Long Materialise Poems
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Consider the beginnings of a tree
this wooden bark all comes from a seed
through the years of growth to materialise
producing wood meets many a need
But not every tree reaches its goal
some are stopped, providentially split
building up by a power of forces outwith
causing its end before it has to quit
Lightning strikes from way up high
coming down with ferocious force
stripping the outer bark like a force 10
leaving it bare like it's voice gone hoarse
The flames erupt at the point of strike
burning most of the trees inner core
nothing left of its productive growth
burned alive before reading its shore
Such is this world's end in sight
the embarking of a lightning strike
for then left bare stripped by fire
rejecting the saviour, listen to the liar
(It was based on lightning strikes on woodland and its effect)
Let me tilt my top hat,
And put on a smile,
Let me courtesy and bow...
“Name’s Charlie”
“Welcome to my desire factory!”
Let your own mind illuminate
Rest of the journey,
Chocolates are obsolete,
My factory now reads
Your deepest desires!
So what you wish is what you get,
So follow the purple road,
Through pink fountains,
Dotted along by red plantains,
Those dwarfs in green point the way,
To destination ‘sanctum ignorum’!
Here you will find a masterpiece.
A decorated mirror gilded in gold,
There are no machines or gadgets!
just that mirror, that makes
whatever is your deepest desire!
If you are bereft of reason,
slave to desires, guided by ignorance,
deaf to wisdom, blinded by greed,
my mirror will give you all you need!
Stand in front of the mirror, just wish!
From your dream car to a tasty dish,
Clap your hand,reach out to touch,
All worldly objects will materialise,
Take your stuff and pay at the gate!
Our currency? please note:
is no longer money!!!
But we only charge you that
you may no longer need
for your worldly deeds.
Pay us in morals, it is well valued,
if you have saved any,
You can also exchange your compassion and love!
special offer today for a kind heart,
just leave it at the gate and pick up
Your want!
This strange world feeds
our new factory,
where we simply collect
your innate sweetness,
And give you what you greed!
“Let me Welcome you all
to the new Willy Wonka factory!!”
Written 18/05/2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
1st placement
Contest: Willy Wonka Is Not Here so
what’s my factory going to make?
"Transport Terminals"
When ghosts find ghosts
they walk through the
core of each other
expecting knowledge
of the other’s being
it’s surprising mirrors
are considered
transport terminals
eerily reflective
otherworldly portals
between there
and here
past, present, future
managing the transfer
easily
but it's never
that easy
when you’re a ghost
blueprints are beggars
to transparency
fingers slip through
the heart never seen
the remand centre
for processing
other channels are used
necromantic psychography
quills for keys
moonlit silver water
in a pen, shaken
sharp fountains for ink
cutting calligraphy for
phantom tears
inside the turmoil
of a storm-filled ocean
stirred surface searched
for eidolon's face
reflecting the other
rising to eat
each other's worlds
becoming words
the hungry need to be fed
ghost writers scrying
lives away, not near at all
but in front of each other
turning empty cups
upside down reading
spectral tea leaves
messages invisible
but it's never
that easy
fingers slip through
the heart never seen
the bare bones
of it all
materialise
skeleton keys
for dancing
those inside
the mirror out
locked in the dream
fingers slip through
the heart never seen
messages
ghost written
on mirrors
quills for keys
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“The Special Ones”, Katie Noonan – George
https://youtu.be/LupbCITf4tw
Necromantic = Necromancy
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necromancy
Psychography
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing
Scrying
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrying
Duality
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dualism_in_cosmology
LYRICS/ "The Special Ones", Katie Noonan - George
https://www.lyricslrc.com/song890471/katie-noonan-special-ones
"Crazy", Katie Noonan (Gnarls Barkley cover)
https://youtu.be/NZkE9GB7JuU
LYRICS /"Crazy"
https://genius.com/Gnarls-barkley-crazy-lyrics
(A lone voice whispers)
Will you
Come all
Yes,
Yea and dance
For
In the deepest woods
In that old
Woodland grove
Something stirs
An electric emotion
Consuming the very air
Can you feel
Its pulse
And all consuming
Power
Would you attend as
An invited guest
With me
And dance
Go wild
And let your mind and soul
Be held prisoner
As they are
Slowly deflowered
Beyond all worldly
Fears
As unknown spirits advance
Would you still attend
As a guest of mine
To visit my dark midnight
Winter Festival
To communicate
And bind with the
Deep divine
To be totally lost
And absorbed in its
Yellow ring
Of supernatural lights
Which will
Swirl all around us
As we breathe in
Its ancient dust
To watch and wonder
At the
Opening of hidden gateways
Above us
And below us
A spell to be cast in dark skies
By illuminated souls
Between time and space
As we prepare and stand
Hidden from
The mundane
Human race
To see a new brave world
Soon ours to summon
And command
Where
Nothing but goodness
And love will fill our old
Souls
For tonight
We will dance
With our pagan ancestors of old
It's our time of year
As we will
This supernatural festival
To arrive
To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Winter's long past
That may have survived
To then
Embrace old Mother Spring
The goddess of all living things
As she slowly awakes
And begins to gradually
Materialise
A flurry of cold memories
Hidden in mystical snow
To beguile
Will
You dance
Beyond wet
Tears for people
We always remember
Who have died
As we may cry
For tonight
On this pagan eve
We shall live forever
For we baptised
To be eternal
And will never
Die beyond
All who can truly see
As their reawakened
Souls
Cry out
Blessed Be
Copyright John Duffy
What do you do when frustration threatens to destabilise?
