Long Materiality Poems

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when we are Invisible

when we are invisible we sit in silence
in a mouldy fish moth garage
ash brick cement crumbles slow
wondering if we should eat our fingers
while they gorge on decadence
wrapped in celebration glitz 
when fast they did not
                  bodies swirl on beds
                  heads together 
blood still splattering distended bellies

                    a new Gaia is birthing 

when we are invisible we listen to 
falsetto laughter ripple table laden  
gossip ~ a bouquet lies thirsty
rose petals leaking slow tears whilst 
ash brick cement crumbles slow
recreated memories exaggerated 
fly across congested kitchen space
                  bodies swirl on beds
                  heads together 
blood still splattering distended bellies
 
                      a new Gaia is birthing 
  
when we are invisible we walk
beach sand where friends picnic
they see us not though smiling 
we cross their chequered blanket 
to join in cheese merriment raucous 
ash brick cement crumbles slow

our frequency can only bypass 
obesity complaining about 
sandy sandwiches tomatoed 
                    bodies swirl on beds
                    heads together 
blood still splattering distended bellies

                     a new Gaia is birthing 

when we are invisible dark or light 
matters not, neither gunpowder 
or champagne allures, hunger 
and satiation is not an experience 

invisibility not a cloak or mask
maybe point on translucent ouroboros 
assessing other points just for the
hell of it ~ in all seriousness God
laughs either way because 
invisibility and materiality is a single 
coin in His-Her cosmic peg bag
                     bodies swirl on beds
                     heads together 

blood still splattering distended bellies
       ash brick cement crumbles   s l o W
                                     s l o w …ly 

                      a new Gaia is birthing 
                         quietly______slOw ly


Premium Member Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams

Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams,
A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest,
The words that escape his lips tear through the thick veil of conformity,
Defying all that is official, public, and nationalist,
For every murmur of his is a scandalous cry of pure truth.
In the diaphanous light of the moon, his soul becomes a spectral beacon,
Illuminating the uncharted paths of those who defy common norms,
Each gesture of his, a sacrifice the world deems insane,
For in following his inner light, the artist inevitably chooses... poverty.
He sacrifices all status for a crystalline dream that gleams enigmatically,
Renouncing all worldly comforts to embrace divine truths,
In the depths of his heart, an unseen flame burns, guiding him toward mystery,
Even though his path is paved with renunciations and profound loneliness.
In every canvas and musical note, in every melodic and melancholic verse,
The soul of an artist flows, a living, vibrant protest,
In the silence of the night, his calling becomes a sacred incantation,
A promise to live beyond the limits of materiality, in a world steeped in magic.
And perhaps, one day, he might even renounce his art, for a higher dream,
In the final accords and agonizing colors, he will defy the passage of time itself,
He will embrace nothingness and infinity, for his true calling is to be a beacon,
A guiding light, an invitation towards the hidden sublime of the universe.
Under the scattered brilliance of stars and the pale moon, his soul dances,
In a waltz of renunciations and revelations, a living and mysterious poetry,
For in every sigh, in every murmur of the artist, an eternal epic is written,
A protest against conformity, a call to the pure magic of hidden truth.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Lust To Love

viewing an object of desire
immersion in materiality
losing ourself therein
slave to the senses
lustful passions rising
our thirst keeps deepening
correspondent to indulgence
poised yet as an animated thought
heart awaiting actual fulfilment 
wherefrom we gradually shift
our attention into the void
smiling at the descent 
of consciousness 
self serving

looking within 
through foggy vision
mind offers specious logic
to placate our feel good factor 
in alignment with our belief system
that we may carelessly dismiss
the root cause of ego craving
as deep dark delusion
owing to our stupor
stagnating in mind body
at Guna Tamas and Rajas
self blocking the Satva impulse
call of love divine in our heart
beckoning us in earnest
to meld head therein
in tranquil bliss

no judgment 
rather recognition
of what is as is within
rising and ebbing emotions
having roots in our lower mind
which we then simply transmute
by allowing divine magnetism
to gently steer energies
into pathways of love
ever present within 
our glowing heart

03-February-2021

Premium Member Follow Me

Follow me, my dear, to mythical shores of hypnotic dream,
Sail on my fantasies, driving passions of your zealous theme,
Afloat on tides of longing, musing on love’s passionate seas,
Vying paradise of bliss, propelling desires love-notions seize,
Savoring you in embrace romantic, ecstatic till the end of time,
Extolling life’s moments euphoric, alluring our love in prime.

As gilded smile of rising sun, sparkles gleaming skyline blue,
And ruby rays of dawn twinkle from glinting morning dew,
And meadows of spring-blossoms enthrall your fervid view,
And songs of our doting hearts, strumming love-tunes woo;
Cherishing memories enamored, forever vows we renew,
In Elysium of happiness, fate designed just for me and you.

Follow me, out of bleakness that questions meaning of life,
Follow me to enlightenment that negates angst of strife,
Follow me afar from the void of materiality, ego, and pride,
Follow me to the realms, that wisdom and virtues abide,
Follow me to self-awareness, questing halo of inner light,
Follow me on path to eternity, within walls of this life finite.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Transcendence

When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures up humbling catharsis,
Leaning in quietude, questing paranormal vitality,
Liberating from bounds of mundane, the ordinary,
Energizing calming bliss of unfamiliar, extrasensory.

Mortal soul steadily crosses limits of understanding
Reaching deep into unknown, unexplored territory,
Daring to search for knowledge in mystical obscurity
Pursuing enlightenment from supernatural intrigue,
Discovering newfound acuity blossoming internally
Adulating freedom of shedding narrow boundaries
Gaining divine wisdom, postulating own doctrines, 
Comprehending missives in blissfulness of sagacity.

