The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
Sun winds collide
With Earth's magnetic field
Iridescent phenomenon
In celestial skies
The aurora
Human beings are curious.
At first, what seems
like ourselves
repels.
Opposites attract attention, casting
spells,
luring us towards differences
and the chance
to expand who and what we think
we are.
Yet moving closer,
we yearn to see
our own reflection within them.
The mirror in the telescope
we use to search
on the far horizon
turns back its gaze
like a magnetic field yens
of self.
The circling shadows
of familiarity grow
darker and stronger
as we shift the focus
drawing closer to the details within
seeking orientation
with the compass
of self.
We are attracted to
what's different.
We fall in love with
what's shared,
with the twin-poled
polarity
of self.
We search for both at once
with North and South poles
alive and magnetic
with the mystery, recognition
and reflection
of self,
Which is both a compass and
a destination,
for a stranger
who feels at home, being:
of self.
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
Every ray of sun,
is the trembling string of dawn’s guitar,
searching for a hymn
to strum through your bright petals.
At the break of day,
you are there,
when the first blush of sunlight
streams through a nearby wood
flows through a clearing
parts the mist
then threads itself through the doorway
into your open waiting heart.
Like a compass attracts
the Earth's magnetic field,
you quiver open to bloom,
humming soft chromatic chords
of shimmered radiance and color
resonating in your blooms.
Praise drifts towards you,
soft as caresses sighing on warm cheeks—
with hushed, whispered murmurs of wonder
from bees, birds, and passers by
who marvel at your
iridescent aura.
For every blossom
summons its own dawn choir
of light and joyous sound in chorus
birds, breezes, bees, morning mists—
all find voice to
rejoice in a hymn of praise
to you the flower at dawn.
Euphoria
Glimpses captured the stigma of delights
through the smiles, hidden and hide behind
the curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life
In a blink, for a click, as a flick—unheard, undefined
fastasy—through the locked lips, and fiery hives
to the might, unstoppable, and unattained height
Often where the lashes whispered love dynamics
all through the depth, over the sand steps into
a dazzle that armed around, the thick and flick
Joyous the meaning where heart swiftly slides
to the predilection where it belonged for epochs
Yet, the source is unfounded, found it where it least revealed
Can be sensed through the sights, thou, and Yo
a gesture only for a certain leeway to the windowsill
of heart, as a magnetic field melodized speaklessly
More often startled, it traversed through all seasons
through the velvety mountains of remembrances
till the avenues of glances, where mi fingers fueled.
"My eyes were never shut that night,
As I pulled my soul in the concept of Magnetic field,
I looked through the reality of poets,
It can be anyone- an engineer, an artist
or a man with a broken heart,
since hearts are meant to broke
so a soul can join them
in pieces again,
Though Love and Sorrow."
By Khomotso Makitla
Wormholes start small — slow, but sure, they expand.
The magnetic field of your eyes, your smile, your laughter,
Attracts and does not repel — why fight what the heart desires?
The void between us deepened, and now you’re out of reach.
I whisper alone to the stars, hoping they’ll reply.
I reach to the skies, for I know you are a star.
Wishing you could wander through my thoughts —
Navigate my veins with grace, for your touch now stirs my heart.
Be gentle with matters of the heart —
Like the human mind, it has been deceived too often.
Made to believe, only to fall into disbelief.
But trust again — let your heart remember how to love.
Strings of the heart are made of love.
Let the instrument of love lead the way.
Written By: D. Collins 5/29/25
With no magnetic field nor atmosphere.
Wouldn't radiation rain down everywhere?
What physics are involved with explosions in space?
And what would be the outcome of the human race?
Would it completely throw our moon out of whack?
Causing major tsunamis or have they thought about that?
I'm no genius but I have simple common sense.
Explosions in space will make something happen.
That irrational greed for the power over all.
Most likely would become our final downfall.
I can't be sure if out there other life exists.
If it does, I'm sure they're having none of it.
Oh God, in your benevolent presence I find,
A tranquil haven for my troubled mind.
Even when I stray far from your view,
I feel a divine magnetism pulling me to you.
At times I feel how thankless I am
And wonder if not my piety, a mere sham?
My heart rises up to heaven
Whenever I am in severe pain
But sadly, I forget you,
As soon as I am through.
Sooner when I overcome my strife,
You bless me with a fresh lease of life
You send down beams of light,
Into my dark and dreary night.
You glue up the shards,
When I am broken and at odds.
You lovingly pat me on my head
And take away my dread.
You put a smile on my face,
Even on losing my race.
Each time when I cry,
My tears you gently dry.
When I fall down under the weight,
You come to me and gently lift
When I drift without direction,
You show me the way with affection.
Your light never fails to guide.
With you, how safe I feel inside.
You supply me with all I need.
You are my life’s greatest comfort, indeed.
Give me grace ever to stay within your magnetic field
To seek your whim and to temptations, never yield
Quote by Author: Each one of us owns a spark of the Infinite,
and since the soul is imperishable, we can go on forever !
Every thought and every action causes a reaction
and since your life is a magnetic field
your energies are the catalysts for creation and devotion.
If you are kind, sincere, accepting and possess self control
then you will attract positivity in your life.
Your positive behavior and rightful speech is a reflection
of your soul's power and its infinite ability for goodness.
You are most capable of affecting others with authentic
karmic genuity,
if you live everyday with purpose and benevolent intention.
Another leap year and politics roll on,
and craziness has become the law of the land.
Could geodynamo* caused by polar shifting
cause brains to short-circuit, because it's all electrical don't you know?
*Earth's magnetic field is created by the movement of molten metal—primarily iron—in the outer core, which produces electricity. This mechanism is referred to as the "geodynamo" because it operates in a similar manner to a bicycle dynamo lamp.
Magnetic field not on display
Attraction like a cabaret
Resonates across the room
All five senses in full bloom
Temperatures internal rise
When a line is drawn with eyes
To lock in sight for me does turn
A spark into a full blown burn
It only takes a second too
There's no one else who does but you
My pulse rate pounds a beat in 4
64th notes, wanting more
Fifth season, where nothing happens
my entire outlook, all but gone
No winter, summer, fall, or spring
mother nature’s, totally withdrawn
Abandoned earth, a withered sky
magnetic field, finally succumbs
Rotation stagnant, orbit decaying
and a moon, replaced by the numb
On a rogue planet, drifting alone
across the wilderness of space
A cinder block, without an ember
caught in, event horizon embrace
Oh come what may, singularity
headlong, sideways, no reverse
Fast tracked, slowly to oblivion
black holes make sense, if perverse
Folds of time, overlap all around
smooth and crumple, entwines
In the vortex, I give myself freely
to infinity, the SAD combines.
#Seasonal Affected Disorder# = SAD
The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
11/03/22
A bliss mist penetrates love’s sheath,
grace God Himself does so bequeath,
enabled in pure hearts porous,
birthing magnetic field torus,
at play within, bliss ignition,
defying delineation.
06-May-2022
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