Best Unmapped Poems
My being rises beyond hills or feathers gliding
deepened by silence immense,
where in peak of light anointed
through soul union--
the grail of non- resistance widens
Beyong boundless path,
a haloed center drifting on
A meditative space unmapped by this world:
I am at risk of a swarming flight into nothingness
shapeless, changeless: there is no finality
into this final release, only a blaze of discernment,
greeting the god within...that in the absence
of the. mind's overtures ,
an inner sanctuary divine wraps me quiet...
while I become nothing but whole.
This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it
were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds
and nomadic lotus spreads. I release this soul
buried in the kundalini to a congregation
of ambient tunes saying nothing,
taking flight unto a hymn of
unknown obedience moved by elemental
balance: no more weight or cities divided,
united by forms of one, one core.
My malleable flesh dissolves into tiny
breaths; it comes and leaves with
floating grace ascending the next chi ,
as I go deep, deeper… high, higher
centering second, fourth, seventh chakra
until this my body- mind- spirit marries
in a ceremony of calm traversing zones
unnamed by time, one with all senses,
bliss or regrets… the airiness of journeying
through this unshaped season fed by something
unbidden in my life so blessed.
I step outside my body, somewhere…
without a trace that realms chop my head,
searching for a mantra of stars… stillness fed.
* chi – life energy
* kundalini--a force which ordinarily
rests at the base of the spine.
*chakras-major centers of spiritual power
Roy Jerden’s Religious Poetry: Non-Christian
Buddhism
10/18/2014
Categories:
unmapped, encouraging, peace, spiritual,
Form:
Light Verse
Back when girlish daydreams
rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
my featly feet kept a beat in spring grass
as I flounced with Romany winds—
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek
as I whirled in his imaginary arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…
white fields of clover did pillow my dreams
as slow-motion-cumulus shape-shifted
into what I wanted to see
I found you where you stood
a wizard-well made of stone
there you sang
your mouth O-pen
like the eye-of-the-storm
and oh— with fluent depth
your slippery rime beguiled my mind
June wind— a flowy fifer
blew across your rounded rim—
folksy-fife twisted petticoat heartstrings…
my wishes stitched my seams bewitched
—hopes bloomed
like soft-stemmed peonies twined
by choke-hold-vines
in the season before my summer solstice
when skirt-pleats still hid shy knees
how was I to know
wishing for lambs from edelweiss
was as fictive as sugarcane unicorns
so I dared not damage the magic
with doubt’s dent
as I cast blindfolded coins
weighed down with cinder-block-hope
in fealty to a wishing-well deity
who made ethereal echoes of my name
—yet callous your schemes pitching dreams
as empty now as this fool but for my shame
back then life was unmapped—until clover fields
became sneak-away-streets paved with your name
where remains of yesterday’s wishes lay
like burned-out cars along couldn’t-care-less curbs
Categories:
unmapped, dream, innocence, life, longing,
Form:
Free verse
For your love, I would gladly beg or likewise crawl.
I would build expectations tall and let them fall.
Yes, with assured glee, I would sacrifice my all
to couple navigate life’s unmapped, ziggy sprawl.
With you, I am willing to crash, burn out or stall,
as your passenger, heart-hand fastened, by your side.
I would build expectations tall and let them fall.
For your love, I would cruise lost or maintain a glide.
Color me crazy bent if crazed so shades love’s intent.
Categories:
unmapped, devotion, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
Categories:
unmapped, dream,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Each one a universe unmapped
beneath a frail façade of skin,
a globe, where the value hides,
not on the surface, but within.
Sometimes glimpses are discerned
on the face or in the eyes,
glimmers of what is transpiring
beneath the thin disguise:
a marvel of complexity,
surprise and mystery,
a mapping of the future,
an encyclopedic history,
lands to explore and conquer,
genetic fortunes to unwind,
a human vista unique and rare
by God's own hand designed.
To traverse emotion's vast terrain
great is the heart's capacity,
but handle with care the souls you meet;
each has its own fragility.
Copyright, December 9, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
unmapped, emotions, people,
Form:
Rhyme
FACE REALITY - YES BUT
What is this world we see with eyes full closed?
