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Looking through a magical dewdrop we now see an enchanted
Chandelier, liquid-sparkling pure, where a mystical quicksilver
Mirrors a living-moonlight reflection of a thousand radiant stars.
These stars are heavenly focus points that reflect the celestial
Magnificence of Almighty God’s prescient intention, whereby all
Cosmic music forms a clockwork of ticks-tocks of a certain vision.
This vision streams and sounds throughout the cosmos entire on
Star beams with the dimension, power, and force of Almighty God,
Whilst casting a glorious panoply of light that illuminates the darkness.
The reach of God’s eternal light into this deep-dark void of the cosmos
Is known as “The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams” that
Has an undeniable metaphorical place in mankind’s collective psyche.
This ethereal, eternal ghost by God’s own direction on our mortal Earth,
Allows for mankind’s curious interest in exploring the deepest-darkest
Crevasses of the oceans and the silent sacred secrets of the cosmos itself.
This ethereal, eternal ghost as resident in mankind’s consciousness fuels
Man’s desire, as divinely inspired, to see ourselves as a mirror-image of God
Himself, fulfilling God’s desire that our souls shall ascend one day to Heaven.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 10, 2018 (Tercet)
Please don’t turn on the light
I want to hide in the darkness
With just the shadows and my own thoughts
The brightness shows me too much
More than I ever wanted to see
Darkness hides the terrors of the real world
I can control what I see what I think
It is a reality of my own creation
My demons and angels
Mine and mine alone
Hiding in endless crevasses
Blacker than the darkest ebony
I prefer this land
The land of darkness and shadows
I can be alone
With nothing to disturb my thoughts
I know that you are there
I can sense you in my mind
Although I do love you for all eternity
At this single moment in time
Your smile, your beautiful face disturbs me
All I want is the darkness of my world
So, please do not turn on the light
Leave me in the dark
Allow me to survive in my world
And celebrate my time in paradise
On Mars In Mars
Volcano hollowed sound, echoes in Olympus Mons
Thin atmosphere cratered in ancient crevasses
Storms last three hundred years or more
Etch ancient lines red iron oxidation
Rocks move from one place to another
As the only life on Mars
Mouths of rivers dry and scarred above
Love is rare. No air. Ground tells a story
To be told but somewhat old
Holes fill with water gray and heavy underneath
Keep secrets of the planet
Inside and on the surface
Of things we still can’t understand
1. (*Olympus Mons is a very large shield volcano on the planet Mars. By one measure, it has a height of nearly 25 km (16 mi). Olympus Mons stands almost three times as tall as Mount Everest's height above sea level)
Created on 7/17/15 for “Subject Mars” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Sometimes especially on days sunny and so quaint
I feel like tossing my bonnet without restraint
Just exposing my mind freshly vividly bepaint
How else strangers and neighbours can I acquaint
Flowers and sunshine and rainbows on my brain I would paint
Crevasses and all, Chances are I wouldn’t be mistaken for a saint
Maybe passers-by would gawk and possibly even faint
I would prance around hatless not hearing one complaint
Ignoring anyone who would frown thinking I’m attaint
For laughs I might pretend and blow a feint
But I would only laugh so loud ‘cause touched by them I ain’t
In my wildest rowdiest boldest colours without constraint
Imagine all the lovely people I would find
Who are exposing too their painted mind
And much too genuine to be colour-blind
Uplifting to meet kindred minds unconfined
Loving smiling faces of humankind
Read on air by invitation ~ April 10, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on February 22, 2018 for contest MIND THE WET PAINT sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 3RD
The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams
Looking through a magical dewdrop we now see an enchanted
Chandelier, liquid-sparkling pure, where a mystical quicksilver
Mirrors a living-moonlight reflection of a thousand radiant stars.
These stars are heavenly focus points that reflect the celestial
Magnificence of Almighty God’s prescient intention, whereby all
Cosmic music forms a clockwork of ticks-tocks of a certain vision.
This vision streams and sounds throughout the cosmos entire on
Star beams with the dimension, power, and force of Almighty God,
Whilst casting a glorious panoply of light that illuminates the darkness.
The reach of God’s eternal light into this deep-dark void of the cosmos
Is known as “The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams” that
Has an undeniable metaphorical place in mankind’s collective psyche.
