I OPENED A DOOR
IN THE UNIVERSE,
MUCH TO MY SUPRISE ,
I STUMBLED UPON
A LONG LOST TRUTH
THAT OPENED , UP MY EYES.
THERE IS MORE ,
THAN ONE DIMENSION.
WHEN IT COMES TO BEING.
THIS IS WHAT ,
I STUMBLED UNPON .
ONLY NOW , I BELIEVE , I AM SEEING.
VISION BEYOND PERCEPTION .
EXISTENCE ,
BEFORE THE DAWN OF TIME.
ONCE CONSIDERED THE OUTER LIMITS ,
NOW EMANATES ,
FROM WITHIN THE MIND.
LIKE AN EXOTHERMIC REACTION ,
THAT RELEASES ENERGY
IN THE FORM OF LIGHT .
THRUSTING US FORWARD ,
INTO THE FUTURE ,
LIKE THE ALTERING OF DAY AND NIGHT.
FASTER , AND FASTER ,
THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT
REVERSING , ALL DIRECTIONS OF TIME.
MEANING , THE SOUL WAS HERE ,
BEFORE THE BODY
BOTH , CATCHING UP WITH THE MIND.
DELIVERING US
FROM DARKNESS
NOW STANDING IN THE LIGHT,
WE WERE HERE
THE ENTIRETY OF TIME
WE WERE MEARLY OUT OF SIGHT.
Michael E Harris
07122025
Categories:
exothermic, abuse, creation, image, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Do not be afraid of it.
Fear not.
Do not let your catalytic fear pour into our reaction,
If do, however the process, it will still remain stick on you.
Do not deny and put a curse on it
That’s the fact however. It is a reality.
Need not to search the beginning,
If that will only become a reason for you to condemn someone
Your negative energy will only make the process runs on a wrong way
Fight … keep in spirit
With endothermic heartfelt friendship of all of us
And exothermic struggle for life of altogether of us
We can do anything
Whatever
Especially it is just the corona covid-19.
Do not be fear of it.
Keep fighting against it.
Categories:
exothermic, motivation,
Form: Free verse
Extraordinarily winter jest
As a youth licking metal fence post constantly;
Treated for iron overload given Exjade;
Beyond what is ordinary or usual:
Exothermic, exothermic change So exothermically:
Exothermal my tongue burns from the frozen heat
Froze bite reaction releasing heat this is what I get for placing my tongue on the fence gate
Exultant
So exultant am I joyful and proud especially because of triumph of success;
Marked by great joy or jubilation; triumphant.Oh!
No more am I metal mouth
2/18/20
For Exalted Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories:
exothermic, adventure, analogy, conflict, funny,
Form: Free verse
Pain
A stand under an acidic rain,
At rest you shall melt
Change in position - continue in motion but memorise the belt
Be exothermic constantly release the heat inside
Forces of the Earth acting against thee - keep them divide
Hold on things unbranched, the bond is weak
Hold on things branched, the bond is strong
Air concentrated with reek -
Water concentrated with pong
Evaporate, through fractional distillation out of human joy
Rise above, create yours - something to enjoy
as a cloud - rain to the ground
you shall be gravelled by what you've found…
Categories:
exothermic, anxiety, dark, deep, pain,
Form: Sonnet
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Categories:
exothermic, allegory, butterfly, confusion, environment,
Form: Alliteration
One day I tasted upon my liar's tounge the sweet sugar of victory, only to
find that my pride had turned it to salt, and for
all that, it was refreshing. I
realized that sugar is everywhere, and
salt is rare, well worth
its weight in AU79.
One day I was listening, pricking
up my ears and
waiting for the the sounds, the foolish
voices radiating untrue words, the multitudes of helper brains impaired.
A thought came to me. Maybe
herds entrap the razor wire in the end, perhaps
that is the nature of the f(b)east,
In-animate
Electric
Endorphin
Anvil, stirrup and exothermic Konga!
One fine day I lay down on the springy grass, and
let the sun shine on me. I felt
the gentle curve of the earth beneath me. I slept. I
Dreamt.
Gray fog and
burnt tongue and
deaf ear turned inwards
the acids ceased to flow over my dendrites.
What end of days could be so terrible?
Categories:
exothermic, introspectionday, day,
Form: Narrative