As ‘real’, unless we mean by others shared
‘Untrue’, you say; ‘with my hand, cannot be disposed’
Yet my own ceiling clear, each detail bared
Patterned like the complex edge of Hudson Bay
Sea and ice as frozen lace, from Stratosphere
Still, past my walls I verdant land survey
Though every tree unmapped, all aspects clear
As that we call the real - (must be accepted!)
I don’t deny to consent what you call ‘true’
But doubt world-agreed be all - others excepted
Did not those bringing light once hold a solitary view
So pore and measure this world of men and mountains
But do not reject other spheres - may be radiant fountains
Categories:
unmapped, life,
Form:
Sonnet
When it all began,
Long ago,
In the way back when,
In the void eternal,
You were a firefly.
Love's sick heat came as a glimmer,
And with it you stood,
Your neon blue eyes
Warm as sun-filled horizons,
Calm as silent river.
We met,
Two stars thrust within the space,
Lost but found,
Visibly invisible,
Unmapped constellations.
Muted heat grew forth
And with it we pursued,
Shrouded in darkness,
Towards the unknown,
Guided by our own starlight.
Pain seeped slowly,
Absorbed into the ether,
Fuelling our ascent
Through the celestial everlasting;
From everything to all.
And we became one -
One in the void eternal;
One in destruction;
One in life -
Cradled in the Supernova
Categories:
unmapped, emotions, i am, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
From deep within the misty heath they come,
To this ancestral home of twisted trees
And granite boulders, dripping verdant moss,
To cant and cackle 'neath a midnight moon.
This place transports into another world,
Unreal, imagined, fantasy,
In which grey mystic wraiths make play
And phosphorescent trails to each reveal
Their unmapped journeys from an unknown place.
Travellers make haste across this windswept moor,
Aware of perils once the sun goes down,
Dire whispered warnings fully understood -
Beware the mysterious Wistman's Wood.
Categories:
unmapped, mythology, night, scary,
Form:
Free verse
a shield of silver
rises in starlight to guard
an eternal kiss
on a lover’s path unmapped
Orion’s ardent sky glows
For Get Romantic Contest, Visual #3
Categories:
unmapped, kiss, romance, stars,
Form:
Tanka
Love is a gentle touch, warm and constant
through the years. A slow dance to remember
as youth’s burning fire falls in an instant
from flames ablaze to glow of soft ember.
Love is two hearts shaped into one, timeless.
Trials survived are triumphs come snow-capped
winter days. Memories of spring’s fluoresce
lighten steps over darkest paths unmapped.
Love is selfless, forgiving in actions
when words are not enough to build a bridge
over stormy waves. The satisfaction
of days shared ‘til sun sets over life's ridge.
Love is unexpected beauty within
the depths of shadowy night. Hope revealed
in starry skyline when earth seems to spin
at dizzying speed with dawn’s light concealed.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/22/13
for FRANK H.'s LOVE IS Contest
Categories:
unmapped, hope, love, time,
Form:
Rhyme
"Life is either daring adventure or nothing at all."
Quote by _Helen Keller
I would like to be an adventurer,
and set sail for places terra incognita;
still uncharted, unknown, undiscovered on earth,
in remote corners of the world !
It would be amazing to find places,
and be the first to walk the land;
areas untouched, mysterious, maybe forbidden,
perhaps an unmapped lost city !
Be the first to roam a forest jungle,
wild, quite strange and dangerous;
unexplored until my discovery or so I believe,
oh, to find a paradise pristine !
_____________________
August 07, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Terra Incognita
Copyright Protected, ID 08-147-562-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Theme chosen - Terra Incognita
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 13
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 09/04/2022
Third Place
Categories:
unmapped, adventure,
Form:
Verse
for Alan Painter
I have put into many ports
labelled:
handle with care
stood on the wharfs, bare-shouldered
up to the knee, unloading
cashew and coconuts
and then set sail again
finding no substance to trade
with
I have seen the waters rising
and the walls submerge
the roofs converge
the children washed on
the battlements
I have heard the chasm cries
Stifled under jackboots
the whimpering against walls
lost somewhere
in the hoarse
Gött mit Uns !