This ethereal, eternal ghost by God’s own direction on our mortal Earth,
Allows for mankind’s curious interest in exploring the deepest-darkest
Crevasses of the oceans and the silent sacred secrets of the cosmos itself.
This ethereal, eternal ghost as resident in mankind’s consciousness fuels
Man’s desire, as divinely inspired, to see ourselves as a mirror-image of God
Himself, fulfilling God’s desire that our souls shall ascend one day to Heaven.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 10, 2018 (Tercet)
Asphalt black gets blacker still
In the total calm, sounds disappear
Wind gives up the sin of motion
Ocean tides know no boundaries
Only the pain of waves slapped back
Over the top, tippy top of mountains
Whispering over times broken spine
Step lightly. Feel the darkness there
Fill in the crevasses of the demised
It is wise to remain in silence
Snow rocked slopes grow into boulders
Once upon a drift they failed to fall
Into sleep, through no fault known
And through no fault of their own
See gray in a world gone immobile, inert
Wonder through the buried concrete slabs
Find another tunnel less dug by minors
The age of consent is over and done
Asphalt black is getting blacker every day
In the total calm there is only silence
As twilight's shadows light does fade
Dark machinations interstices invade
In deep crevasses, insecurities cascade
In dark corners, fears, doubts parade
Day's, blithe rhythms subconscious channels evade
Night's diabolical inventions the deep recesses pervade
My twittering eyes cannot the bleary apparitions dissuade
As mind's candle flickers, o'er frontal lobes dark minions escalade
As primed marionette's mimicked taunts degrade,
so galvanized, inner demons perform mock charade
Ghoulish forms are imprinted with a sharp spade
Entreating figments as sane ideas masquerade
My nurtured perceptions of reality are staid
Nightmarish delusions all rational outlets blockade
Portentous visions of calamitous peril overlaid
Underpinning, disturbing dreams crack shallow facade
Discordant tremors breach; tone deaf ears serenade
Shock waves pulse down spine; nerve endings frayed
The Nap
by Odin Roark
Through a smudged barroom window
A child stares in at the old man
In his darkened corner spot
He sits on a rickety chair
Head bent downward
Bleary eyes fixed on a weathered tabletop
His finger idly caressing a carved heart
Once etched with proclaimed love
Now void of excitement
Like the empty bar
Pondering fate
Soured with age
Years of youth
Never fulfilled
Haunts his every moment left
Why?
The child tilts her head
Matching the slumped old man
She too wonders
Why?
She can't see
The buried liar in him
The one called Discretion
The one who betrayed his trust
The voice so persuasive
Tomorrow will do
You've plenty of time
Your whole life's ahead of you
Arthritic fingers rise to his cheek
Sunken wrinkles like crevasses he once scaled
Now but remind him
How cold life can be
The little girl palms her sweater
Making clearer the window
She taps small fingers his way
Ancient eyes rise from tabled history
She smiles
He nods
A moment's joy
Stymies his reverie
His crooked fingers
Touch his lips
Remembering kisses
Never thrown
Till now
Thoughts and memories
Render him dizzy
He rests his head on the table
Time for his nap
In the once noisy bar
Of his youth
Before me lies the valley
Wide as a planet
Deep as the deepest ocean
Filled with black obsidian
Glistening and as sharp as razors
Blacker than an ever seen
Not even the light of hope can enter
Crevasses flow with a brackish fog
Memories of suicides from ages past
Souls reliving their earthly torment
Their screams echo from glassy walls
Ungodly noises
Sounds of eternal pain and torture
Inflicted by a vengeful God
To revenge for a life taken
Taken while ignoring God’s will
Fearing the unseen evil
They walk through the Valley of Death
Searching for forgiveness
Forgiveness that will never come
Thus God’s will be done
Mountain ranges all blurry
peeking through the mist
The sun is still rising
as it does the mist disperses
Showing us crevasses
faint wandering paths
near to steep ravines
trees dotted around
A quiet magical time
follows the dawn
deer appear to drink
the eagle swoops
Every where a surprise
snowdrops nestling
in a patch of snow
startling in their beauty
Loud raucous sounds
from the nesting crows
splendid ancient trees
by the winding path
High up is the summit
we toil to reach it
resting awhile to drink
in our surrounds
At last we are there
and it was worth it
at our feet valleys
full of wild flowers
All around pure magic
the vista so fresh
its images so sharp
here is an unspoilt place