uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of marooned mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the strings of present,
fastening in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time configured,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
construed continuum
of elusive eternity
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuality,
emotionally evasive,
abortive climb connotes
futile foray
to somewhere intangible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the fourth dimension unfolds where pumpkins dream—
not carved faces, but swollen worlds pulsing slow.
under the moon's cold coin, vines twist and gleam
like question-mark hooks snagging night's velvet glow.
Have you ever been
haunted (no you have not)
by a ghost from the future not even born yet
in your paper thin realm
trolled from a time post human extinction
it could only happen to you so-called
dead in your grave still tossing and turning
& scratching like a deviant
moldering and unquiet one hundred years now
and the whispers yes whispers from
the parallell (this is how we spell it now)
corridoor (see previous) keeping you
a-threshold in your very well deserved
sempiternal shelf of discomfort
Out here bebee the fourth dimension
swings in ways you cannot conceive so
don't test your pretty lil head
much of which is mush and thistle
but! you may be due compensation
for the futurama funnel imposition
a leakage episode beyond apology
under section bla bla
please submit your claim within 30 days
via the usual medium and
we shall endeavour to ensure
requiem aeternam thus ceasing
your infernal insomnia
yours the 3am committee
Not only a single Universe is existing !
Modern Science is predicting about Multiverses
Our whole solar system holds the same position
compared to a single sand particle in Satara Desert :
I am totally confused about my identity in this vastness.
No idea, when or where or how to enter or exit .
Where are these worlds ! Onward - backward!
within Space - time boundary or beyond,
might be Spiritual realms in fourth dimension
above human perception !
My existence in this Earth is beyond my explanation.
I am born in this Earth through inevitable Evolution
and approaching Death on natural process.
I can't assess what's waiting in my 'After-Life ' phase !
I can neither assure about immortality of so-called 'Soul '
nor any knowledge about re -incarnation,
Yet I wish to believe in both.
Actually, no doubt that this belief to sprout
from wishful thinking of Humankind.
No human being can't think
of his or her complete extinction.
(A lone voice whispers)
Write your words like mesmerising spells
Like
California yellow bells
To bewitch hungry
Eyes that see
Using your incredible
Vocabulary
By all means
And the four types of comprehension
Literal
Interpretive
Critical
And creative
To conjure
Themes
And memes
From the fourth dimension
To enrich jaded eyes
To stimulate weary senses
Send forth your unique voice
Via your prose
To grace unconsciously moving wet lips
With a sweet scent
Of your inner
Red rose
That tempts them
To read on
In their moments of stillness
And you'll realize
your love of poetry
May be the missing link
That completes them
Like the three wise men
Who once saw
The shining
Star of Bethlehem
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
our time-balloons
change both...
up and down so
typically speaking....
old age means a
young brain reaches....
past the fourth dimension
and watches change....
from outside in the fifth
stan sand
The uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
The gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the present instants,
fastens in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
The intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
The construed continuum
of elusive eternity,
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuation,
emotionally evasive.
The climb connotes
a futile foray
to nowhere.
It's an early chilly dawn
On a sleepy village by
The snowpeaked mountain
The first rays of the sun
Touch the peak
Of the mountain of splendour
Creatures of the nether world
Come to life wings flickering
Casting an incandescent glow
As the portal to the fourth dimension
Casts a glow to our world in a twilight
Magic splendour and mysteries arise
Then slowly the village awakens and smoke rises
The children of the netherworld retreat to shadows
The mystic rubs his eyes ROI did I see all that
Stairs climbed relentless
With ambitions and intrigues
Stored in the void of mind
Suffused with secrecy
The gravity of the loaded past
Pulls back, holds the steps
At the root of existence
But the inertia of life exerts
The momentum of time
Infuses the perception
Of the fourth dimension
A continuum of the eternity
And a journey to nowhere.
September 20, 2020
Contest : Completely Your Choice(22)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Somewhere to Nowhere Mystery
Enigma’s sleuth climbs up for clues – somewhere to nowhere
Facing innocuous door wearing an opaque face, end of case or beginning,
The physic soul tumbles into a void of suspicions
No evidence to track – no hints mesmerize theories -
No guarantees of finding another sunrise on the other side
Magic or mayhem, mystery or monster, memory or momentary,
Damsel or time’s leaping tiger topsy-turvy;
Ebony staircase turning to sand, no way back from this fourth dimension
Nowhere to somewhere,
Exit or entry disappearing into a dawn of discoveries -
Stakeout leaping into oblivion perchance –
Destiny’s detective blinded by star flung fate –
Old glories or new splendors – portal slow opens
Primal scream of amazement a new puzzle emerging
Conundrums and riddles tipped on their heads;
No closing the case
New leads to follow at the backroom crossroads of somewhere
To maybe nowhere.
9-19-20
"Riddle, wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma." Attributed to Winston Churchill.
Thought’s Aroused
Written by: Tom Wright
9/13/2012
Most days, my thoughts
Are consumed by phantom pugilism
With things that once were
But long in absentia.
I re-trace the missteps,
That became teaching tools,
In the grandeur of life;
My unspoiled moments,
The fourth dimension, has purloined,
Leaving me to mark time
With no pronounced purpose;
The Question & Answer
Tom
7-2-2016
Does your past contain un-forgiven stains?
Matters you’ve bequeathed to another day.
Do you listen still to these familiar refrains,
That the fourth dimension, alone, can’t allay.
There is, for these, forgiveness to be had,
If you bow your head, to God, in prayer;
As your life becomes filled with the triad,
No longer will days be packed with despair.
The Fourth Dimension
* Mystics use it as a place where spirits live,
since they aren't bound by our earthly rules
In his theory of special relativity, Einstein
called the fourth dimension "time,"
noted that time is inseparable from space.*
"ALL OF LIFE CONTINUES"
She was getting close to the curtains of departure
the flowers were still in bloom this August month
we were chatting amicably by her nursing bed
she tilted her head sideways and said,
all of life continues, and that was that
Now that she is gone I see her everywhere
in more places then I did when she stood,
strong and vibrant as the tallest big tree ;
As the memory unwilts beneath my mind
I sum up her life, and that is that
Mother used to be an artist in the nursing home
she would paint for her children all the time
the same hand that brushed the canvass
once brushed my hair "voila deux belle tresse"
She's in the 4th dimension, that's where she's at.
October 19, 2018
Rest in peace, "ma belle petite maman"
Soul Ghosts
close to our
inner-core self
they are there
nestled beyond reach
still living as part of
our past, present, future
they never forget
nor should we
they can’t forgive
maybe we can
part of the fourth dimension
they can come anytime
to haunt us
to talk to us
to love us
to talk to us
beyond the mortal coil
they are always there
they are us
we are them
may god love
may god bless
amen
amen
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
January 7, 2018 (Lyric)
Like sparks from the eternal black flame
They go forth to evaluate whomever the upper realm may name
With wings that are iridescent black with a hue of blue tint
They steadfastly carry out their commander’s intent
Lunging forward and downward then capturing air as their wings unfurl
Their eyes seem mystical and have the appearance of a black pearl
Cawing and suddenly appearing in the person’s path to demand attention
They lock eyes and gather evidence for the elite of the fourth dimension
Through one’s eye they gain access to the individual’s soul
And measure the heart-is it a fraction? Or is it whole?
After examination they report back to the flame from which they emanated
Courtesy of the watchers-another’s fate is weighed and calculated
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