Each realm a template, by God created,
which appears solid, though made of dream-stuff,
wherein if we enter, we are baited,
by shape shifting forms, touch both smooth and rough.
Viewing each domain as an illusion,
yet real if we don a form therein,
holding awareness thus ends delusion,
in the void of silence of heart within.
To materialise and vaporise
our form at will by power of intent,
is then the control we may realise,
with vibrance of our heart granting consent.
The truth of what is, may be debated ~
Each realm a template, by God created
SYMBOLIZED NAIVETY-:-
draped
shaped
individual
creative
amusements
of DADAISTICAL MEMOIRS
confused
bizarre
illustrative
dreamworlds
materialise
are SUDDENLY REVEALED
invoked
transient
notions
indissoluably
linked
Laughter doesn't roam around a sad face,
Smile rarely book its place on a frown eye;
Where simplicity scares away its trace,
To set standard as deep as heavy sigh.
But tears might be hidden in cruel man's heart,
So fear resides in a happy man's mind;
That love rips not his loyalty apart-
For once; be twice shy of its vicious kind.
Brilliance doesn't possess strength to aim right,
When focus lacks the vision to keep track...
When moon gets no stars' rays at darkest night,
Let alone beep through one of such spark's stack.
Same goes with blind idea stolen from you,
Such won't materialise the best cum view.
“The path appears when we walk upon it ~
That we stumble not, lamp of love is lit”
~ quote by poet
Poised in staid silence where no thoughts arise,
our heartbeat echoing the cosmic drum,
we dissolve in the magnetic bliss hum,
illumining form as rays of sunrise.
Each breath intake a delightful surprise,
Holy Spirit a flame, which we become,
erect spine, a violin, which we strum,
that light of Self may materialise.
Synced with bliss beats, nectar begins to flow,
navigating its way through feeble form,
enlivening body-mind made of dust,
that as we so then shine like a rainbow,
vaporised presence centred in love’s storm,
melds with God’s light, in playful childlike trust.
When will the time for me arrive
when I no longer have to strive
to fight to keep myself alive?
When will I travel land and see,
no longer bound by misery,
but free to bask in revelry?
When will my heart be unafraid
of death that beckons to the grave,
and mocks my show of being brave?
When will I use my wings to fly
Unfettered, meant to soar up high
at home in azure, boundless sky?
When will I see the phoenix rise
through clear and not these misted eyes
When will my dreams materialise?
When will I know there's more to life
than war and death, this endless strife,
and daily horror that is rife?
When will I taste a love so pure,
a love that does not lose allure
a love so strong, it will endure?
"For everything there is a time"
This is a holy paradigm
When will this truth be also mine?
Eileen Manassian
GLIMPSES
look anywhere
randomly
& experience
subtle
movement
quite natural
slow motion
circulating
a concise i
mage
a happening
drifting
through
experience
sounds
quietly
as
appropriate
concepts
as echoes
materialise
& linger
elsewhere
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
if you can capture the moment
and all its salient points
remember all the details
and recollect what happened when the dust settled
in a way that’ll keep people reading
until the very last full stop
then you should try putting it down on paper
go on - be a devil - write a poem.
it doesn’t have to philosophise
materialise or realise as a treatise
all it has to do is be readable
and relatable
no need for it to be a manifesto
or capable of making flowers grow
just so long as most of the people
understand most of the words most of the time.
if something emphatically moves you
be it a wedding, death or birth
then let the experience flow right out of you
if it changed your outlook, if it were worth
go on, write it down and some
and if it’s good, handsome
don’t keep the words stuck inside
let them take you on a ride.
shine on and shout out
if it’s a word don’t ever doubt
in years to come when you look, reflect
and remember someone with deep respect
you’ll be grateful the words came out to play
and who cares if some went astray
if you’ve got it, flaunt it
and if it’s too quiet, shout it!
January 1996
Merging the trinity
By: Erastus “Popyeny” Shipuleni
@December 2020
Not always do I get what I want,
Neither does my request materialise as requested,
Nor desire implemented as desired.
Do I know why these occur?
Cause of denial,
Over power by pride &
Refusal for admission.
Road to fruitful life.
