This one is not the insect of the garden,
But the Grand mistress of the Priests of Pama,
Raised in the shadow of a Vietnamese temple
To become the pinnacle of a human soul.
She refers to herself as a shadow, a distant third,
"This one" moves with a grace that humbles gods,
Finding the pressure points of the Thunderer,
Felling Thor with a single, practiced strike to the nerve.
Her green skin is the mark of a cosmic union,
A spirit merged with the telepathic Cotati,
The sentient wood and plant-mind of the stars.
She is the bride of a legend’s hollow shell,
Marrying the spirit within the Swordsman’s body
Beneath the watchful eyes of Earth’s Mightiest.
A mother to the Messiah of the leaves,
She is a fragmented consciousness,
Scattered across the universe like seeds,
Representing the freak, the mystic, and the Avenger.
She does not merely feel the wind;
She senses the empathic vibrations of the biosphere.
A predator of fate who saw the coming of Thanos,
Mantis stands as a jagged saint in the cosmic cathedral,
The mother of everything that will one day grow.
Orientations of universal laws
The spiral vortex an awareness of sight
Tale told when scene a beam of light cut with saw
A perception of mind is like a star shinning bright
Vector in alignment is arc that does bow
Alpha Omega between the Beta write
Independent this unique biosphere
Mass of enlightenment within each tier
Mother Nature blesses her biosphere with a universal love
given freely too everyone and everything upon her Earth
Meaning she treats everyone and everything as equals
believing everyone and everything has worth….
If she can show this universal love to everyone and everything
through the evening… and all day long….
when it comes to the humans populating this planet…
I wonder…where have we gone wrong?
An hour poured into my fragile mind, each minute carrying meaning,
Seconds stuffed, the death of the past pulsing silently in their ticking,
The future hides beneath an aged present, slowly fading away,
An absent figure from the future asks me if I will be or not be.
Thus, I found within myself, hurried to face the moments that ceaselessly flow,
Tiny traces of infinity in my current occupations, endlessly repeating.
Attached to life, in my square dream, without profit or clear aim,
The secret, tenacious struggle with windmills that are my own burden.
I seek the antidote, the anti-EVERYTHING, to my poetry, the tears of burning candles,
Passions long corrupted, unfinished sculptures, from stones still uncarved.
When I feel my soul weary from the youthful sprint losing its momentum,
I shake all the windmills of the biosphere, while I am still alive and present.
Through life's intense stress, an illiterate of success, I pass through sonorous time,
The seconds of the past, fractures from a future losing its outline.
In the flow of thoughts, an esoteric and melancholic dance begins,
Searching in the mystery of time for a hidden meaning that can still uplift us.
That girl splatters her faiths in colors of adoration,
Adoration of spineless whispers carried by heavens beyond,
Beyond the biosphere where her sentiments goad to creek,
Creek tender desires into every reverie.
Reverie curtains her realm in silk and gold,
Gold resembling the narratives my girl’s yet to articulate,
Articulate by an expression that is so tender and genuine,
Genuine as the assurance of waiting so proximate.
Proximate to her emotions, a reality takes voyage,
Voyage through the stars in the velvet darkness,
Darkness bends in amity with a radiance my girl has perceived.
Perceived in the lifecycle, she’s continuously baptized her fantasy.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter,
Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter;
Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms,
To Spiritual reality the consciousness whelms...!
Like a migratory bird, having its mission fulfilled,
The soul flies to its homeland exhilarated and thrilled;
Exploring silent salient lands of known and unknown,
Reaches the zone and milestone of peace and joy sown and grown...!
Like a flower and plant and tree encounters the seasons,
Of summer, monsoon, spring, winter, and autumn with reasons;
So too the spirit, mind, and soul passes all fine phases,
Like a horse single-mindedly towards its goal races...!
The lithosphere, hydrosphere, biosphere, and atmosphere,
The exosphere, geosphere, hemisphere, and hydrosphere;
Across each realm, the creature reaches with no resistance,
Attains pilgrimage of perfection and pure existence...!!!
