Long Emanating Poems
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I am more than your definitions
more than affixed labels
placed on my anatomy
more than your misconceptions
or even valid perceptions
I am more
I am more than what's written of me
More than what the eye can see
more than what the heart can feel
more than what you think is real
I am more
Yes, more...
I am even more
that the boundaries I set for myself
more than the limitations I conceive
more than what even I believe
to be me
I am more
emanating from my core
are little particles of truth
dressed in the light of poetry
a mystery revealed
a little of the universe
~~outer and inner~~
set free
your reality reshaped
from a different world view
and cultural dimension
religious hues
shining through
all part of who I am
now part of you
but then again
it's true
I am more than these...
I am a valid element of history
soul written in rhyme
truth confined to a time
lines someone will read
and be changed
for an instant
perhaps eternity
thus, I am
I was
and I will be
part of the continuum
of life
of eternity
I am more
infinitely more
than what you see
I am what's meant to be...
Eileen Manassian
As night time sets in, my arms wrapped around you, waiting
Feelings of warmth I share with you, mine inside totally are elating
A field of darkness springs from the horizon emanating
Star seeds infinity planted throughout it, germinating
I hold you as still water surrounds us, your beauty without debating
You exceed all expectations exceptionally in a word, obliterating
My unhappiness that was brewing and percolating
As you enjoy a dozen red scents, twelve times more happiness, I wish for you than I'm relating
Your enchanting, extraordinary, respecting you even after those growing stars no longer radiating
Beauty is evanescent
My eyes have seen
unspeakable,
incomprehensible
beauty.
I thought I knew
what beauty was
and then...
I met you!
Your apparition
left me astonished
entranced, tongue tied,
mesmerized...
My eyes
could never
be the same again...
how could they be...
as all the beauty
beforehand seen
now had a new
reference point...
and that was you!
Curiously though,
under more
careful observation
and scrutiny
over time
I noticed something
distinctive in you,
something inherently
significant.
I now realize
that my recently
redefined understanding
of what beauty is,
needs to be adjusted
to harmonize with
a far deeper
comprehension.
I've noticed that
your external beauty
is really an outward
physical reflection
of internal realities.
Your kindness
your innocence
is effervescent,
effusing and emanating
from deep within
your interior.
Leading me to conclude
that physical beauty
is evanescent
but kindness
and innocence
is ever present.
John Derek Hamilton
May 26,2016
recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants,
thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
via Herbie Hancock (Hermans Hermits)
cheesy Munster trap doors that steal,
deep purple swiftly tailored
culture club members squeal
hosted by mega death pack rat boston for real
venue at Tokyo hotel, via en grave invitation
signed by Alice in Chains poison huss kiss
sing, which will spellbind
once contents unveiled, an instant app peal
immediately choking off air supply
then Alice Cooper egging bad company
to hypnotize the guess who sacrificial meal
supplanting raw primal scream from spinal tap
acquiescing self to abandon all hope,
especially if black sabbath joins
creed dance clearwater revival
dark shadows would demand one
(to take a knee) and kneel
before sacrificing oneself at the beck and call
of evanescent nirvana
experiencing permanent relief,
sans soul (twisted) sister riding a hansom
off phish hull heart shaped coffin
ample room enough for blind
melon collie 10,000 maniacs, their heal
ling powers profusely emanating
via m&m shaped talking heads
methinks averring obeisance
to judas priest and hooters with coldplay feel
ling of eternal sleep, where quiet pussy riot
joins carpenters, whose underground
sepulchral crowded house indicative
cynthesis iz a done dizzy Gillespie afterlife deal
and you bet your sweet bippy meme
an extra bonus for orthodox believers
(absent myself - a skeptic),
whose karma with long deceased will anele!
Form:
A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism and pettiness,
A beacon of wisdom beaming rays eternal
On passage to liberty that was always there
Yet, elusive to arrogance and ignorance,
Mired in obscurities and misguided fallacies.
Soul never rests, sailing vast oceans of life,
Whether upon apex or troughs of tides
Vying shores spiritual, buoying endearment,
Inviting apathy and hubris to temple of solace
Delivering words of sermon compassionate,
Teaching of awakening and enlightenment,
Liberating from beliefs narrowly defined
Toward empathy, enriching hearts, and minds,
Transcending to rebirth of happiness divine,
In harmony with salvation, an epic realization,
An epiphany heard through angelic citations
Emanating from influences beyond transitory,
Forever missives of attainment and peace,
Embracing serenity of solitude, clarity of being,
Achieving bliss of cohesion and congruity,
Set free beyond bounds of mundane, ordinary,
Attaining divinity in realm of humanity.
Written: March 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Ethereal Lantern Contest
Quote By Rumi: “The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.”
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In every fleeting felicity, twilight dislimns.
Gaunt into gossip, gossamer of gold glove.
Sewn-in vibrant amethyst and topaz,
laden in the ethereal glow of moonlight.
An eerily lit candle glides over the sea,
brittle, bare in a lambent, gossamer veil
soft vibe exudes a nostalgic indigo mood.
