Long Realm Poems
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Long feathered edges from the red sunset
As dreams fly through evening skies to explore
Two hearts whisper, in a paradise, met
Love's mouth is kissed on the sandy shore
Time moves to moments they'll reminisce
While curled white-capped waves, till soft pebbled sand
In this realm of twilight, eternal bliss
From a gentleness of a lover's hand
As they lay still beneath light glows above
To enjoy the night sky, the waves implore
They acknowledge the presence of love
In the moon's shadow of the waves encore
They ask to speak to the heart they adore
And seal their fate, lovers forevermore
The thin thread of the horizon
where the sky meets the sea welcomes me
with my dreamer's dreams of peaceful serenity
as I walk the soft undulation of the seashore
to absorb the vastness of its realm
filled with shades and shadows
whether from above or below
to allow my spirit to wander in search of silent mysteries
and untied thoughts
so I may escape the world of confusion
on the shores of white waves and aqua blue water
drawing strength with each salted breath
from its ebb and flow that offers a tranquil eternity
of quiet solitude and beautiful bliss
that will remain long after I'm gone
and like so many others
discover the dreams of my soul
as it soars to the horizon
where the sky and sea meet
8/19/21
contest Writing Prompt, Ocean or Seas
sponsored by Constance La France
nothing should exist
but still does appear
as separate objects
in as perceived by us
in our body apparatus
which we then delight in
and wholly identify with
to the extent that we forget
our true Self so cognising
through limited senses five
analysed by lower mind
vibrations slowed down
so appearing crystallised
to differentiated awareness
in the realm of duality
if wonder and astonishment
be our ever present orientation
there then remains no possibility
for presence to remain deluded
whilst beholding myriad illusions
for which each breath we bilocate
in the pause of polarity interchange
aware of the source of awareness
ever pulsating as light self-renewing
in the transcendent void of nothingness
and yet immanent here in form
ever aglow as our spiritual heart
wherefrom the life pulse enlivens us
until the purpose of this dream ends
16-May-2023
In the twilight realm of shadows, where whispers weave tales of discontent,
Politics, a guilty addiction, ensnares the souls of the desperate and bent.
Addicts of power, they wander, their hearts encased in cold steel,
Lies and deceit their currency, stealing dreams we once held real.
In the dark corridors of influence, where truth fades and shadows extend,
Each maneuver, each word, is but a note in their cacophonic blend.
They lie, they cheat, they steal, driven by a hunger deep and wild,
Sacrificing morals and kin, their minds like an untamed tempest refiled.
In the fever of their frenzy, their eyes shine with a vacant light,
Feeding their cruel habit, they cast humanity into night.
No cure for this affliction, no balm for their tainted souls,
They drag us down with them, as they spiral into deeper holes.
Through the fog of false promises, the addicts navigate,
Chasing illusions of grandeur, weaving a tapestry of fate.
Their greed knows no boundaries, their desires a poisoned well,
In their quest for dominance, they turn paradise to hell.
Yet in this darkness, a whisper of hope still lingers,
A dream of a world free from the clutch of corrupted fingers.
Where truth can rise like dawn, breaking chains of deceit and gloom,
And the human spirit, unshackled, can find its true rhythm in bloom.
In the shadows, let us not falter, but seek the light's embrace,
For even in the darkest corners, truth leaves a trace.
Let us craft a new melody, where honesty and justice blend,
In a world where politics heals, and corruption meets its end.
Pls,I don't want to leave you behind,
You were blown to this far place to revived,
And it seems to you that,you're not a dignitary,
Just guess what is next after you're nailed to a territory,
The anxities of the world has really catapulted you on many occasion,
If you should tell me your feelings,something perhaps might be so wrong somewhere,
The observers and the pedestrians are ready to accumulate different trust fare,
The physical optical sense can't see my home from this realm,
Fighting a good fight under this very sun,
The question was deeper to find its answer,
"Where is home,prodigal son?",
Friends make good out of the bad master,
From the corners of the world comes the shadows of mood,
The mountain is so high,
Dearth is not for you,
The flesh is very shy,
Untill the breathe returns to the creator,
Touch my hand,feel my palm....look through my face,
Desperately,the five wise virgins can't wait for favour,
No one knows my thought to trace.
In the twilight of my soul, where shadows whisper untold secrets,
Our eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, the universe unfolds,
Filled with terrible confessions, like stars burning in a silent sky,
Our eyes, those windows to the soul, speak of lost love, of shattered dreams.
Through the labyrinth of my thoughts, I wander, a ghost in my own mind,
The echoes of your gaze haunt me, a symphony of intertwined melancholy,
The eyes say it all, they are the storytellers of our deepest fears,
They tell tales of longing, of suffering, of silent, unspoken tears.