07 May 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Air
Atmospheric, Breezy
Calming, Soothing, Freeing
Element, Biosphere, Nature, Environment
Grounding, Healing, Unwavering
Meditative, Durable
Earth
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practicing her craft,
Turning the sleeping dark cloud to a wandering gale,
On its arrival must the sun lose its seeming joy,
As she roars as a warrior in great toil,
And the blue sky covers it face with dark veil,
To hide from the shame of its impending tears,
The sparkling effect of the raging charges,
Brings a fearful sight of great lightening,
A wonder of the mighty mother nature,
Throwing a tantrum to some of its weak creatures,
As the sky's long-held tears begin to flow,
The earth has no option than to open wide her mouth,
As seedlings prepare their minds to grow,
And plants celebrate the cold shower as they sprout,
The temperature drops in honor of the great monsoon,
The cold air spews through the joists of the poor as it blows,
The sheltered rich rejoice in sleeping comfort,
Yet it means a great mare to the homeless vagabonds,
The incessant chant of monsoon from the South West,
The witchcraft of good and evil to the biosphere,
A sign of hope for the long waited winter,
But painful end to the summer's joy
emblazon the biosphere
abstruse blue, shire green
shaken out of the shadows
fire opal, daystar yellow
every color under the sun
embodying the labyrinthine canvas
10/25/2021
BITE SIZE POEM no24
Enthralling nature nurtures with care
Awesome biosphere of the blue planet,
Repository of a unique habitat in lifeless space.
Tracing the diverse lineage of life’s evolution
Humans arrived to capture and usurp the land.
May 10, 2021
Contest : Planet
Sponsor : Matt Caliri
Assorted alliterative anteaters always near
Ballooning banshees believing in biosphere,
Courageous cook coaxing coat off bear,
Dubious dingo dickies digging in dog’s ear.
Effervescent energy Ebbers egg so clear.
Figures of speech shouting the nut job is here!
Reaching through the Biosphere,
I touched the hand of God
Who turned me around and pushed me back,
inside my inner pod
Letting me go with these final words,
transcending into self…
“Your search is to end where you began
—your heart and mind to meld”
(The Book Of Prayers: October, 2020)
Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious, wheatous eatem's!
alpha draconis
bowich Chordata. The starched collar of my tuxedo shirt!
that these words are of the wheat
for the wheat
and buy the wheat!
the wheat for the peoples!
grind ye the wheat
to be flours for our bread
that the heels shall make sandwiches with bovine
Meatus yum-yum!
thank ye oh God of Harvest
the Sandwisch of Meatus!
the sounds of humming goodness!
he wears a tuxedo when he eats these fabulous burgers!
they are so scrumpsous!
,
thanketh thee!
Fresh with gone spirit,
Dead in encroaches,
you aren’t holy;
forget about righteousness-
All have sinned!
Father’s Acts trembled in our ears,
printed on every core,
tied on each depth
hitherto, Falling short of justification
by transgress decree!
Desire of the fresh
like a fluctuating fever.
as a driving roll,
all along the conduct of the world.
Lust of the ecosphere,
Prince of the power
Leading the biosphere,
deceiving religious folks
with beliefs and gods;
as Jewish leaders,
Sons of disobedience!
By phusis, the broods of wrath,
longing the desire of the fiend,
Pretence to Father!
Lengthy mercy past love
toward a man; seeking Him by Faith.
Deads made alive in Christ
as zombies- “the dead don’t die.”
Saved yet, you aren’t worth it!
His Laws for man to break
as virginity in dog’s hand.
By grace you are hoarded-
‘here’s No other way!
you are washed,
justified and set apart;
Prior life is gone!
Speak evil of no one,
You’re once disobedient.
Ah here comes the gloom the magnificent breeze of death
Breaking the synchronization in patterns of breath
Creeping panic, savage cry, frozen twitches of fright
Dwelling in the silver sky somewhere out of dark night
Entrancing darkness smoothly filling up the moonlight
From misery of hell , essence of strenuous pain
Gravestones shaking, bleeding skylines, burning acid rain
Halloween legacy returns .. gone long rise again
Insidious toxins painting silent biosphere
Jitter penetrating souls just about everywhere
Knock knock! wind whistles voiceless whispers . hello who's there?
Lantern left unlit today said the shadowed pelisse
My love for that I have returned.. help me rest in peace
Halloween Scare 10/10/2017
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