Deciphers Poems | Examples

Spiritual Wi-Fi

They called it stone.
We called it signal.

The Great Pyramid—
not a tomb,
but a beacon,
wired into the pulse of the cosmos.
It stands at Portal 1313,
its apex aligned with the 13th galaxy beyond Andromeda,
where star councils whisper in light.

Its limestone breathes geometry.
Its shadow measures eternity.

Our pineal gland,
once unclouded,
was the antenna—
we spoke to Sirius,
we dreamed with Orion,
we danced across Saturn’s rings
before birth had a name.

The Pyramid was our firewall—
it deflected psychic viruses
from ancient wars in other galaxies.
It shielded Gaia’s mind
like Jupiter catches falling knives
meant for Earth.

You call it dead stone,
but it listens still.
It sings to those who sit in silence.
Its resonance vibrates
with codes only the soul deciphers.

Now, in sleep,
you see flashes.
You dream languages
never taught.
The Wi-Fi still hums,
but only those who fast in spirit,
who breathe in stillness,
can log in.

Yes—
the Pyramid protects,
projects,
connects.

In the Age of Awakening,
it will power us again.

Haiku in Motion

The speaker of the poetry verse…

tra-la-la happy
or spinning on bicycle
endlessly seething

the poet’s plotting
the speaker’s demise or life
without permission

                                                  …is in dread

the poet rubs her palms
wiggles her fingers in dupe
haiku in motion

the reader forgets
the muse is behind the gears
the film’s flickering

                                                                     …resigned to my whims

somewhere the poet
is hidden in the message
in darkness and light

the speaker
   of the poetry verse
      is in dread
         resigned to my whims.

reader deciphers
shuffling pages & pages -
the muse or poet?

up to you reader
make me ill or be amused
it’s all up to you

resigned to my whims, is in dread of the poetry verse - the speaker.

To the other woman who took my man

Resilience Unveiled”

To the woman who weeps upon betrayal’s blade, Her heart’s fragile wings, in tempests swayed. Yet within pain’s chisels, a metamorphosis blooms, Mating intelligence refined, wisdom consumes.

She deciphers subtle cues in future mates’ eyes, No longer blinded by love’s sweet disguise. Her heart, a compass, guides through the storm, Detecting low mate value, keeping her warm.

But what of the other woman, entwined? Dancing with deception, love’s twisted bind. Her prize: a man who betrayed with ease, A heart ill at ease, history’s infidelity keys.

Days pass, the all-woman stands tall, Dress discarded, memories small. Her worth, her happiness—her own throne, No charity case, no borrowed zone.

Malice whispers, venomous hiss, She invokes Hanlon’s razor, dismissing the abyss: “Never attribute to malice,” she imparts, “That which is explained by stupidity’s arts.”

Human behavior, folly and wisdom entwine, And silently, one weeps upon life’s knife.

Geologist - PS

Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of 
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior, 
and unravels the enigmatic structure 
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture, 
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.

My expertise as a geologist 
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains, 
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.

A piece of rock is not just 
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.

Deliverance

The bars of my cell are icy cold
I'll never see freedom is what I'm told
My destiny is an outsider looking in
Whenever I see her, she begins to grin
Reminding me she's waiting on my release 
And my inner potential to be unleash 
Time is passing by and I'm still in this cage
My body is beginning to age
One thought lead me into anxiety 
Causing me to have no decent propriety 
I'm determine to break the chains of my mind
So my thoughts can properly unwind 
I'm my biggest critic who deciphers my uprise or downfall 
And my blessings are on the other side of this wall
I clutch my fists in the rage of my mental captivity 
The sting in my hand came from a key
It is the key to happiness and success 
I unlock my chains and GOD will handle the rest
Deception from my own mind
Caused me to waste tremendous time
Then reality hit me so fast
I was only prisoner because I didn't bury the past
Always look forward never behind 
Or else you'll find yourself lost in time.

Mysteries of the Blue Planet

Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of the creation
of the continents and the oceans,
explores the complex make-up
of the deep interior and the lofty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
All these aspects are imprinted 
in the contents of the rocks,
enunciating the 4.5 billion year history of the earth.

As a professional geologist,
my expertise lies in the study of rock structures,
that  ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
forming the mountain chains,
Like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.

A piece of rock is not just 
a chunk of ordinary stone to me,
it enumerates the fascinating anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
and unfolds the mysteries of the blue planet.

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March 30, 2023

Nature's Treasures

Nature's Treasures


                      She sees their crowns had impressively grown
                      Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
                      Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
                      Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring

                      A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
                      Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
                      Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
                      Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
                     
                       Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
                       Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!






                ***This is an expanded version of the previously posted 
                      poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title, 
                      "Nature's Treasures"***





10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus

I See You In the Dark

Your face comes into brilliant focus while making my way to you in the misty blackness of night.
Your reassuring smile and calm loving demeanor push and prod me with an elevated sense of sight.
Such an exciting springboard to higher realms of vivid visions and elevated life-changing vibrations.
An awakening from within at the very center of its lightless chamber, the pineal gland analysis and deciphers all and is aware of every sensation.

