Multidimensional Poems | Examples

Timeless death

Have I turned to see your beautiful 
metal stiff body, that shines through
the rivers of thoughts, I've seen you before.
Entered and broken picture with no frame
multidimensional portrait of my future lady
thousand years and soulless time machine.
Bring me back to you am I just a fool,
for loving you, the flower has died,
frozen ground and tough love, your garden,
enter the mirror, leave your figure, timeless death.

When My Nikon Died

I kept the inner workings,
kept the plastic furniture
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept (in part),
the whir of its mirroring mind.

Of course, the viewer has dimmed out
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.

I can catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long-burnt corn field,
photograph photographs
yet to be imaged.

What Will You Do

("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustics digitally collaged by Stephen Langer)

What Will You Do

When the aliens come
What will you do?
Will you go dragged kicking and screaming
Only to remember nothing,
Or will you go willingly
With the curiosity of a child?

What’s there after all
In the Great Mother ship,
A portal, a station, theatre of the mind
In multidimensional surround sound
Revealing a multiverse of limitless potential
Or a black hole of limited impossibility?

I don’t know, but it bears considering.
In my experience such things happen without choice,
Like a moth to a flame
Or sonambulator in the dark,
But why not be prepared
With your choice already made?

“Beam me up Scotty”
It’s gotten too crazy down here,
And what I took for an intelligent lifeform
Has turned out to be a mirage.
Ah, much better in multidimensional surround,
Thanks Ma.

(7/9/24)

Fall Song with Joanna Daniel

Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a silent song upon the air.
Melody of fading ember,
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart, a tenuous tune
flirting with a bold maroon moon.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.

Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her legacy.

Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.

Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.

Fall Song - A Collab with Linda Alice Fowler

Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a lilting song upon the air.
Symphony of fading cinder
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart a mild melody
flirting with a sweet revelry.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.

Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents, Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her canopy.

Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.

Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.

School Never Taught Me This

Language is multidimensional.

Words slither and morph in my brain.

A sentence’s meaning can be a journey.

Once I finally translate what they mean…

Somehow, I can only stutter.

Maybe blurting out a word or two.

Trying to acknowledge them.

But still unable to engage.

In school, you raise your hand and give the right answer.

And then everyone is impressed.

But in the real world the answer is constantly changing. 

And raising my hand would only get me laughed at.

And that’s why I’m just a teacher’s pet.

Not Who But What Is It

 What is this remarkable force that emcompasses and incapulates all that one can comprehend and or see.
Where does this amazing and extraordinary power reside, where does it slumber, where could it be?
Each one of the trillions of cells in the body has this spark of an untapped mighty undiscovered tie with divinity within.
Each cell contains .07 volts of electricity multiplied by trillions you will understand, and this is where your true purpose will begin.

In the silence while in slumber, all things come as downloads of thoughts floating round in the Eather.
While in dream state our multidimensional spirits visit realms of unknown realities as the body takes a breather.
Search not in uncharted space outside or the deep seas, rather uncover and tap into exceeding understanding while in meditation.
The higher realms of contemplation can be visited for we are vessels of a variety of frequencies constantly relaying information back to the tower of creation.

Multidimensional

What is Life 

A—The opposite of death 
B—To be conscious and aware 
C—Any entity that grows 
D—A prison sentence 

What is Love 

A—The opposite of hate
B—An all powerful emotional bond 
C—The reason we grieve 
D—Nothing in tennis 

What is Lust 

A—The opposite of indifference 
B—Desire for carnal pleasure 
C—Arousal of a fantasy 
D—Innuendo by morning glory 

What is Time 

A—The opposite of busy 
B—Anchorless ways to measure Life 
C—Meaningless when in Love 
D—Endless if tormented by Lust


The Multiple Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney 
10/02/23

The Inspiring Moon

As I gazed upon the lustrous moon glistening overhead on a clear and stary night,
A gentle voice came to me softly saying everything is going to be alright.
My eyes captured the moment and realize 99% of what I see is empty space.
We are multidimensional beings, part of the power that created the glowing moon suspended, so splendid, and created it all out of no place.

