Long Occult Poems
Long Occult Poems. Below are the most popular long Occult by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Occult poems by poem length and keyword.
Behold & beware…
green comet
sails through
cadaverous darkness
on its journey through
Sol’s neighborhood
Gaia’s parasites
blink at
the luminous
icy rock
(they are
pummeled by
shocking storms
& plagued with stormy
delusions)
It’s official:
humankind is
on the glowing rocks
(obviously a major malfunction)
dodging more shoes
dropping like conspiring flies
out of a corrosive sky
caught between interstellar cigars
& hard places
as the gods play dice
with entangled eons
Aargh & Yikes!
rumbles a horrified poet
seeking & evading
The Good, The Bad &
The Ultimate
in celestial entrails
within fields of nightmares
blindsided by
diseased deities
bearing apocalyptic gifts
blinded by
tormenting tardigrades
waiting for the last laugh
Indeed
it is exhausting
to escape event horizons
& evade Martian ironists
posing as poisoned
dust devils
howling coldly
growling boldy
Where No Pen has Gone Before
Aah ! Mantis Madonna, the Avenger !
we salute your deepened empathy
your telepathic and combat martial skill,
ability to neck kill in quiet strength those
forgetting connection for correction —
How hard you trained with disciplined alien hierophants, unknowing what was in store, insectoid eyes witnessing xray life beneath facades, against all odds in any pod galore
hail we your embodiment as femme fatale
arum alone you dwelled when memory erased
Surely your creator, then priestly Pama nurturers
knew attributes needed to confront Darkness —
control over body-mind, agility, endurance
superior deductive abilities, one to shatter
steel, exact intuition, loving across dimensions
Aah ! Mantis Madonna, the Avenger !
Mobile your compact body, changeable
invisible can you transmute it, one who
instantly perceives weak, strong gaps ~
of mixed gene origins, standing in stead
graceful your dances transfix, entrances
Magically mystical you fantasmorgorical
were conceived cutting storylines, timelines
astral travelling coding advanced healing skill
elfin efficiencies, occult knowledge top-notch
vibrating in cells, as rituals you perform in storm
Average humans we can but stand in awe
imbibing thaumaturgic miracles as we gape
Mantis escapades, reflect on deity energies
with flashes of insight that we too have
capacity to bend realities for good of all —
Goddess intergalactic madonna on comic
pages but a stimulus for our psyches
where futures are conceived, flute believe
geoshaped by wills from colonial brutalities
tough treading human evolution threading
Aah ! Mantis Madonna, the Avenger !
we ode your character unfolding
quantum revolutions as a 3D green niece
praying lands, hands together on moist
marigold fronds, for us to curtsy
before another cosmic fly-off
go green queen, go !
GIT THEE BEHIND ME SATAN-
All my soul within me pitching
Git thee behind me Satan
All my soul within me ditching
Only this and a shepherdess
Much I not marveled the mystic exorcist
Git thee behind me Satan
My mind always strays to enchanters
Much I not marveled this splendid priestess
I discovered the alchemists
And its eyes have all the witching
Git thee behind me Satan
The whipsaw witchery whipsawing
And so I screamed, 'Is that a theologian?'
Enchantress - enchantress - enchantress!
Suddenly, I heard some magicking
God forbid
The occult smiled
God and I proclaim...Git thee behind me Satan
Demons cries and flees
Gods children and angels singing
Git thee behind me Satan
8/9/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
The naked night; the wailing wind;
leaves in their flight are summers end.
Betwixt occult and morning’s light;
moon stands, it’s her birthright.
Ghost-nests revealed in abandoned limbs;
wind wails and peals its adieu hymns.
Birds left will feed on frozen meals;
squirrels will plead for fruity fields.
As Earth beds down for an annual sleep;
wear no frown, no crawlies will creep.
Parchment colors paint the ground.
Fires for lovers will abound.
In autumn as the Vandyke leaves fall, lovers truly have a ball.
When winter’s cold assaults the air, hot cocoa we’ll all share.
10-20-2020
Still-Life Autumn Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
An ocean's depth lies between The Georgia Guidestones
and England's Salisbury Plains, where Stonehenge stands.
Though they appear on different continents, they share
mysterious secrets that have never quite been explained.
Were they erected as a cryptic message for all of mankind,
or esoteric giants raised on earth, new or eons of years ago?
Commissioned by modern man or the hierarchy of occult?
Vertical, they stand, monoliths in fields of space and time,
Silent are the henges, forged in history, draped in moss
circular in shape, one age old set encircling the other.
Praised as an archaeological wonder, aligning with the sun,
a healing place or time's gateway used by priest and Druids?
