Best Visualising Poems

lost in a kingdom
    with no high walls
        of protection

no buildings (exist here)
    no people
        just (my)

        WORDS

ears...

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L   loyalty   lust   learning   life   listening

O   openness   oneness   over-indulgent   obsessing

V   violent   vixen   voracious   visualising

E   erotic  ...

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An unfortunate calibre is a turtle turning in a towel. Vast vistas vacate villages videoing vests vehemently And all the time the sleeping beast snores as the cattle drive by in their mooving mobile manufactured machines. It is never wise to sit and stare at...

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WHAT IF?

Our philosophies are different, yet people are the same

Where you end up in your life, is how you play life’s game

What is it you think about?  What do you visualise?

What you are visualising, should be no big surprise!

What should be common knowledge, only...

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Lo and behold the beauty within
on gossamer wings I fly,
veiled moonlight and what it brings
eyes shining a pure green.
lonely the night when you are young and in pain
In visualising the joy of loving again
now I must flutter like a dazzled moth
evermore seeking that one person...

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On that happily emotional  day 
You announced your retirement.
 I was anable to say
 A  word at that moment.

 When you were giving the speech, 
And reminding us your memories.
 I was visualising your previous match 
In which you'd made hundred centuries.

 You...

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Vaticanus, the natal deity 
Had sown the star seed
And caused the vagitanus 
Even the angels wept 
With joy to hear her cry
He was charting out her destiny
Visualising his future posterity
Beaming on this beautiful earth 
The babies, he mused smilingly,
First learnt to chant his name


Surely the...

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Lost, rejected and alone 
Just me, myself and my thoughts 
Conflicting in my minds zone 
There are no knocks at my door 
There are no rings from my phone 
Everybody seems to have moved forwards 
And I feel I have moved backwards 
If I could...

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Images some clear and pure,
some hazy and blurred,
some tinted, some broken,
reflections i see in the mirror
on seeing them creates mental fear.
some still while few in motion,
shadows the mental images on the glass.
visualising them closer i feel i will fall
as mirror is hung on the wall
it...

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dab dab wab?
Under the simplified shade of a sparrows wing one does not strut. It is merely there to shield and shields are shapes and shapes are not shifting. Steel blows to a mud are unwelcome and untimely. Plus they are not akin to an...

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An unfortunate calibre is a turtle turning in a towel. Vast vistas vacate villages videoing vests vehemently And all the time the sleeping beast snores as the cattle drive by in their mooving mobile manufactured machines. It is never wise to sit and stare at...

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Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting. Fun fun fun but not for an atom. They prefer...

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Just see the morning itself has come to sit in my spine shaking in delight
A grand sun much grander in splendour than the one you see everyday
Is bubbling over in laughter of each and every molecule of my existence
Bringing out dark green vibrations on the...

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A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks,...

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Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red...

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