Long Visioning Poems
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black velvet visioning vast void
kaleidoscopes glittering joyed
sanctified symphonies decoyed
cherubs cheer shimmering stars
darting dancing across Mars
awed are we, telescopes focus
seeing Suns burst hocus-pocus
bouncy brides in lacy locus
sky vineyards pour wine splashing
blood red hibiscus dashing
mind boggles as Darkness unfurls
penetrating strikes into pearls
goddess petals flourishing whorls
gold pistils dripping syrup
Presence is widely worshipped
ruddy fingers touch depth, pitch sing
observation salty tears bring
guide us to exalted High King
heralded by rose angels
seraphim soft enables
point piercing ignites another
quarks entangle quantum lovers
ink deep sizzles like no other
each space hollows of God's Eyes
Infinity dies then rise
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existence an eternal tango
eating spheres orange mango
Being neither panto or nando
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Can't Let Go
Can't let go of the feeling....being lost without a cause just cause....
I have no Clause....no calls to being some one's....(belonging to no one)....
not just anyone's....but that some one who would always want me for me...
not who I could be...I can't let go of...
short passages with no aim in this poetry stained game...I stay a slave to...
making my pen engrave the words quicker then my mind thinks....
filling the paper with empty but thoughtful passages links...to a piece of my heart
yet another wasted unpublished word art...
I part with no dashes...write about lost and found love....
yup staying a slave to this felling I can't let go of....
Fighting with such a discretion when my mind thinks...
Visioning alphabetical words when my eyes blinks...
Jotting down so many sentences my hand stinks...
being a slave to this poetry stained game links
to a piece of my heart yet another wasted unpublished word art....
By:Peter T. DeSpirito
The vision gate-crashed my mind;
with the force of a meteoric collision
and then it began to glow.
From out of everywhere….
“When I declared, you were created in My Image.
you then taught that your image was Mine, when
in truth you are image-less but for My vision."
Foolishly I still tried to construct a countenance
with pigments dredged from my own earth.
A pause then…
“I will look into your eyes,”
What I saw made me both weep and laugh.
It was all so simple, so attainable this One visioning
and yet…
The vision looked away…
…I fell back to a sightless earth
glowing brightly.
light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway
unlocking alphabets from minds
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing
at destined places, swords or aces
I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at
blank paper to be embroidered in ink
ruby red, black or olive green
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence visioning dreamscapes
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons
protons, neutrons which fleetingly capture
essenced life through observed elixirs
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces
I activate thoughts and visions remaining
supremely unattached attuning words
for Grace ~
undulate imagination in perfect waves
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d
Unknown Can Be Known If Shown
Before your eyes with no disguise. Standing before you as open as one can be. Still you are unknown to me as I am to you.
Waiting to initiate a conversation, hesitating on the words. For the walls have not been laid to waste away, to see you. Just a mirage of what I
thought you truly were. Visioning a beauty from a far, a rising star, leading me to a continuous journey to where you are. Not wanting to be strangers, but it appears that there is so much danger, so much unease. Tease with the imagery of what is your presence , while words are no longer true. Leaving us to stand alone, when you are no longer shown, how unknown you are to me and I to you.
Darius Howard
Hotkey is a game played on a keyboard,
All players in click sensation, typing fast
Through elation past even having to see.
Bits of binary pixel grinding trying...
To keep up with the speed of a mind,
Blind by a bliss of the Poet's best.Write.
Right! A duel of light in the keyboard, to mind
1 rhyme just Write! Into the light, never pausing
To see if the keys keep up.
A game I play that I call my puck.of lips
As I send my best kisses to the wind.
A game I named...
Hotkey ;Penned.
And again, stories are flying in the air
Crashing and smashing speeds of light
There, are tales of love both new and old,
Electric fights with bitters told and some fibs,
Notches in rhymes of time, and Acrostics!
Liquid dreams with screams of tomorrow
In the writes of the Fellow. Poets at the
Table, writing fables at the speed of lightening...