You have instilled in me a clear vision of an eternally divine, empathically rare jewel of a woman and a radiant shining star.
A tossed ship facing menacing seas can pier your lighthouse beam guiding one safely on a path to warm blessings of entangled hugs from afar.
With all lights out you can enter the room and I feel your vibrations, your magnetic presents, and your warm loving charm.
Feeling that connection, I am reassured when in the pitch dark of night without the slightest stumble, you set down by my side and gently take my arm.

In Every Poem a Surprise

Every poem holds in itself, 
creeps, panic attacks...
Spasms of surprises
doubtful ecstasy...
Rope poem, a little bit,
deciphers signs...
Erasing silences,
exalting the sweet of
acid of life...
a poem is for everyone
who conceive it... reader
and poet on an equal footing... !

Mighty Dawn

Disregarded darkness acquires a recognisable form
With light, our sight deciphers
Bestowed components rewritten by reassuring dawn
Viewed essence appears riper 
Signal to rejoice in sun after ice moon's reign forlorn


Renegade dimensions drink their new found palpable
Given shape after night forgot them
Shine beside shadow layers human translate tangible
When hid in dusk, doom hangs rotten
Redeeming arms arrange clarified fragments infallible




10th November 2020

Written for Contest:  Sicilian Quintain
Sponsor : Emile Pinet

Labour To the Mind

Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind

Ink scrambled across pages in a form of letters results in knowledge acquisition

Like a dome filled with bodies the mind undergoes infestation

To think a tick to my scribbles can get me a certificate of qualification

My heart spoke, my mind interpreted

I put pen to paper and the whole page was filled with ink

My heart said “She’s beautiful,” My mind said “Beauty defines her”

My heart said “I miss her,” My mind said “I am going breathless without her”

Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind

What can’t be verbalised, could be voiced in a form of letters

That’s when the mind deciphers what the heart utters

Letters do kill but they have the ability to empower life

Voice has power to crack any item made of emotions

There’s volume in the voice and power in utterance

When Emotion collides with feeling

The heart intervenes in utterance and the mind deciphers

Even with volume in the voice with power in utterance

Pen to paper overpowers volume and the power in utterance

Hence “The Pen is mightier than the sword”

Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind

Brown Dog

He’s a brown dog conditioned
in chains.
He lives with a castrated desire. 

His urges are groomed. To be
gentle, he
must be docile. His fangs sink

into the flesh in a red China 
plate. He
sucks on a daydream. Fetters

are unfastened in the dark.
Yet he 
can’t chase that street . 

There’s an ID tag attached to 
his neck.
Sincerity is a strain. Even a 

Norway rat scratches his sleep. 
He can 
lunge, snarl, yap, and is proud

of his vigour. But all are transient
illusions. His
hind legs swell horribly. A vet 

diagnoses an incurable fate.
Heart-worms of 
despair spread in rapidly.

Master shuts gate on his face,
not paying
any gratuity. Wisdom eyes 

open in his sultry brain. 
Whining is 
in vain before iron bars. 

He deciphers nonsensical 
side of  
barking. Dropping past litter  

in the doghouse,  he limps
away through 
experience like an ascetic. 

First printed in The Literary Hatchet

Looping

Looping's a term
That is currently used
When a teacher and class
Are agreeably fused.

So the following year,
When the children move up,
The teacher remains with them.
Is this good? Yup...

If the teacher is great,
It's a pleasure for all.
She knows all their habits,
Deciphers their scrawl.

The students feel comfortable,
Nothing to fear.
The term can begin
With the classroom in gear.

Yet, the flip side exists
If a teacher is weak.
For those in her classroom
The outlook is bleak.

The verdict's not out yet,
But I'll have you know,
This "brand-new" idea
Did exist long ago.

I had Mrs. Heyman 
For grades 1 and 2
Way back in the 50's.
Inventive? Who knew?

So many ideas,
"Innovative," they claim,
Are just blasts from the past
With a newfangled name.

In Sadness

Belief..
       in grief
awakes trust,
defeats despair
subdues rage,
        deciphers
fact from fiction:
breathes
            hope
refutes
            lies
purges
            pity
stands firm
diminishes time...

such grace 
provides solace

Ambitions

The lad had it all
From tall buildings to long roads
Goals are in, the ambition of a king,
Dreams so massive that he had to create a new world,
Levitating breaking down atoms
To formulate new things,
The manifestation of his dreams
Dark and light the endless fight,
So he reminisced tell he joined as one
Now his the source, 
creating events that alter reality
To cause confusion so nobody deciphers the code,
Just the state his in, 
The illusion he created for them
Using egos as disguises so nobody knows him, 
The ambitions of a man
he does it for his dreams
The evolution of a being 
From what isn't to what is,
The possibilities that occur in this reality 
So he switched eyes 
To see the world in a brighter perspective, 
Life's deep but his Keen
Seeing all the sides in this cube 
The dream he envisioned,
To the mission he has to achieve 
so he drew up a plans, strategies 
Highly motivated nothing can stop him,
The rogue, the prodigal son 
Destroying everything in his path
To being captured by fear, 
The struggle he has to face again
The cycle created by his mind
The confusion his in, 
But for his dreams he'll do anything.

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