FORM : Tesla Form : 3/6/9
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[ Poet’s note of interest ~
Tesla’s Birth : 10 July, around midnight : 1856 : stormy weather |
Poem came through : 10 July, 3.33am : 2025 : winter rain |
Numerologically speaking 3.33 is the divine number of alignment. Standard time in Croatia, where Tesla was born & SAST is same | July is the seventh month : 7 is the luminal no. linking Heaven to Earth : compound number between 1856 and 2025 is 7 | 10 is the number of leadership. This poem came exactly as presented here : rhyme & syllable : no edit, so I consider it channelled]
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midnight struck on one to power of zero
birthing table seven decked heaven for July
legs open
waters broke blood
breath rapid heralded
lightning cracked sky broken
zodiac Cancer genius creation curious
another reality coded inventions
Light eyed itself transmuting token
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Categories:
heralded, allegory, allusion, birth, celebration,
Form: Other
The sun set peacefully
as I looked out towards
the distant red horizon
of the calm, oily sea.
A gentle breeze caressed me,
I stood on the edge of the beach
leaving imprints on the fine sand.
I loved this lonely beach,
the silence was broken softly
by the azure wavelets
that brushed the edge of the sand.
So much beauty and wonder
despite the darkness
that, like an old fog, descended
upon that peaceful part of earth.
I looked towards the sky
dotted with billowy clouds
that raced below the twinkling stars.
I wondered if my angel was up above,
looking down on me,
guarding me from my earthly woes.
What could I do without
my heavenly being of love?
I felt immense tranquillity,
the beach shrouded in peace
far away from the noisy cities
to which I would have to return.
The stars appeared: the evening star,
was it that heralded
the birth of my Creator?
It mattered not, for I was safe.
He was taking care of me.
I knew I'd never be forlorn.
Those days have passed.
Now I'm back home
among cold concrete blocks.
Yet in my heart is peace
for I can still hear
the gentle lapping of the sea waves
on the peaceful beach
that is my own.
Categories:
heralded, city, peace, silence,
Form: Free verse
Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder
As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after
Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander
To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter?
Ptolemy imagined a play staged at his own residence
There the Gods heaved upon us all their vain existence
Trapped by Humanity's Ego, blind to exposed evidence
His glowing Hearth lifting higher embers of negligence
Copernicus heralded the inspirational spark of sacred denial
Orbits dared to be spun into the ire wrath of Church reprisal
Hush your Truth. Mankind cannot, will not be the Sun's disciple
Calculations implore? Observations explore? ASTRONOMICAL!!!
Kepler awoke to his divine intervention lifting the veil of Dogma
He questioned atop ashes of descent burned without anesthesia
A revolution uproar of Ellipses stretching in variable speed inertia
The Gravity of his Truth pulling inextricably at undisputable raw data
The moral of this recounting is to shun the fantasies touted by Elves
Be wise. Be curious. Gather the courage to see Truth for yourselves
Categories:
heralded, imagery, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Memories of death and dark eminence
The long sleep, lingering last enemy
The coldest, lifeless, breathless silence
Ensues and consumes an eternity.
But hark, then slowly, after sightless sighs
The invisible and subtly faceless hides
Like 0 becoming 0.1 and then 0.3
Our own hero, here for thee
Distant in the deep, heralded by birds wee
sweet blue light seeps into the sky.
All is cleansed, to begin again
Reason returns, an ember burns
And then when fanned into a flame
His colors increase, the mystery ceased,
And let light linger from the East,
It comes glorious, gentle, and glistening,
All heaven and earth is now listening.
For Lo: Apollo knows what follows,
As the ancients scry, angels prophesy
Cockerels cry, until nigh the black bids “bye bye.”
Just as night is the mother of day
Never lost along the way
The pendulum swings, the trees sing and sway.
After long drawn shock and sorrow
Dawn has taken the time in the morrow.