Come home, she cried,
strappadoed
in the lap of jettisoning tribes
Come home, my weary ones
home to toil and die
labour and sigh
curse and cry
Did he not withdraw to that
holy backwater by Milan
and with the cup of his Confessions
bathe his horrent sins away
I listened to a story
that our first quarter
remembered to tell
but the waters of the Himavant
had long curdled
in the breast
of the suttee wife
I listened long
in the myopic light
disfigured in the white heat
of our Enlightenment
to the trapped voices of inquiry
before all the mania of demigods
trumped through the weaning years
in
the delirious lust of revenge
And then, and then I
did not care what happened
what could happen
there was life
it was worth having
So I went
labelled: handle with care
Who are those people
skimming past the mortal coast
torch untouched by hand
in the drowning mists
have they no work to do
And that rope of smoke
A troubling dizziness
rising out of the funnel
of the Black Forest
where professors they say
guide the race
in the aftermath
of charred marrow
tissue
brain
Yet
I see no mists, no ghosts
No coasts, only torches
and parades and blocks and blocks
of beering beef and munition mounds
and in the not too open days
froth in the lolling oceans
and bowelling brain-splattered skies
even like unmapped sunset glories
now the Krakatua lies spent
fished out of some Japanese isle
the false auroras of enchanting horizons
when soughing metallic dust
courses through skulls
lava in an epileptic fit
(...continued in Part Two)
Categories:
unmapped, war,
Form:
Free verse
The aftermath - J.F Baker
You are the bucket to my mop
The twisting rope that whips the water awakening a bucket
My two hands wrap themselves around you, one above the other
Gripping firmly the silver pole I look up to see your blue cap and I am ready.
Ready for all that you are capable of, all that you are willing to give.
I understand that two way streets intersect with one way roads and I take you firm and pull.
Pull you up, stopping only to squeeze the very tip of you.
Wet you drip, taking only what you need, water drops back into the sweat bath beneath,
Even still, you are heavy in my grasp.
Spinning you a full three sixty degree leaves you spread across my floor,
Like tentacles your limbs scatter in all directions. There they lay. Impatiently waiting
Slowly at first I guide you, pushing you across the white tiles leaving a streak slippery to the touch,
Wet the tiles lay, unstained and pure as if it was their first time seemingly untouched
Before wine stained the gaps between what is to be seen and what holds us together, even so
Excitement builds in side of me. I feel everything and nothing simultaneously.
Adrenaline makes me move faster and I take control, swiftly and with intent I throw your body across the room.
Left, right, left right harder a figure of 8 and we dance to a song that in a room full of people only we can hear.
Only we can feel the intensity, the subtly of a stroke, the meaning of the absence of clear thought,
You are not a distraction you are the catalyst and the cure.
Bring calm to my home and to my soul I will devour you for making me feel this way,
Pulling you closer to me in a state of frenzy we clash with the last corner of unmapped territory.
A sense of euphoria comes over we switch our stance and allow space to come between us,
Look at what we have done. We have spilt our seed amongst last night’s wine.
For a world that lacks context.
Categories:
unmapped, angst, change, confusion, first
Form:
Morning has come
To this hamlet in the hills,
They have an internationally funded hospital
(Net of ‘inflation’ artistry in contractors’ bills).
Lady Macbeth, rinse your hands,
You will nurse in the hospital now.
The Companies have this experimental drug
For schizophrenics.
They want guinea pigs--
So go out on a marketing campaign,
Harvest schizophrenics.
Its like picking mushrooms from grassy slopes,
The poison ones to be sifted and chosen,
Only the poison ones.
Where better than this unmapped here?
Document the dementia,
(They were demented with hunger anyway),
Along with your Indian expert trained in Austria,
(Who is incidentally doctoring your bills
Eminent doctor that he is).
Frontiers of medicine will be tamed,
Do not count the dead
In this charge of the Light Brigade,
Suburban America does not want to know.
Categories:
unmapped, life, philosophy, social, drug,
Form:
Blank verse
Ah! For the sweet rose-tinted days
of endless spiraling time
when we bannister slid our way
to curving morning,
climbed through the rails
of adult strictures
out to own
our
unmapped course.
Allowed mere whim and fancy rein
to take us galloping where it would.
Chance ruled our day --
a horseshoe found for fishing luck
from each springing hour,
or daisy chained to minute's
fickle ways,
a swing on branch, a fall, lost shoe,
direction changing clouds
chased out of view.
We shooed our way
through strewn meadows;
daytime moths danced on
our wrists.
The way home
was forgotten.
Categories:
unmapped, childhood, happiness, life,
Form:
Free verse