you know,
When you know there’s nothing.
The wrong end of a sand glass,
All born in different universes,
But the same mind,
Born over and over again.
To me it came as a surprisee,
That on pillow I lay alone,
My fight lay beside me,
My thoughts were so tough on me.
Yet they released an immense innocence,
That I never needed to be lost,
Looking out at everything as myself,
Looking after the rain in my mind.
there’s a universe
bound to each person we meet
big invisible bubbles
around compact little bodies
taking up no space
just overlapping clouds colliding
as we haul our baggage
holding on to our history
protecting personal space
as if treasuring our burden
the magic only happens
when souls connect in trust
vulnerability exposed
illusion of distances shattered
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~WHAT IF THIS IS ALL THERE IS~ 2023
Soundcloud used by the church 'Inspire Saint James Clerkenwell' in London, England to promote a sermon series on Connected Life - June 2021
AP: 2nd place 2021
This colorful round ball,
floating rock in a painted sky…
just one of many.
The universe has many children;
stories abound here as
ancient rocks speak.
Every planet has a story to tell,
backed up by celestial music,
even a brown dwarf,
captivates the imagination.
The huge sky overseeing the emerald and bluish earth...
wouldn't be the only sky in our incredibly diverse Universe,
if limited sight weren't the obstacle to the awesome images that surprise couldn't conceal;
but many more galaxies hiding their splendid suns and planets,,
are still unknown and Man, overtaken by such a magnificence, expresses
himself in more atheistic ways not to compromise his own foolishness!
If we declare faith non-existent, cupidity can become our fetish...
filling us with more rampant pride to enforce its hypocritical seal!
More universes, like ours, lay dormant in their stillness,
" And will life be found on them? " is a question too inconclusive
that we can only answer by being so compellingly delusive;
more universes await the discoveries of the intelligent mind,
to lay out their awsomeness and beauty to discard the thought of finding life,
impelling us to preserve ours, not to destroy it by valiance or insanity!
Search history's events, are we capable of pursuing happiness...
without conquering and proclaiming our power with mighty armies?
In ancient days, they created unrealistic gods and goddesses...
not conceiving that the Supreme One wasn't a god in human form,
but rather the Invisible One, who often scolded them for their wickedness;
so in stone and marble they continued to sculpture divine faces
that the common people hailed and worshipped, and would they refuse
to obey their tyrant's wishes: their worthless lives would be taken...
and did Paul, the follower of Christ, go back to that cult so perverse?
We know, from the Holy Scriptures, he was converted and put down his sword...
More universes more magnificent than this one,
can be discovered and inhabited if they are livable;
and scientists are working hard along with astronauts to accomplish our dream,
and who isn't excited and show interest to take a voyage into the outer space?
Navigators ventured on perilous seas to attest that their concept was solid and real;
we, with more sophisticated computer science, are groped by the unthinkable!
Persuaded or not, discouraged or doubtful, researches must continue at our expense;
and what if we were successful, wouldn't everyone be taken by shock?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Everybody says that forgetting
the one we loved is unfair, cruel, and silly;
don't attempt to bury recollections under rocks,
and instead of burning them completely,
express bitterness for a sad ending...
although the fervent sentiment never stops!
Search for the fondness of words,
delve deeper into your awareness
and the skeletons of regret won't rebuke
the conscience for the unappreciated value
of all the exciting life they led once,
and the preciousness they still constitute!
Does anyone admit that continue living
without forgiving is an act of unmercifulness?
Should we love ourselves more or less,
never appreciating the joy of giving and sharing?
Pierce the sunless skies with daring eyes,
beyond them, there's an incredible blueness...
not matched or displayed by waveless seas;
what lies ahead is an array of vast universes!