the mystery
there is a mystery to it all
a moment in time, when clarity
outweighs the rest
and emptiness is filled
and light displaces the dark
for the cloak of mystery to be lifted
requires nothing
save our souls and our emotions
we must be clean of ourselves
society must openly bow to each individual
the journey is one of selfishness
it can not be shared with others
it must not be shared with others
understand that there is no
grand reward involved, nor monetary goal
it is here, inside, where it belongs
here, among the days of youth and the
nights of passion and resolve
here, where you truly live
there, the mystery will be found
C2026 Thomas Lee Rhymes February 1, 2026
Causes that become effects
Whispers that suppress all shouts
Question that answers all questions
Destination that ends all journeys
Tranquility that dismisses all thoughts
Acceptance that transforms all fear
Bliss that displaces all desire
Confusion that unravels all doubt
Actions that revert to words
Words to thoughts
Thoughts to silence
Silence that silences all silence
They say the Scientist has a cold gaze
but that is not so.
He doesn't have a gaze.
All he has is an observation.
He doesn't look with his eyes or even his glasses.
He takes delight in filtered structural compositions
devoid of uncertainty.
He pauses the shockwave and expands the fireball.
He displaces the atoms within.
#11: Space Race Revised
X-X Bethlehem, then Jerusalem, He'll lay,
slides from angel wings through hourglass timeless
inquiry, that constant without delay
spatial values in place of life ... priceless?
Space is priceless and we welcome it here,
--present company excluded, that is.
Cultural war displaces; others--where?
Mayans, Angkor Wat, Easter's Rapa Nui's.
We measure our worth for what we can take,
the price for this act is life, yours or theirs.
'Take' enjoy the backseat as cruise control, make
it with the jingle turn to wrinkle--cheers!
Space worth is the price for commodities,
let's naught add to Space's new oddities.
At dropping of night comes the wind,
bringing sweet dreams filled with magic,
until I awake with the morning.
The bright light of morning
displaces the wind;
all dreams disappear, and the magic.
Why does loss of that magic
give such grief in the morning?
Oh, return sweet night with the wind.
How sweet is that wind at night with the magic;
Sisters, please unweave the morning.
Emissions from a troubled heart,
Expulsions from a disturbed mind,
Despair projects out like a dart,
Saddling gloom ruptures from the rind.
There is a tranquil flow of glee,
Resonance of harmony strings,
Happiness displaces melee,
The forlorn self stands up and sings.
The soul opens wide its door to light,
Renaissance walks into its room,
Freed from the tendrils of the night,
Its delicate boughs sprout and bloom.
Though dawn chariots the untold,
The mind is steel-towered and bold.
June 12, 2023.
She built a bridge with her violin,
suddenly erasing differences;
Goosebumps raised along their skin;
Division a good song always displaces
creating an unbreakable bond;
The mile walk becomes a few paces;
Crossing genres, generations, and beyond
contagious rhythm laying new ground;
Left with only one way to respond;
A shy healer turned everything around,
her peace a universal sound.
loneliness a sunless sunday
is the laziness to get up.
an empty glass without drink
lack of sleep at dawn
the rain that wets and displaces
the drought of the long way,
a tree without fruit,
a river without fish, without water
hug without correspondence.
unchanged word,
pale smile without tenderness.
yellowed fields,
house without yard or porch
disheveled garden without flowers...
My gaze without your beloved gaze,
my unrequited kiss,
loneliness is long wait for nothing...
Life without arrival, without departure... !
Bane of every human,
The rich and poor alike,
It seizes and spares none,
It summons out our souls,
The living weep and mourn.
Bane of every human,
Our bodies decompose,
We go back to the earth,
From whence we were moulded,
Sadness displaces mirth.
Bane of every human,
Some have seen it coming,
They saw celestial beings,
Approach them for a flight,
Mundane can’t by this means.
Bane of every human,
Each day draws us closer,
With much to accomplish,
We fall, we rise, we run,
Not much time to relish.
April 12, 2022.
Death
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Whilst the world took no notice, we paddled our feet
Down by shores edge, where the brine’s bittersweet
Bubbles lap around, and sand displaces underneath
Latency fills the air, seagulls squawk, fight, and eat
Still the world takes no notice, not even a tiny peep
Perhaps it’s gone away, yeah, probably fell asleep
Our past for the moment, melts deeper into the deep
Strolling along together, where time seems to creep
Indeed the world takes no notice, not even a yawn
We’re two grains of dust, on the infinite cosmic lawn
Lost in a strange moment, way past our life’s dawn
Moving through the void, all too soon to be withdrawn
As the world takes no notice, we take our chance to run
For if we move fast enough, might catch up with the sun,
Prevent it from setting, then tomorrow will never come
Least if we die trying, this last day will be endless fun
By
David Kavanagh
Chanukah is here
special time of year
her bright message so clear ~
A tiny flame displaces
much darkness and fear
Boy at the lake's shore
skims flat stones on its surface
cups each oval
how fast can he throw?
to chart the toss mechanics of an arc
to chase the horizon in pebble leaps
His father's voice, an inward echo
"That's it son, skip the stone with velocity!"
"Release, spin, stabilize."
"You know this lake well enough."
Seven or eight stone skips
that nip small waves
to a bloated plop
he searches for the next right stone
its weight easy to handle
varies his grip
Can he do more in an altered state?
A boy who knows what displaces gravity
what sinks below the surface
into the lake's darkness, the deepest kind
to find his soul's reprieve
when the script shifts
when tears curl in the corners of his eyes
for a lost voice that displaces the velocity
of self
Poem composed August 1/21
For Anthony Biaanco
Contest: Stones
Beneath waves that concede a change of life
shapes of shifting forms
hidden in ocean depths
murky coloration of perpetual flux
as fish without eyes cruise crustacean cousins
in a midnight zone of black
midst trouble changing sea acidity
flowing currents once flush with species
It's peaceful at the bottom in what can't be measured
for the deeper one goes the familiar disappears
like seaweed that displaces coral
turbulent reef on the cusp of scant recovery
Underwater paradise,
surface waves of imposing rhythm
forms that wash to shore
life in the voracious jaws of damage
what sustains a teardrop
when anchored eyes open
Poem composed; June 17, 2021
we set the alarm to go off hourly
to take stock of emotions patiently
compelling us to make note of stupor
wherein instincts determine our stature
far cry from watching our thoughts mindfully
gently thus shifting consciousness fulcrum
there remains no ego residuum
whereupon nestled in tranquil silence
slowly awakens inner sentience
each node of form a bliss sensorium
immersed thus in all time meditation
softened attention orientation
layer by layer desires vaporise
our childlike innocence welcomes surprise
equal in void and manifestation
boundaries blur horizons disappear
emptiness displaces our dormant fears
essence of our presence pure and unstained
assimilates blessings in time ingrained
magically drawing the love throb near
where did we begin and where are we now
we know not as we take a humble bow
in not within flow of life in motion
nonchalant to outer world commotion
flowing in rapture each life breath a wow
01-April-2021
Gentle eye, mellow heart, love outpouring
Our void like presence, spacial and vibrant
Magnetic bliss currents, enlivening
In stillness, to each nuance, sentient
At first stupor interrupts staid silence
Over time, silence displaces stupor
Assigning thus, innocence preference
Signalling consciousness fulcrum stabler
Upon internalising attention
Within the domain of our heart, spacial
Our divine connect prioritisation
Reveals blissful hues of Gods miracles
The pathless path; journey without movement
Vibrational ascent, in contentment
06-February-2021
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