A life pearl holds hope and love
exquisite lantern shapes ethos
diaphanous for a soft glow
quiet pull and rhythmic delight.
Dazzle and dance to Daunt Daub
awe-inspiring lanterns, a mesmerizing sight
a gentle glow gracefully grows with breeze,
Elysian elixir sight to elicit one to their knees.
Owls deem Nubian sky depths
a heartfelt jewel from heaven
Humanity is still a model of clay
overlooked amid the artifacts of divine
blithely beshrew beleaguer blunt battle
and how the fluid obscurity undulated
embrace that pure clarity
If gloom dulled spark of empyreal kismet.
Their genesis maunder motley mystery
their nexus is nebulous; ogle as a panacea
and possess a hypnotic, pellucid spell
It casts a glow on all who dwell.
Fetch them felicitously, float flourishing,
and feel your soul overflowing with love
amid auric doxology of celestial lanterns
Infuse your spirit with unadulterated bliss.
O’ divine stars, sprinkling
ruby wine ribbons
upon idyllic fields,
where fireflies lit the night skies~
with feathers of nirvana,
dancing above weeping
waves of twirling time.
Listen to the perfumed
poem of my soul,
written from lilac pink liquid ink,
emanating the nostalgic
fragrance of a withered rose~
from Aphrodite's castle
of myrtle magic,
where longing and love float
in flavors of sweet blossoms
across pastel pages
of immortal romance.
O’ beloved, I hide these
amethyst affections,
behind the mist
of unspoken words,
in the warmth of morning dew,
while the bonfire in my heart
rises above to caress
diamond dreams
across your daffodil dawn,
for I love you still
and I loved you then…
I am drowning in my darkness,
whistling your name
into the wilderness,
wondering, am I in this alone?
Do you feel the same?
I’ve woven your
initials across
magnolia meadows,
while nightingales rest
on breathless branches,
crooning aching lyrics
I weave in sunflower silence.
Now the sunrise we shared
sails in sketched solitude,
as the pale shadow of midnight
is for poets pining to be heard;
seen beyond lying lies of fortune,
and suppressed melodies
of onyx tears,
while I question the melted moonlight,
in rhyme-less prose…
Have you forgotten our songs?
Am I the one to take
the blame for unwritten wrongs?
Would I see you again
beneath honeyed horizons?
Here, in the labyrinth of loneliness,
I search for a tune to lure you back,
like flowers that await
the return of butterflies.
I close my eyes for a glimpse
of your silvery silhouette,
’cause I’m still in love with you,
your voice, your touch,
and all that you are…
In The Distant Beauty of Another Place
Four strings, smooth hand oiled skin,
imbued with joy’s countless hours.
A friend to one so lonely,
a voice to her silent awakening heart
each movement a dance
in the distant beauty of another place.
Her rosined bow coaxing sweetness
from the inanimate wood and string,
subtle hands speaking of her dreams,
her fears, her desire to be free –
As free as the haunting vibrations
emanating through her being –
awakening the fervor of her love
arousing the awareness of her passion.
Old strings embraced by young hands
renewed by love’s request,
responding to the sensuous touch
of beauty’s siren song.
Dimmed lights, hushed crowd,
four strings dance with rosined bow,
soft tears speaking through varnished wood
in the distant beauty of another place.
John G. Lawless
12/20/2014
submitted to – Let The Music Play On – poetry contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose
It is almost one of the best kept secrets, I would say
so few know of its power, thinking it to be far far away
but this power of speech, a power which is always passed on
leaves its lasting impressions, even after you are long gone
The world we live in, created with a molecular structure
articulating sound, our speech now meets this juncture
power of speech, although emanating from a thought
impacts on everything around us, and this we wrought
"Think good and it will be good", it's not just a saying
we really don't realize this power, our words are swaying
"think good and you will create good", is what it should be
sound created by our words lives forever, who would foresee
Think about the history of creation, the way the world came into being
G-d said, "Let there be light", having commanded, darkness began fleeing
but focus on the fact of G-d's act in His saying, which comes to inform
this power our Creator used, speech, whose power caused all to conform
So having been created in G-d's image, better to learn while we are young
our heritage as humans, life and death are really in the power of the tongue
the power to build or to destroy, stems from the power of the words we choose
we can perpetuate this light, doing good to all, rather than use it to abuse
Go Go Boy
He’s got the moves
Smooth like vinyl
Without the grooves
Zip zip zap zap
Making those toes tap
The mood’s psychedelic
as the girls scream and clap
Go Go Boy’s so smooth
They’ve gotta groove
Those kinda vibrations
makes Their bodies move
Scrumptious delicious
with free flowing flair
totally toned physique
and slicked back blond hair
He bathes in their screams
as they toss their underwear
A total solar eclipse
Who makes them stare
Go Go Boy
Is going going gone
No encore or extra song
Girls chanting
wanting to sing along
But he leaves them drenched
wanting more
with heat emanating from their core
Adios senoritas
Watch Go Go Boy go
he’s out the door!