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Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor
Lake mine previous
(stream of consciousness
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
down the rabbit hole
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
Cave of our heart, virgin and unexplored,
invites us to go in within,
relinquishing both thought and senses five,
that our soul’s journey may begin.
No sooner we so choose, without excuse,
magnetic currents engulf form,
bestowing God’s gift of rapturous bliss;
caress divine, tender touch warm.
We cognise the dance of polarities,
driven by soul’s yearning to feel
pangs of separation and then union,
in fullness of bliss beats appeal.
In timeless time, hues of love are ingrained,
etched upon fabric of our soul,
propelled by our pure heart’s childlike desire,
to become the flame we extol.
04-August-2022
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
“Terra Incognita”
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light.
A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight.
They are held to what they are allowed to view,
And yield when they grip their identity and hue.
I can hear sighing while I'm still close firmly,
Millennia ago, by beings apt to live eternally.
I can feel their vicinity and smell their fragrance.
It clasps me from behind and grabs my flagrance.
We follow in the footsteps of our predecessors,
And behave visibly toward enticing assessors.
There was an aiming brain area you won't believe,
As surely as a harp, we allow creeds to leave.
I hear mirth while a harp plays awe-tune finery.
Father was the donor, and I await your midwifery.
When it's dark outside and you can grip the stars,
I dwell under the glow of lightning and scars.
A royal seagull holds all distress and saltiness,
Tears of despair fall freely and with snottiness.
Something floats over the burdened couple,
You've lost much delight due to this supple.
My reefs of logic, mystery, and terra incognita,
Ouachitas goldsmiths were jarred by Amanita.
Adverse times allude to a poet's stark weary right,
Ideal lovers, Poseidon and the neat Amphitrite.
Stop at the limit of the path, and then proceed,
When did most souls stop using spiked metal?
Set on the inert tools and the virtue laws creed,
It's time for testing, for ages to avow their mettle.
My dark and grim retentions fulfill my dream,
Lulling tones of a long-forgotten cradle scream.
In the twilight, forlorn and tender songs unfold,
In the pulsing beats of entering and release, untold.
My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light,
A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight.
They are stuck with what they are entitled to view,
Focus on the future, not their burial lot due.
My boat goes across a cool, undulating lake,
Seven stars' light bulbs burn dimly in my sake.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 05, 2022
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I travel a fistful of miles to attend
Your weekly sessions, and
The journey is always worth it.
I thank you, Guru Siddhartha Telang
For the gift of premium-free
Meditation--and sometimes yoga!--you
Bestow on Saturday mornings. For
Guiding me to terra incognita and back
With soothing words and music.
I thank you.
For the exceeding generosity with your time
My new-found metamorphosis, my cup
Overflows with gratitude. These titles I'm
Sure you'll modestly reject, but to me
You're a sage and a "Guru"
Thank you very much, indeed....
Date written and posted: 04/03/2016
Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
The reason my poetic ink flows is simple. I write to inform,
to inspire, to move, to amuse, to explore the terra incognita,
to enter the dark room of my soul and open up the windows
for sunlight to come in. I leave the doors wide open for readers
to walk in. I'm driven by an inexplicable interior mechanism,
an unsatiable existential curiosity about the human condition,
about life in general. Love and nature help fuel my creativity.
I'm an explorer
I open my soul's window
to let the light in.
RHYMES AND REASONS Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 05/31/2020
"Life is either daring adventure or nothing at all."
Quote by _Helen Keller
I would like to be an adventurer,
and set sail for places terra incognita;
still uncharted, unknown, undiscovered on earth,
in remote corners of the world !
It would be amazing to find places,
and be the first to walk the land;
areas untouched, mysterious, maybe forbidden,
perhaps an unmapped lost city !
Be the first to roam a forest jungle,
wild, quite strange and dangerous;
unexplored until my discovery or so I believe,
oh, to find a paradise pristine !
_____________________
August 07, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Terra Incognita
Copyright Protected, ID 08-147-562-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Theme chosen - Terra Incognita
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 13
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 09/04/2022
Third Place
Some lackadaisical days,
I sit peacefully still
in a trancelike state,
embarking on a spectacular,
unreal adventure
to an imaginary somewhere
far removed from
the present. My mind free as a bird
as I navigate through the hazy
and shadowy corridors
of the terra incognita, arriving
at a dreamlike no man's land;
an untouched, ethereal place
of wonder fit for a king!
Could this be heaven?
I'm meditating,
but it feels like I'm in
a surreal dream!
Submitted for...
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 05/29/2021
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient scrivener
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper her excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent synchronicity!
Terra Incognita
Hidden!
Uncharted eternity birthing
Roiling!
In a slow dance
The pregnant pause of terra’s faults
Breaks o p e n
In slip strikes
Earth’s fiery magma
Spit back into the hands of Heaven’s potter
Churning!
Moody
Mercurial
Footprint on the landscape’s soul
Journey to epiphany and nature’s improvisation
New land birthed
Uncharted steamy islands
The territory of infinity’s face revealed
Spouting from the abyss of oblivion
Amorphous!
Shapeless
Nameless
Anonymous
Ambivalent explosions of molten earth
Unmapped anticipation
For future nomad’s unquenchable quests.
8-29-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen Terra Incognita
11-14-22
Contest: Mile 20 Poetry Marathon
Sponsor: Mark Toney
25 Lines