Envisioning visioning reason listen listening
Scribbling clicks into pixel lights...
That follow behind. The mind of a Poet.
A duel of light with this keyboard of mine.
~There Is Only~
~The Pen called Fun~
The static idea
of an unchanging personal Holy Spirit/Nature,
yet transcendent God,
works more effectively in my RealTime
and RealTalk
and Real EarthHealth,
as an integrity-unchanging god constant
about healthy evolutionary,
even peacefully revolutionary,
creatively incessant HolySpirit/Nature
for health-redemptive change.
The theological idea of equal dignity
in God's eyes
and ears
and taste
and love
and passion,
and, for some, even god's death
and ultimate trans-regeneration
into GreenGaia-Spirit of active WinWin post-millennial Hope,
ignores our ProGenitors' co-equal post-death still-evolving integrity
of becoming one regenerating creolizing metamorphic communion,
one Holonic Green ecosystemic DNA-spirit/RNA-nature recombinant womb,
nondually married,
multi-generationally dipolar,
mutually enthymematic nutrition-communicators,
fractally holonic,
committed to god's evolving preferential option
for those WinWin integrity poor
in WinLose nihilistic
dualistic
commodified capitalistic suboptimization
of diverse mental-capital health-options,
interdependent ZeroZone spirited networks,
integral 0-soul eco-metric core natures.
Consumer/Producer consciousness of a co-operating communal god-story
works most effectively for WinWin RealTime,
and not apocalyptic LoseLose UnReal ScreenTalk night time,
and really Rapturous Earth Health/Wealth
as a god-cooperative omnipresently internally/externally evolving,
resiliently restorative ecojustice revolving,
ZeroZone not not all-consuming ego-transubstantiating individuation
through a communal Whole OpenSystem identification process
discerning healthy-wealthy Earth optimizing change,
healthy WinWin ego/eco-opportunities
and pathological WinLose fragmenting ungodly risks.
An unchanging God
for eco-passionately empowering Gaian health-transformation,
Changing WinWin bilateral/bicameral nutrition investments
of Left thought,
Right feeling,
smell,
taste,
hearing 2020 revolutionary re-visioning
classically robust
health-wealthy polypathic
ego/eco-binary change.
KEEPING HEALING HOPE ALIVE AND WELL
(A LIVING EULOGY TO JESSE JACKSON)
Our hope is alive
In the healing grace of faith:
We shall overcome:-
Jessie’s chant nourishing us;
His spirit navigating:-
Mentoring with King,
He canvassed the dream’s vision:
Burak…Chapter One:-
Keeping hope alive, let us
Start visioning Chapter Two:-
Our hope kept alive,
Resurrected and rising,
Vision two coming:
Red flushed out, and black poured in,
With justice and equity:-
It’s in alive hope,
That true greatness is coming:
True democracy:
Rest in peace, Jessie Jackson;
You spirit lives on within us:-
man or machine is,
a world of science
man or machine is,
a world of madness
a machine is a mechanic science
a machine is a mechanic madness
mechanic is mechanic of a man or machine
science is a mechanic of man or machine
science is a mechanic of science
vision is visioning man
vision is visioning a machine
vision is visioning a mechanic world
a vision is a mechanic world
a vision is a mechanic science
man or machine,science is a vision of a man
a galaxy is a vision of a galaxy
a galaxy is a vision of man or machine
a galaxy is a vision of a mechanic world
science is a galaxy of a mechanic world
science is a mechanic world man or machine
science is a mechanic world science
new dawn in sight
peaceful and bright
my heart leaps with joy and delight
visioning lovely days our way
joining friends and family may
occur soon - erasing dark night
visioning lovely days our way,
dream enlivens weary with hope
no more gloominess, don't you mope
live life merrily every day
new dawn in sight
visioning lovely days our way
we are more than ready to cope
live life merrily every day
peaceful and bright
peaceful and bright
new dawn in sight
January 9, 2021
"Meditative Ballad" Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Syllables checked by howmanysyllables.com
Placed Tenth