Categories:
heralded, day, heaven, sun, time,
Form: Rhyme
Woodsman on a prowl
Sneaking around like an owl
Noticing innocents getting a fright
Watchman you are a good knight
Defending partiers in a plight
Battling a monster in a murderous fight
Erich you guarded them all
Despite the rainfall
Where thunder clapped
Lightning snapped
Spotlighting your heroic stage
Heralded by the girls maturing in age
Until your deadly scripted page
As we reflect surrounded by campfire mist
Who should be on the angelic list
Mr. Anderson may not have received Brad Clooney fame
But we knew your look maybe not name
Reminded the rat was Ben
While the chopping mall no longer needed Ken
RIP mechanical hiking buddy
Protecting those from evil not really funny
Make it sunny
Heavens will be brighter
Since you are now a soulful fighter
We all down here
Are in it for the scream and cheer
Toasting Rob Dier
With a corkscrew and beer
Categories:
heralded, angel, bereavement, eulogy, friendship
Form: Rhyme
Although it's a well worn cliche,
there is something soothing
in the thought of lying in bed
listening to rain. Last night
I was front row in a symphony.
An adagio of soft fall, murmurings
on a metal roof and whispers
running along gutters.
Calm in the tempo
of raindrops, muted gargles
and gulps echoed inside
the throats of downpipes.
Then everything changed.
A quickening pace heralded
heavy rain and hailstones
falling in a roar of wind.
Lightning flashed
behind curtains, thunder
drew nearer, giant, swollen
bags of noise burst
to come crashing down,
rattling windows and sending
the spill rushing through
doorways into tense rooms.
Heaven unleashed its might,
as if trying to tear itself away
from this world,
as it still does, weighted
with words and held here
on a page, longing to lift
into song with drum rolls
and tremble in a crescendo
fit for a thousand voices,
straining to break free
and fly somewhere else,
finding itself stuck
in a poem, slowly drifting
towards sleep
and oblivion.
Categories:
heralded, night, rain, song, sound,
Form: Free verse
“Only age and time can aid us to see what’s veiled.”
- Quote from Poet
Something is hidden from him,
Like a cup not filled to the brim,
Something is kept in the night,
It isn’t time to come to the light.
His eyes are open but still shut,
A mystery that can’t be fought,
A marvel that can only be unlocked by time,
Heralded by the foretold clime.
He can’t see beyond the shadow,
There is a faraway meadow,
A place people desire to see,
Even as they’re buoyed across the sea.
Hidden are the pages of the book,
We earnestly want to look,
Veiled are the scripts that complete the story,
He thinks he has a full view of the glory.
Categories:
heralded, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain
A Flow of inimitable care; is here' from where? My present
Is part of this ingress, and awareness? A seeping wave
A current from unconciusness, invisible non-physical pnuma silent silver silhouetted scenes screened
Glide my being whole' mind spirit body soul.' Not a
Wish drew such to me.' rather all un-heralded; does it be.!
Come to pervade, arrived to pursuede' dulcet whispers
That strengthen then fade..Once awake i hear their like.'
Yet my grasp is eluded..Though try i with mind; and all might.'
Categories:
heralded, allusion, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
If we had known he was coming
we would have played our drums
till our fingers bled.
Our women
would have decorated themselves
painting their bodies and nails
and weaving colours into their hair
they would have laid their wrappers
down on the dusty ground
for him to walk over.
We would have hung banners
from the trees
and buntings would adorn every house.
We would have proclaimed
the day
a public holiday
and we would all have gathered and waited,
danced and sang
and made merry
while we waited for him to come.
But not he,
like a master that catches his servant sleeping
or
like a thief that comes silently in the night
or
like a ghost that blows in with the morning dew
he came.
no drums, no trumpets, no praise-singer
heralded his arrival
and he was standing in our midst
before we even knew it.
Categories:
heralded, angel, religious,
Form: Free verse
The quintessence of yellow quince
Is its sweet taste, subtle perfume.
Heralded as a worthy fruit prince.
A true delight from nature's bloom.
A peach's essence, is blushed red skin,
With every bite, a burst of sun,
Its soft tender flesh, draws us in.
Ruby red kiss for everyone.
The essence of pear, is its grace,
Crisp, and succulent, such delight.
Its artful shape you must embrace!
