Best Vaporising Poems
star-swept with
soft blushing blooms ...
this slow sink ,
swathes my henna heart
with deep mauve hues ...
as I fall into the frostbitten lake
mispronouncing ~
the marmoris of metaphors
that were meant
to burn with magic ,
where the soulmate of poetry
breaks within the tears of sunset ~
sipping sighs of sorrow
from the crystal sky ,
that leaks loneliness
through the cracks of
liquid lilacs and lavender light ,
because there seems to be
no translation for the
language of love
that weaves woes
from warm wisteria
instead of blossoming
in coffee-scented chiffons
moulded into origami orchids ~
without any creases
and I wear no name
in the absence
of your ablaze august ashes …
read me swiftly
orchestrating in
the blackcurrant tattoos
breathing ... in tributaries
stretching to
the silent traces of trauma ,
twinkling with
turquoise and turpentine
for, I am not alive ~
but the seas still crash
the swollen shadows in my ribs ,
kissing the fallen sun …
that ebbs and flows …
through violets
of vaporising violas
like an incensed inferno ,
uncensored with ultraviolence
escaping the delirious doom
within driftwood dreams …
I want you ~
to not speak to me
so in affection
in this sparkling satanic siesta,
because poetry
has forevermore been
my saviour and my slaughterer ~
that leaves me …
drifting with the flow ,
in exile … evermore …
chained with
moonstone cobwebs
of confused consciousness
and conversing cryptics ~
befogged with gaslit goldens
laced with forest greens,
where verses wander
like a villain ,
withering
in emeralds …
listen, O velvet ink,
longing to be
r e
s c u
e d …
Where’s the stage set to dance today,
upon which nodes within will sway,
to the rhythm of bliss magnetism,
making light of life as they play?
As God’s light ignites body prism,
we discard each and every ism,
by vaporising lower mind,
ending our ego’s scepticism.
In staid stillness, divine aligned,
truth of who we are is divined,
which simply is, we’re living light,
so we become loving and kind.
Having being bestowed clear sight,
no longer fearful seems the night,
thus merging with the vibrant void,
we shine like a star, white and bright.
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons,
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army
or so the nihilists agreed
The Crier rang his Leper bell,
‘our town’s a Godless apparition’
Least he filled hearts with envy,
of a once dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in another pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots now faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
random leaves block civic square
And steeplejacks are disorientated,
from neglecting their repairs
That hole’s not deep enough,
winked the piper to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
But the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive it’s willing slaves
And as the apocalypse gathered pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward,
a real madman in disguise
Said we need a scapegoat,
a dimwit, an ultimate sacrifice
He was crucified for being too clever,
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The Queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting the fear of God into us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
So finally when heaven reopened,
a total eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overshadowed again,
Sun went nova, vaporising all life away
By
David Kavanagh
In the dark of the night, death came calling,
propelling me through a tunnel of light!
My life on review, with myself judging,
comprehending now, through spherical sight,
that on aligning with love, soul shines bright!
‘Shed ego, even if it be murder’,
was counsel I received from the elder.
Back through the tunnel, I did as was told,
vaporising desire in realms upper.
Murder of ego, destiny foretold!
27-January-2021
Murder in the tunnel poetry contest
Tuaoi Stone
The stone is opalescent ,
six sided is it cut,
From its top white light it flows ,
Deadly, vaporising to the touch,
The finite and the infinite,
Came together here,
Spirit spoke, the Master’s words,
From the crystal vibrating seer.
Tuaoi stone it was so tall,
Stands upon the perfect cube,
Power supply, remotely, all,
Valixi was it used . (Alantean Aeroplane)
Centuries passed, the one God ruled,
Baals evil ones devised ,
A way to use the crystals tune,
To slaughter all of life.
Cataclism came, the earth reclaimed,
Posieda fell into the sea ,
Atlantis gone , the sea has gained ,
Tuaoi stone all alone,
now it wants company. 29-july-11
Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Stoned contest
A large self vibrating crystal would be ‘perpetual motion’ power supply,
what we are looking for in science!
Vibrating quartz crystal does generate a charge, a voltage.
Or supply a voltage to a crystal and it vibrates instead, used in radio frequency making.
I predict a big future in quartz power!
part time meditation is of no use
peace must become our orientation
deluded cravings of ego excuse
imbibing love’s divine bliss vibration
cheerfully repay debts of love we owe
settling all our karmic dues one by one
making childlike heart pure like pristine snow
let our soul’s aura shine like yonder sun
free from thought, as awareness self-aware
doing nothing we invoke a bliss squall
with universal consciousness we pair
vaporising thus to become the all
there are no shortcuts, we are in no haste ~
before we see God, we must make heart chaste
Candid beliefs of grief,
where notion belays birth
beneath serfdom.
