Lost in reflection
I dream
of drowning in different dimensions.
I can stare at the dark shadows
but never take my eyes from the page.
Is this how I should be
With so much beauty around?
I drift without direction
no impulsion and yet
in reflection I can be lost
and see the reflection of dark shadows
while I drown in different dimensions.
Categories:
impulsion, loss,
Form: Free verse
Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.
Categories:
impulsion, appreciation, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Realisation sprouting
from intangible intuition
twined with
cognitive impulsion
igniting consciousness.
Conflagrating
confluence of confusion
leads to
path of righteousness
breaking contour
of pervasive perversion
converging
to consciousness.
Ever-curious
eccentric
ebullient explorer
traveling terraqueous
guided by
retrospective and introspective
sensuousness ,
simultaneous
to reach
ecstatic consciousness.
Sailor soul
on aimless
valorous voyage
on reverie
meeting
seamless sea
of enlightenment
to touch
summit of consciousness.
Categories:
impulsion, how i feel,
Form: Verse
Me : Where are you?
Muse : I’m in the niche you made for me new.
Me : I was missing you, what were you doing?
Muse : I was sleeping.
Me : It had been for a long while.
Muse : Yes, you let me hibernate while you walked
in the wasteland many a mile.
Me : I had awful time mired in mundane misgivings
quite a few.
Muse : But you used to be imaginative, marveling at the
beauty of nature, making you creative.
Me : I seemed to have lost the VIVGYOR vision, not active.
Muse : Don’t worry, I’m awake now, take you on the
poetic journey in the garden you walked before.
Me : Yes, I remember. It’s the spring time now,
my garden is blooming, enticing me to write
a poem on roses I adore.
(Thus, my poetic impulse returned)
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December 8, 2022
Contest : Dialogue Proficiency
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
Categories:
impulsion, me, muse,
Form: Free verse
"wOKe"
Old soul
borne late
woke too early
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm - llb x
"teardrop" / massive attack (elizabeth frazer)
https://youtu.be/u7K72X4eo_s
"Everywhen" / massive attack
https://youtu.be/nMGF9_aSdC8
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath...
we OK
Categories:
impulsion, birth, muse, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
I wish my thoughts were tangible,
Feelings frighten my fragile heart.
My emotions eager to escape,
I'm afraid to act out of antsy impulsion.
There's a chasm in my chest so capacious,
Even my conscience stutters.
Categories:
impulsion, anger, anxiety, deep, emotions,
Form: Alliteration
text of love
rasterizes dream
nectarine
pulse reading
crazy impulsion
so sweet peach
silent zone
intoxicates thirst
no one knows
Categories:
impulsion, dream, feelings, love,
Form: Senryu
9/2/15
It’s what we all can’t recognize
It’s what tells us how to be
It’s what tells us how to act.
It agrees with black jealousy
It drives obsession
and feeds impulsion.
It’s what we can’t get rid of
It’s what needs to get out.
It helps us cope
But makes it easier to mope.
It’s what haunts our souls
It makes us inhuman
But all humans have it.
It’s that little voice
Inside one’s head that says
Just do it.
Categories:
impulsion, addiction, analogy, betrayal, body,
Form: Epic
A tempest of Emotions
cradle her raw explosive rapture
at a distance she saw her man
she desires of her unaware wants
her blood boils
from the thoughts in her head
as it rages through her body
her extreme need to be fed ...
The hunger burns like sulfuric acid
eats away the pure
catches in her throat
the tingling of the skin
as it warms to feel his touching
tour ...
Her sweetness has been hit of the love
that had flowed between them
making her cry out
her innocence lost
in his eyes ...
She sees him turn
a direction she couldn't follow
her pulse races at faster impulsion
he stands there wanting her
soaking in the sight he has perceived
her beautiful masterpiece
she created just for his release ...
Brooke Dylan 2014
Categories:
impulsion, love,
Form: Free verse
O mother, take me there, where I find the gratifying grace,
Take me there, where I dwell in bliss,
Take me there, where I ramble in rapturous joy,
Take me to that miraculous planet and nurture me,
O mother, take me there, where I find the tantalizing nothingness,
Take me there, in to the surrealistic world and let me ponder over the nature’s allegories,
Take me to this exuberant excursion,
O mother, I have become claustrophobic, I cannot live in this enclosed space,
Take me to the infinity where I have no confinity,
Take me through the valleys of sunshine and glory,
O mother, Let me live the eternal love,
Let me smell the soil,
Let me hear the choirs of sea,
Let me be an epicurean,
Let me squelch and tread on the planet,
Let me see the picturesque of nature,
Let me lay my body on the roots of heaven,
Let me dandle on your knees,
Let me construe the dappled sky,
Let me live and leave,
O mother, instigate your benign impulsion,
I long to see you and the world,
I want to be resurrected,
O mother, I loved you before I knew, I believed in you before I knew.
Categories:
impulsion, allegory, mother, planet,
Form: Ballad
He could never be loved by anyone
nature made him that way,
from the day he was born
poetic words of infirmity
adjectives of hideousness,
filtered across the dale
carried on the whim of revulsion,
this an impulsion by all
fair and decent
to ridicule to humiliate.
Every single day he curses fate
curses the power of the holy
whose earthly representatives
refused him baptism, leaving him Godless,
this compounded by the defect
that is reflected by a chance glance
when once passing a store window,
yet through all this hatred
a magic moment, when he saw
in me a friend.
“Sometimes a feeling” He cried
“A deep yearning inside of me,
‘please tell me’” He pleaded
“Could this be; ‘The Feeling called love?’”
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
impulsion, day, sad,
Form: Free verse