Its taste lingers on through the night!
Purple plums hanging down as gems.
Their sweetness bursts in purple bloom,
Gathered like red sapphires on stems.
A taste that lingers, like perfume!
The essence of apple is crunch.
Crisp bursts of flavor when you bite.
Crimson and green, a joy to munch,
A symbol of healthy teeth bright!
There you have it, a quintuplet
Of five quintessences beget!
Categories:
heralded, fruit, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Peace
By Michelle Morris
16/11/2020
Peace I give to you, freely;
For peace is a gift for all.
May you be blessed to know peace within,
And find peace everywhere you go...
Peace I pray for our nations,
All around the world;
May peace build more bridges,
And tear down dividing walls...
Peace I bless to every home,
For all of life on earth;
May we embrace peace forthwith,
To celebrate His heralded birth...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Categories:
heralded, humanity, inspirational, life, peace,
Form: Free verse
A picture appeared on my phone today,
on the proverbial page I perused.
A view of an evil most vile,
villainy veiled behind verve and vim.
Sadists from Auschwitz,
smiling in a storm.
Shoulders shrugging,
to shield from the sky.
No hint of the horrors,
the Holocaust they heralded.
Not haunted like the humans they harrow,
but hyenas, howling, in high humor after the hunt.
Their consciences clear, their cruelty concealed,
their cheer chills me to the core.
They caused such wicked calvary,
a calamity that echoes into the current century.
Yet they dare to delight,
while they deal in death and dread.
Their depravity so deep that they grin,
as they decry virtue and destroy millions.
But what mortifies me more is,
how mundane their mien.
Will we fear the next fiends fittingly,
or in time... if their faces feel like friends'?
Categories:
heralded, evil, fear, holocaust, horror,
Form: Alliteration
Earth's final day came unexpected
It wasn't heralded, nor was it detected
The skies suddenly bled with starry rain
And everything living started to feel pain.
All lands and crops begun to decay
Then human flesh rotted and grayed
As planes from our skies started to fall
The feeling of horror dawned on us all.
Every believer begged their gods, lost
Looking for answers at any cost
In order to glimpse beyond the veil
To strengthen their hope that was so frail
The horns of apocalypse roared from south to north
But it wasn't angels that then came forth.
The Beasts of Calamity descended with one order
To kill and tear, respecting no border
No law, no pleading, no prayers too
With each moment their hunger grew
To every human their rage was drawn
And there was no running from this hellish spawn.
It seemed that the gods have left us to die
Their benevolent protection simply a lie
As moon above with crimson flared
With thousands of eyes it quietly stared
At our demise, terror and fall
As death came and conquered all.
Categories:
heralded, death, earth, evil, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Twinkle and shine my little star
Your birth heralded a new
Era in our humble abode
You shine so bright that
Darkness melts before you
Twinkle and shine my little star
For you are the light of the world
That can never be dimmed
Twinkle and shine my little star
You are the moon that
Cannot be covered by
The palm of the hand
You are a city on the hilltop
The cynosure of all eyes
You can do nothing else
But twinkle and shine all the way!
Categories:
heralded, beautiful, blessing, confidence, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Articles and stories over a thousand years with peers
Bastion of world and unearthly cheers
Chanting, litting the candles of history
Deepens on hearts of directory
Excerpts of penners' calls immortal
Fountain of inspirational walls eternal
Gallantry in thoughts etched on boards
Highlighted in neon lights, not swords
Inlet of brimming vividry
Jargon of poetic brevity
Kaolin of delicate crystals
Lining, circling in virtuous celestials
Might of dear penners
Nestled in curves and strokes of thinkers
Outpouring of hearts' endless desires
Pillars of writing bolstered with wires
Queues numbered in heralded battalion
Racing with olives in pavilion
Strength of ink on reams of poetry
Tingling ribs with humor and artistry
Up and down you sit and relax
Voices of souls never lax
Wonders in writing and imagery
Xylophone of tones, echoes in bravery
Your mighty pen tells it all
Zany or bold, each word says it all
Categories:
heralded, poetry, writing,
Form: Abecedarian
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