Contemplating the glorious wonder even farther than the few stars that we can see even beyond the moon.
With great faith, knowing that greater is he that is in me than the dark forces gouge and grip, yet they shall reap what they sew soon. 
Within everything, there is good regardless if you cannot see that particular vibration with the naked eye.
As multidimensional beings, who's to say the moon or even the sun is not a vortex or doorway, a passage to wisdom far beyond the celestial stars that we see in the sky?

The Colors of the Soul

Viewing the chakras of the soul is no different than peering at a beam of light that flows through a prism.
Those who have awakened are aware that they are visitors and engaged in Gaia tourism.
We are in remembrance of His words, and the feeling of His grace while sitting front and center of the master creator, in the midst of an emerald green grassy knoll.
His shimmering breath takes the form of brilliant light, as it penetrates, saturates, encompasses, and fills one with indescribable, unimagined joys untold.

He inspires one to live a life of integrity, for the victory goes to those with absolute faith which they always employ.
Like an alchemist would take two metals to make an even harder substance, courage and faith creates a hardened alloy.
As multidimensional beings, our soul colors can vary between different dimensions which we have traversed.
As it has been said, life is a stage but many remember and are aware and have already rehearsed.

An Alien Earth

The sky shimmers with different shades of blue with an amazing royal velvet hue.
The emerald green grass is blessed with heavenly morning dew.
No rain ever falls from the sky but all nutrients come naturally from the ground and air.
To arise every day is so exciting, so exhilarating, like taking an exciting journey to the fair.

Walking along a path, one can obtain downloads just by walking barefoot on the grass or just by touching a tree.
The squirrels scamper down the tree to greet me and play around your feet with glee.
Walking along the shoreline, the fish nearby jumps out of the water, excited just to see me.
Taking a dip in the ocean is revitalizing, regenerates, and warms my spirit through and through.

As I venture to different realms, this is the earth that I experience in my sleep.
A place void of fear, filled with compassion, and love, and never a need to weep.
A wonderful place where when people pass you by they greet you with a hello, knowing who you are.
Revealing a simple truth that we are all multidimensional spiritual beings and brilliantly glowing shining stars.

The Eye of the Beholder

Those eyes that can reflect heavens on earth,
turning earth expression into constant birth.
Pilgrimages to You from within as servant,
sacred dwellings of worship and its current.
Compassionate visions radiate in true ideal,
provided natures phenomena and eternal.
Seeing flower footprints as godly dancing steps,
veneration of space as formless love effects.
Immensity of celestial majestic display,
presence without doubt from Your heart at bay.
The soul as compass pointing towards that behold,
crossing the ocean of life facing the storm so bold.
The eye of intuition never deceived,
hidden mysteries given liberty received.
The domain of every soul in its own sphere,
multidimensional observer reflecting to take care.
The magical glance poured into every child exist,
starving kisses enfold that no one can resist.

When My Nikon Died

I kept its funnel-cloud eyes.
I kept the inner workings.
Kept the plastic furniture 
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept the whir of its mirroring mind.

A shutter undrapes shadows.
A shabby couch on a dusty porch,
still plays bluegrass though
a fish-eye lens.
Dancers in Beijing seep
out of digital skins.

Of course the viewer dims,
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.
I can now catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long burnt corn-maze,
photograph photographs
yet to be imaged.

Invisible World

Multidimensional spheres of worlds in existence,
intangible place in touch without resistance.
Unknowable known of all knowledge,
incomprehensible adorable relic.
Spectrum of visibility in fractions displayed,
Fragile, surely, purely imaginative portrayed.
Spirits of protection and ghost of dooms,
playing light and shadow in many rooms.
Sculptured and embossed through many stories,
living myth to the imminent picture of worries.
Silver vapor in frosted twilight morning,
the least of natures whole still keeps the mind adoring.
Tested motions, voice of heart and tears at hand,
as we observe and really little understand.
The moon wanes out all its precious waters by gracious will,
until the empty dark of month turns to its fill.
If love is the living water unfathomable and sweet high,
it will touch the impossibility to amplify. 
The stories in many worlds show the resilient spirit,
against all odds and obscurities, is divine empiric.

Men

MEN

Men are muscular and magical and mirthful as they can be.
Men can be mischievous simultaneously multidimensional and highly massage-able, so meracious, be they.

MEN.   m-m-m-m


Pangiota Romoos
4/3/2019

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