As laments mellow in teachings of superior intellect
And bawl of distraught soothes in heavenly solace
Finding ambrosial tranquility in endearing calmness,
Physiological longings amiably, peacefully dissipate
And gradually soul enlightens, unafraid of mortality,
Yearning for permanence of purposeful inviolability,
Meaningful beyond self, detaching from materiality,
Synchronizing harmoniously in idyllic, placid sanctity.

January 21, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Transcendence
Form: Verse


Premium Member Telling Time

Telling Time
David J Walker

 I
It was our Kindergarten Dissertation 
Tying our shoes in neat bow knots 
Counting to100 
And the recognition of the trek 
Of the Big and Small hands of
The wall clock 
in relation to
Recess and lunch 
and time to go home

II
The race against the clock 
Leaves one numb 
The day is never done 
as long as time presents itself 
in the night sky
Baiting you to decipher its
Enigmatic code

III
There is no time my professor said
Everything appears and disappears 
in the now
Every line of the universe 
Measures another place and time 
I am but a spirit
He said 
Materiality is the illusion that we all see
But never agree upon

IV
Will the clock chime on the
Stage of space 
Demarking today from tomorrow
What is there to lose in
Closing the shades of 
a picture window 


V
The thing is
	No matter what you say
The clock runs
	Deaf and dumb 
And blind to the point of oblivion 
The Tic-Tok of the wall clock 
Picks pockets like 
a common street thief 
waiting for you to awaken 

VI
But I remember
however imperfectly
There were days before these 
That I can still reach with my hands
And we can agree
		To some extent
Were real
That’s how I know I can tell time
By the scars and the stars
that had to come 
 	from somewhere
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In the deep valleys of the spirit, where dreams boil in the overflowing cup of consciousness

In the deep valleys of the spirit, where dreams boil in the overflowing cup of consciousness,
I wander aimlessly, seeking countless treasures not in gold, but in scattered words.
There is no money in poetry, only echoes of emotions woven through the fine threads of time,
Like an ephemeral butterfly, flying over the green fields of my soul.
Where minds open, we touch each other beyond materiality,
Through long verses and blind gazes, we hold hands in unheard universes.
Poems are blossoming oaks in the arid lands of our mercantilism,
Their roots deeply embedded, drawing from unseen springs of suffering and joy.
No one has ever been able to buy the sensation of the first kiss of dawn's light,
Or the melancholic cooling of dusk when stars weave light into darkness.
Words are the world's tear, priceless, falling on the square cheek of paper,
Poetry is the song of birds echoing from the hidden corners of our hearts.
In the desolation of cities of gold and silver, the sounds of bullion break the silence of hope,
But in the quiet of a dimly lit room, poems throb with un-lived life.
The poet is an alchemist of emotion, turning the lead of reality into the gold of imagination,
Not for gain, but for the liberation of the spirit from the prison of mundane daily life.
The feeling of love, worries lost among the night's shadows, worth more than kings' riches,
Each verse is a whispered talisman, kept in the depths of our silence;
There is no money in poetry, but there are infinite universes,
Where words dance freely, released from the venal prisons of the world.
In the stream of consciousness, I pour my heart into endless pages,
Old experiences and forgotten yearnings flow through my pen into a river of stars,
My poems are relics of a bygone time, yet forever alive,
What perishes, what remains, in the collective memory of the soul.
We do not earn gold from metaphors, nor silver from complex rhymes,
But in the magic of words, we find the true treasure that never fades.
Poetry is an ancient spell, an eternal song that binds us to eternity,
And even if there is no money in poetry, there is the immortality of fully lived meaning.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member One of the Many Spiritual Views

Liquid light crystallised as blood
Entwines with pranic magnetism
God's life force in incessant motion
Enlivening organic mind-body form
Forming an ego to navigate earth
Which is driven by survival instinct
Ego seeks our undivided attention
Within this world of myriad illusions
To enhance thus it’s own well being

Given this preamble, the path is clear
For soul to again become living light 
Here and now, within this materiality
Keeping attention fixated on the truth
In alignment with voice of conscience 
With our heart rooted in purity of being

We yet have to walk the talk, however
Moment to moment, breath by breath

22-October-2022

In Environment

infant life
                                             near to celestial region in sense
                                                 just born after it's journey
                                             knows nothing about materiality
                                       smells fragrance till the life grows to child

                                                         in environment
                                         from childhood lessens that fragrance
                                              material's felt essence for need
                                            qualification education and wealth
                                       helps to have fame of deemed destination
Form: Verse

Premium Member Ascent

The earth element
Gravity, structure, solidity
Gross materiality, animal instinct
Hunger, thirst, shelter, the fear of death
Hunting, hiding, seeking, habit driven
Squirrel storing nuts for winter
Yet stirred by a fragrance
Pleased with the moon

The water element
The urge to procreate
Emotions, maternal, paternal
Looking at forging family relationships
Lust ~ blame it on testosterone
Unstable, given to rage
Yet stirrings of love
Call from within

The fire element
Warrior, tactician, priest
The world is his playground
Where the end justifies the means
Domination, head over heart
Neither regret nor remorse
Yet senses there's more
Than mind-body

The air element
Emptiness begets envy
Plotting, scheming, politician
Yet it is here that we learn to forgive
Lightening load on our heart
Whispers of conscience
Seeking God-connect
The search begins

The ether element
Purity and innocence
Selective empathy, embrace
Head and heart aligned with truth
Central presence, detachment
Living in the here and now
Painting, poetry, music
The void beckons

Transcendence
In but not of the world
Attention poised in stillness
Glimmers of spiritual love and light
Opposites dissolve in Oneness
We are breathed by God
Compassion and bliss
Self-luminescent

28-October-2022

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