The Georgian stones appear to me as a set of double doors,
Inscribed on their surfaces are lines of grave warning and laws.
heralding "truth, beauty and love, passion faith and tradition."
One distinct language, and a guide limiting world population.
Perhaps Stonehenge is just a monument to the dead, but that's
not the simple minded perception that rolls around in my head.
I believe there's something more significant to the ancient stones
that we can only conceive if the Druids want it made known.
November 27, 2021
Georgehenge Stone Cold Minds Reflect Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Son of a demon and a witch,
Fighting against harbingering the apocalypse.
The Right Hand of Doom against Heaven's sake...
Accompanies this young boy and his pancakes.
Born from Hell,
In which he will twice return;
A reputation of honor and respect,
Is one he would earn!
Goblins, ghosts, ghouls and golems;
Godly and ungodlike all to confront...
Now an honorary man and a Bureau,
Guarded by his giant punch!
His coat and belt would house items,
To balance off his fiends and occult.
And when they didn't work,
He would just go for the throat!
Ogdru-Jahad, Baba Yaga and Rasputin,
Are a few of the villains he would face,
This Anung Un Rama,
Our Hellboy, our fate.
August, 17th 2021
In the early hours of life
I saw a tiny rose bud
Years have passed
But the fragrance is fresh
Memories are mysterious
Recent is forgotten
Old is retained
T The heart too keeps memories
Away from brain
Seems intuitive, but true
Life has occult dimensions
All is not intelligible
Though real
Strange thoughts
Sweet and soothing
Come adding to my joy
I feel closer to myself
The wild disappears
Serenity takes over
Balance in Everything
Middle Path towards serenity
Avoid Left Right paradigm
And live with plenty
Through despotic laws
so humanity obeys
We do not follow these occult displays
Balance in Everything
so teaches people
I would say,
ethics, morals, insight,
The middle way is indifference to what is night and day,
Virtue versus sin, Fear and safety versus oblivion,
Never conceding to evil at least without a fight,
This yet sought after - still today
But found and taught long ago it would seem,
by the son of ancient King
Gnosis of this variety
Is no obvious, tangible thing
It is innate as it should be
As it is and has always been,
Balance in Everything
goes back to self and some intellectual bravery,
spiritual knowledge requires
no instruction..
Therefore no permission to reject all slavery,
And so just at first
the journey of a few,
And many questions asked
getting back to self
the answer,
the adventure now - after all,
has been so clearly masked,
It requires awareness only - a natural perception enhancer,
So smothered, denied and hidden,
And so prohibited for anyone to view,
The intangible notion
Of..
- Balance in Everything
Right Thought, Right Speech
Right Action,
would seem so apparent
yet intrinsically new
To re-learn what we know..
Of what in essence
- we are
..Spiritual in nature.
That is just cause and reason enough by far
to perceive that it is..
Absolutely just as True.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
During covid 19 lockdown
9th March 2021
*Image of Between Doors by Hope.
As Shadows Mend
A lingering bravura form ... dawn midst twilight's brilliance,
It sprung a length of an unscathed course -- accidentally,
The mute vim snugly stamped unfilled, credulous of malice,
Flightiness stemmed from this silhouette, soulless oddity,
Fractured sewn plots hint of ambrosia, ere glint of the sun,
Crept o'er beauts dead asleep flit promenade the *Champs Elysees,
This undertaker gleams green edges, tickling haunting fun,
Furtive's sourced the virgin-less dove, resting on eggs well pleased,
Furtherance strengthen cloaks, catnapped air revives to a squeeze,
Contingent hollow burdened by hyped growth and fancy streams,
Swarming hodgepodge, dynamism idled, abandoned, charms ease,
Consequential happenings, capricious woodland's sprite dreams,
Curiousness provoked benchmarks, advance said grey graveness,
Flummoxed o'er see-through luminance, that occult pseudonym,
The breathless saunters towards pronounced distant concaveness,
Prompts closeness of wormed anomaly, like some phantom limb,
Chanced, faced with faceless, instantaneously, sensed a warmth,
'Twas pacific this heightened soul tried to claim yond circumstance,
A cleansing consumed me whole, doleful went yielding a formed,
While Lunar's wanting depth, Sol's dawn, striking a winks askance.
The darkroom flights emptiness to illuminate alone,
Receptive rays liberates imprisoned eyes to wander,
Aims set, spirits exalted, aids cognizant chaperone,
Nippy night solicited valor, daydreams come yonder.
*Champs Elysees (SHOHNZ-eh-LEE-zeh): a major avenue in Paris famous for elegant shops and cafes
~~Happiest 2022 Dreamers, Aloha!~~
2021 December 28