Admit the creator,
Merge the trinity, (Mind, soul & body),
Self-acceptance, forgiveness & release.
Be present & act.
Accept & be as created.
Manage within my reach.
Consider the beginnings of a tree
this wooden bark all comes from a seed
through the years of growth to materialise
producing wood meets many a need
But not every tree reaches its goal
some are stopped, providentially split
building up by a power of forces outwith
causing its end before it has to quit
Lightning strikes from way up high
coming down with ferocious force
stripping the outer bark like a force 10
leaving it bare like it's voice gone hoarse
The flames erupt at the point of strike
burning most of the trees inner core
nothing left of its productive growth
burned alive before reading its shore
Such is this world's end in sight
the embarking of a lightning strike
for then left bare stripped by fire
rejecting the saviour, listen to the liar
(It was based on lightning strikes on woodland and its effect)
pt 4 of quaternion
delight
of the season
expressed
freed
from the dark
beginning
a busy cycle
a celebration
of
the poetic senses
a sudden calling
a reminescence
a
silent
prelude
to sound&flurry
of equinox
surveying the landscape
surmising
love is afoot
earnest
unrequited
wisdom&virtue
fallen from grace
humbled& unsophisticated
quietly
alone
blossoms
in bloom
flowers materialise
in shapes
one after
another
What do you do when frustration threatens to destabilise?
I tend to look for a chocolate bar of a decent size,
And wait for a new strategy to materialise.
My recent bout of frustration,
Is due to my failure to convince others there is a situation,
That requires them to do a re-evaluation.
It is time to stop saying wow,
And that time is now,
For priorities to become the mainstay of any show.
Am I the only one with my feet planted on the ground,
When it comes to spending millions on a children's playground,
If there is no money for housing the homeless to be found.
Can nobody else feel the winds of change,
Or hear the waves that now come in a larger range,
Likely to come ashore at any moment and our lives re-arrange.
What do you do when there is no chocolate bar close at hand?
And a new strategy in your lap does not land,
That is when Faith may be the only thing left on which to stand.
Wishing the to be
the
me i used to be
Blaming my crimes
on the future me
The literal life
unspoiled
wont
materialise
mementos are merciless
Meaning sits and stares at his feet I've
giVEN UP THE WH AT I'VE
LEA RN E d
Order words in the correct the put
Mesmerise the blank page
as letters slyly graze
Me a name you call yourself
How can i be different
When we all think
the
shame
that you should feel
if you think i am even real
I am not even me
"Dead Letter Queues"
In the In-Between time
the letters materialise
words lost, suspended
in the Forever Gloaming
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
Time to Heal
Warmth floods through me as peace descends.
Finally weekend has arrived
A time to relax and heal after a brutal week.
Cabin fever sets in. but laziness wins over.
I’ll stay home and curl up with the TV and dogs.
Waiting for a message or phone call that’s never going to materialise.
Sadness hugs my heart and loneliness lies beside me.
I pour a glass of wine and watch the ice sparkle
A false light that gives a cold warmth.
I am at peace with myself and God
A protective layer forms in the place of my heart
I won’t allow it to break again.
I can give but I won’t receive.
I can hold but won’t feel
I’ve grieved my past
I’ve grieved love and youth
Its my time now for peace
Its my time for contentment
Its my time for Jesus
Time that’s His alone
Warmth floods through me as peace descends.
Finally weekend has arrived
A time to relax and heal, a time to reflect on the past
A time to build a new future.
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/natural-wonders
The emergence thereof, a cycle begins
Of different forms – developing
Exceeding growth of varied rate
Conditions there to germinate
To reproduce they fertilise
New plants to materialise
Protection of the embryo
Seeds produced, equipped to grow
Soil with moisture and daylight
A season with conditions right
Outer case of seed to split
Cells divide at the root tip
Food produced with sunlight caught
A stronger stem for base support
Grass re-growth of no delay
Species grow in the same way
Creeping plants that climb a wall
Taking shape and growing tall
Carbon dioxide, water involved
The minerals are then dissolved
Tree exposure strong and willed
Healthy cells of which to build
Plants and trees are all around
Natural wonders, calm surround
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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