Once spread, collecting counterfeit
additions, superstitions
like hived honey,
neatly packed to feed
imature illusions;
devoured now.
Nothing to wear or bear,
just fading echoes
fighting to remain coherent,
but the pain of severed ties
beguilingly lies like sirens wind whisper.
Does decay not dally,
vaporising vitality, whittling away
the concrete colours
neat in their display,
so only spider sucked husk
plays memories against the dawn,
awaiting death of a new day,
and all returns
labelled yesterday
making way, creating spaces
for promises to fill
or kill.
Hold on to your dreams
They are our only pair of wings
through this multidimensional continuum
to reveal the imaginary, insanity residing in our cranium
They are our only means to the winds
Our ability to span our limits and reach for the skies
Nothing is impossible
The worst nightmares are disabled
They carry our imagination as children
They nurture our lives when grown,
And even long after we’re gone
Our dreams will still shine on
Sharing in our dreams
Sprouts a life-giving stream
That turns into an oceans vaporising into galaxies of dreams
To nurture even more of the same
They reach farther beyond the furthest stars
They heal even the deepest scars
We live in each other’s dreams
A taste of heaven on earth like ice cream
Not far away on the planet Venus
Exists Ra One consciousness
Where hearts are love inked
All minds entwined with oneness
No wonder then God Himself winked
To put matters in the right perspective
In our present state of evolution
We are in the third density
Whilst Ra One is an octave higher
Radiating love and light is their propensity
So what will it take for us to become as them
All it entails is a shift from head to heart
Seeing God in each and every form
Vaporising ego that we behold light of Self
Employing free will to meld with love’s bliss storm
It being crystal clear
we self block the divine current
owing to hidden fear
thus insentient to the love scent
The limitation in peaked fullness
of the divine electricity
owing to in-form energy conduits
constrained by identity
Surrender conditional
attempting steering by doership
as long as mind active
our ego spirals in oneupmanship
Whilst flowing in a calm tranquil
self aware awareness
vaporising into the heart spacial
in a sea of blissfulness
Time & tide do flow on
as we are reshaped on the anvil
we rest in staid silence
surrendering residual egoic will
30-September-2020
No
sooner
we choose to
reclaim our soul,
by choosing to shift
our attention inwards,
remaining thus in silence,
vaporising fears and desires,
offering no anchor for rancour,
our purity draws in the bliss current.
There then thus being nothing that we do
save stopping thought forms of our ego,
melding head with our glowing heart,
viewing life forms with pure love,
embracing one and all
with warm empathy,
knowing at last,
the deep truth
of God’s
love.
08-January-2022
slow is better
it’s the path we take
moment to moment
stretching time
vaporising space
and objects therein
as we partake of
gifts of magnetism
pulsating within
' Hesitant Heart to wobble despite of desirous soulmate to welcome.'
_ Poet
Tale of An Ambivalent Guise
Day Dawn's ! Early Morn.
Crimson Sun in radiance.
Mr. Ambivalent Guise
roaming on non mowed lawn
even ignores to glance slant
on Her awaiting with scintillating look
at bated breath.
Idle noon : Pale placid white Moon
Anxious Girl with eager ears to listen
Mr. Introvert Persona's voice
seeming audible as His eyes to glisten.
No ! Stubborn silence not to splinter.
Afternoon merging dreary evening.
Mr. Dubious Phantom
seems to come close.
She rose to hold His hand :
He has neither stopped nor touched.
Mystic Mesmerizing night :
Mr. Morose Enigma
unleashing hard hesitance
undulating and vaporising
in escaping silhouettes.
Through chasm of wobbled peak of
rigid static mountain
oozing amorous flow
surging, cascading in opulence.
Emotive urge enraptured,
captured in Her heart.
One moment stood still
encumbering passage of eternal time.
Simple Single sentence
of six syllables
' I like you, Dear Sweetheart '
embellished Her dreamy desires.
01\14\23
Metrical Poem
Contest by Hilo Poet
You may be burning out....
Energy may be vaporising...
Vapours can form clouds...
Rain bearing clouds...
Clouds can bring rain...
Rain can bring rainbow...
You may be burning out...
Your own rainbow may be in making...
Go burn...
Go adorn your own sky...
Life is always beautiful...
Just learn to live it Kingsize...
Go crown yourself...
Go burn yourself...
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- Hitendra July 2015
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