In the mirror of your eyes, I see reflections of a time long past,
A garden of forgotten promises, where love once bloomed, but did not last,
Your eyes, those shimmering pools of sorrow, hold the weight of the world,
They are galaxies of pain and passion, where our shared history is unfurled.
Like a river flowing through the valleys of our intertwined destinies,
Our eyes convey an ancient language, one of melancholic serenities,
They whisper of the nights spent in each other's arms, of the dawns we missed,
They murmur the secrets of our souls, in a silent, melancholic tryst.
I delve into the depths of your gaze, searching for fragments of myself,
In your eyes, I find pieces of my heart, scattered, forsaken, overturned,
The confessions they hold are like a mirror, reflecting my inner struggle,
They are the silent narrators of our intertwined, tumultuous life.
In the silent conversation between our eyes, lies an unseen world,
A realm where love and sorrow dance, where joy and suffering converge,
Our eyes, those portals to the soul, speak a truth words cannot define,
They reveal the depth of our connection, the agony of our intertwined line.
And so, in the twilight of our shared existence, we stand, eyes locked in a melancholic embrace,
The terrible confessions they hold, a testament to our journey, to our grace,
For in the language of the eyes, we find a truth so profound,
That even in the silence, our souls are forever bound.
I dreamt you
in golden threads of sunlight;
streaming, dancing, mingling with
azure waters...
dreamt you calling,
singing out my name in your regal orcan tongue...
dreamt you in each face that peered
from liquid silver seas...
dreamt your body's etheric touch
amidst cool tranquil waters...
dreamt our souls as one;
bound together; two spirit dreamers...
dream you now a foggy memory
since the whalers came...
but, as all dreams do;
you too soon…fade.
I awaken from this abysmal, astral realm…
reaching, stretching for your spirit.
Alone again, I will touch you again…
in another time.
Copyright, 2-20-14
ANACREONTIC (MY EPIGRAM TO FUNMI)
Ode to ¹"Oluwafunmilayo",
Gimme reckless & endless "²ayo",
More limitless & restless valor
bcos "³ní lé mi wà báyo",
Safe all the drama & "àló",
Let's make love from bed to parlor
and ecstasy slit deep like razor.
Crown forbades sorrow when "°¹adébáyo",
Your joy is welcomed by "°²AdéDáyo",
Dithyrambic passion, "°³je ká sayo",
Ravel in this forever realm.
Anacreontic, ode to the Queen FM.
Syntax: ¹Oluwafunmilayo`(name) - God gives me joy; ²ayo` - joy; ³ní lé mi wà báyo` - in my house you'll meet joy; àló - story/tale; °¹adébáyo` - crown meets joy; °²AdéDayo`(name) - Crown turns joy; °³je ká sayo` - let's have fun.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Form: Rhyme Sonnet.
Copyright© April 2021.
To Dear Simar on her birthday
Adorable, charming,
sweet mesmerising smile,
Familiar grace,
twinkle in dreamy eyes;
Essence of wisdom,
unfolding humour,
You subtly touched
our longing heart;
Our son’s cherished soul,
You became our daughter
from the very start.
Watching you together
brings us joy,
For in your happiness
our hearts abide.
O’ dear Simar…
Treasure our love
endless unseen, crystal pure,
Feel in inner sanctum,
realm of myriad realisms;
Soft as mist of rain,
tranquil as moonshine,
Heavens will fall
as you requite.
On this special day,
beneath the birthday skies,
May the eloquent elixir
flow deep to marrow,
Abundance embrace
through dusk and dawn,
Wherever life may take
you both to roam,
May love and laughter
always lead you home.
We raise a toast
to this beautiful day,
To the lovely soul
who lights our way;
May your every dream
each wish come true,
How blessed we are
that life brought us you.
September 1, 2026
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
The force is erupting another deified element.
A calm walkabout that's gathering the fully intent.
The realm you seek is forward down the left hand path.
To each his own, by this trickery of faith and Holy wrath.
Devoured by the misunderstanding, and directed by the multiple guises.
Cast down beside the blind, by a God whom craft demoralizes.
Ready to be the unforgotten besides the unholy moral compass is always true.
As the universe is constantly watching, of which belief do you truly ensue?
Can it be possible that it's all been a climactic of a fully misinformed course?
With an open mind to believe, you must abandon to completely question it's source.
By my name is a casting of a runic force.
Bludgeoned by blunt words, provoked with their prayers, another exorcised possession.
Consider the exorcism to be the invoking of demons directly into human form from a demonic dimension.