I tend to look for a chocolate bar of a decent size,
And wait for a new strategy to materialise.
My recent bout of frustration,
Is due to my failure to convince others there is a situation,
That requires them to do a re-evaluation.
It is time to stop saying wow,
And that time is now,
For priorities to become the mainstay of any show.
Am I the only one with my feet planted on the ground,
When it comes to spending millions on a children's playground,
If there is no money for housing the homeless to be found.
Can nobody else feel the winds of change,
Or hear the waves that now come in a larger range,
Likely to come ashore at any moment and our lives re-arrange.
What do you do when there is no chocolate bar close at hand?
And a new strategy in your lap does not land,
That is when Faith may be the only thing left on which to stand.
“The path appears when we walk upon it ~
That we stumble not, lamp of love is lit”
~ quote by poet
Poised in staid silence where no thoughts arise,
our heartbeat echoing the cosmic drum,
we dissolve in the magnetic bliss hum,
illumining form as rays of sunrise.
Each breath intake a delightful surprise,
Holy Spirit a flame, which we become,
erect spine, a violin, which we strum,
that light of Self may materialise.
Synced with bliss beats, nectar begins to flow,
navigating its way through feeble form,
enlivening body-mind made of dust,
that as we so then shine like a rainbow,
vaporised presence centred in love’s storm,
melds with God’s light, in playful childlike trust.
TRAUMA
anxiety
feeling
unprepared
yet resilient
&very blessed
hybrid
of naturalistic
fantasy
elaborate
sequences
compelling
but
fascinating
warm
& captivating
interesting
&
accepted
incredible
meaningful
creativity
identified
the
emotional
connects
&clinches
a beautiful
idea
to transition
imagination
into
fearless
personal
experience
from
chaos
of anger
&rage
to
the
idiosyncratic
&
unique
BLUSH
so elusive
gradually
emerge
from
scattered locations
otherwise
unknown
light
as parchment
the delicacy
of nature
swirling
wayward
& abrupt
white
materialise
like a vision
every
nuance
natural
below
& beyond
in
disorientating
dimensions
about
to be gone
lies
the bizarre
&coarse
glimmering
out
of nowhere
against
a hazy
darkness
in
appearance
&
so expressive
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
GLIMPSES
look anywhere
randomly
& experience
subtle
movement
quite natural
slow motion
circulating
a concise i
mage
a happening
drifting
through
experience
sounds
quietly
as
appropriate
concepts
as echoes
materialise
& linger
elsewhere
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Laughter doesn't roam around a sad face,
Smile rarely book its place on a frown eye;
Where simplicity scares away its trace,
To set standard as deep as heavy sigh.
But tears might be hidden in cruel man's heart,
So fear resides in a happy man's mind;
That love rips not his loyalty apart-
For once; be twice shy of its vicious kind.
Brilliance doesn't possess strength to aim right,
When focus lacks the vision to keep track...
When moon gets no stars' rays at darkest night,
Let alone beep through one of such spark's stack.
Same goes with blind idea stolen from you,
Such won't materialise the best cum view.
When will the time for me arrive
when I no longer have to strive
to fight to keep myself alive?
When will I travel land and see,
no longer bound by misery,
but free to bask in revelry?
When will my heart be unafraid
of death that beckons to the grave,
and mocks my show of being brave?
When will I use my wings to fly
Unfettered, meant to soar up high
at home in azure, boundless sky?
When will I see the phoenix rise
through clear and not these misted eyes
When will my dreams materialise?
When will I know there's more to life
than war and death, this endless strife,
and daily horror that is rife?
When will I taste a love so pure,
a love that does not lose allure
a love so strong, it will endure?
"For everything there is a time"
This is a holy paradigm
When will this truth be also mine?
Eileen Manassian