Mystically Poems | Examples

Cosmically

Cosmically
Orgasmic,
Sensuality
Mystically
Inspiring
Cuddling,
Alluring
Lover 
Loving you.

Fantasies

Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.

I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.

Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.

Imagination

Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Bells of my inner shrine jingle.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.

I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.

Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Flora and fauna fill the nude deserts.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax
Prey, with their predators, fervently flirts.

Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.

The Beauty is a Desert

the desert is mystically alluring at sunset, looking docile and safe
few sights are as gorgeous as her evening skies of oranges and pinks
those who know, do not venture out after dark
for the desert is like a dangerous woman who looks unassuming
but is anything but

in the crooks and crevices of sand dunes and cacti there are dangers
hidden from most.
scorpions, camel spiders, tarantulas.
thorny devils, iguanas, and sidewinder rattlesnakes
the beauty of the desert sometimes obliterates these facts.

it would be rare to encounter a fennec fox, badger or muskrat
but they are there too, and could become violent if startled or crossed.
the desert is a beauty; but a vulture or bald eagle could swoop down
and carry you off and your little dog too.

spirit guides arrived

pink crescent moon heard her sing her truth
a magical night, mystically sound, spiritually awakened
guides arrived in the form of dust to grant wishes

A Vine In Winter

The dry stem of a lonesome vine of vivacity,
now painfully curled, rooted frozen,
entwining the desiccated verdant veins,
sways chilled in the winter wind of desolation.

The sleeping passion of exuberance, 
painting a picture of comatose entity,
impresses none, finds no frame, droops down uncoiled.   
Dormant emotions flicker like candle flame in freezing gale,
the crumpled vine suffers cold distress, pain unexpressed.

The original emerald lattice morphs mystically into 
a mirror of veracity with ingrained sheen of actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of silhouetted latent essence, 
rinsed with the suppressed hues 
of distinctive spectral disposition it embodied once.
Metamorphosis creates the transient design, 
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes the contrasting paradigm 
of the compulsive shape shift,
waiting for the touch of spring.

Tides of Memories of Us

Recalling the Essence of You
~~Remembering you~~

Remembering you, is a most simple task!It's in the rainbowed 
bubbles of your arms, I that do bask!
No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then, yes, I can!

I can, in the glimmer  of our of past eyes, those are soft smiles.
I cannot forget how sweetly you  read oe sung to me.
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet memory, I clearly sing of thee!
Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.

As we stared, at the still silvered moonlit, West Coast's fog, and the whispering 
waves of the sea.
Supersonic slideshows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently flashes rainbow sounds, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind
You, forever smiles, in my mind?

~!.With fondest memorie of my late husband ~

                  

                   1/23/2025

Threads of Enchantment

Her Impression imprints and invites
Delightfully smiles
Seductively replies
Her reflection reflects that night
Aspiration desires to be right
Whether the notion seems a bit bright
Souls reunite and excite
Sprinkle the sparkles and penlight
Strangers strike
And rewrite what’s inside
Devotion defines
Inclination inclines
When coherence collides
And faith decides
Emotions swiftly guide
Her Impression imprints and invites
Wondrously Wonders
Mystically twists
Gloomy shadow fades away
And her brightness circulates and portray
Thoughts replay
Imagines convey
Her Impression imprints and invites
She survives and is alive
Thrust of hope will describe
Beauty designs
Emotion divines
Her Impression imprints and invites.

Paradigm Of Reality

For the inducement of the compulsive being 
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indebted identity
changes appearance in self-designed colour melange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned,
paints the shifting facade of deception,
as the languid life chases the transient mirage.

Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors 
on the visage of made-up memory fade away,
the pallid psyche morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the filtered rendering of primal hues' motif
of unaltered distinctive disposition it embodied once.

The lattice of contrived perception
designs the improvised fabric of truth.
The metamorphic mind creates the deluding elements,
resonating the echo of resounding insight,
filtered by its own transformed innate screen,
completes the paradigm shift of illusive reality.

Marigolds

modest in stature, yet
meaningful to many.
Mystically adorning
multiple cultures, its
motif varying from
mourning to offering,
misfortune to blessing.

Lennon and Napalm

The Beatles split up so mystically -pronto
the Vietnam spine came back together
some branded the blame into Yoko
some tied a wreath of thorns on the reds.

Imagine time moving queerly along-
Lennon was so very seductively shot
rice paddies are still pocked with craters
where peasants' cast ancient nets into ponds. 

The Beatles will never peace back together.
Vietnam will never again be war torn apart
Some are still putting flame onto Yoko
some are still napalming those with red hearts....

Aren't we still wishing to appease mother Saigon...
Aren't we still casting nets, to recapture Dear John?

Pennsylvania Panic

 
              ~Pennsylvania Panic~


   He was shot, and could have been dead.
   I saw the red blood running down his head.
   I only could think of his tall and handsome son of eighteen.
   Whose emotions were anything but joyous nor mystically serene.

   I was alive when both Kennedys were kiiled.
   I saw the floor upon which RFK’s crimson
   blood had spilled.
   Yes and I thought of the late Martin Luther
   King, was killed but his dream, a American star that thrilled!

   This is a great country and we refuse to be undone.
   True Americans know it is so and was not formed for a short run.
   This Judaeo- Christian Republic’s dome shines high in DC on a hill!
   To  forever serve…America’s law-abiding ones!

                            7/25/2024 poem 3

Paradigm Of Contrast

For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, 
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.

In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama, 
the performance perfected in one-act play 
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another, 
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design. 

Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade  
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into 
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of identity, 
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.

The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror, 
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence 
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned. 
Transformation creates the deluding entity, 
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.

Recalling the Essence of You

           ~ Remembering You~
 
Remembering you, is a most simple task!
It’s in the rainbowed bubbles of your arms,
I that do bask!

No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then,yes I can 
In the glimmer our of past eyes, those are soft smiless

I cannot forget how sweetly you sung to me!
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet
memory, I clearly sing of thee!

Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.
As we stared, at the stiill silvered moonlit, West Coast’s 
fog, and the whispering waves of the sea.

Supersonic slide shows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently 
flashing, I rainbow lights, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind!

~ With fondest memorie of my late husband ~

                             6/15/2024

Doppler Vision, A Compounded Riddle

Dreams, do we imagine!?
or imagined for us?~ not really ours
man’s daily/nightly flighty escapes – 

perhaps mystically inspired? Projections of a
superior curtain-wizard: His/its contrived illusions,

erudite brothers propose, the mind 
a carnival trickster -- a phenomenal liar: such illumination
just mental, painted flame, no spark of true spiritual fire,

myself least fond of, the notion before the thinker...
the drink making thirsty the drinker -- 
like the egg and the chicken, the shell or the cluck 
prayer answered or declined 
and not a smidgen of exciting, wagering blind-luck --

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