her knowledge of psychometry
aided the mystic Fanny Fee
holding your watch, she could tell
whether you were sick or incredibly well
when she held your ring, she would know
whether you should stay or simply go
marital advice she gave to many
it was cheap too, did not cost twenty
Come let me tell you a story of my flight up to glory,
The stars had lit up the night sky but the universe was
Lingering by; oh what wonders filled the skies, upon this beauty
I can rely and cross my finger when the mystery gets deeper.
The elements in the skies are tossing to and fro and they have no permanent place to go, the heavens are rolling with the clouds and I can hear the angels shout, they are standing at the end of the clouds watching mankind moving about and the laser beams moves swiftly over the sea and the heavens make peace with me. They come from near and far with determination to get through it all, voices of boldness resonates from the deep and the hope confirm with the reality; filling the empty spaces in their mind and the heavens above stood still and the clock move forward with the time. Oh mystics of the night come and dine with me tonight. Cover me with your warm coat and warm my hands and feet with your glowing light. Mystics of the night, you are my delight come and sing a song for me tonight.
A Bushel Of Sage, I'm Stardust
Ascending through meditation, Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Seven Doors To Heaven
VICTORIOUS! I Raise the Alchemists Scepter,
Climbing Stairways above the Mists Of Life
Rising Aflame, Blazing Lights like Nazarites
Aura Sheens Of Infinity the Spirit Gleams Forever
Soaring Above Lies & Oppressors,
Ever-Flowing like the Grace of an Epic Zen Master
My Hearts Deep and Rich like Jasper,
Flying Ever-Higher, Ever-Faster
I'm a Full Throttle Cosmo Threshold Smasher,
Sailing Seas Of Eternity, I Drift the Inner Galactics
There, The Promise Lands we Inhabit
Beyond the Chords Of Time, Enshrined, The Elixir Of Life
BEHOLD, The Mystical, BEHOLD, The Divine
A sunset like this was never foretold.
Glistening gold midst deep scarlet red.
August skies shimmer in colors bold,
as though fire and ice together spread
in mantles of mystics, eons old.
Hues mingled in ways unknown to man--
coaxing clouds from fire to lavender.
Drawing upon quaint mysteries' plan.
Perfuming the skies with scented myrrh,
recipe penned days when time began.
Majesty seen when scrolling the skies.
Each cloud a blush of pink, then deep wine.
When deepest purple, tears filled my eyes.
Beauty happened, a flash of divine,
glimpse of forever's majestic guise.
October 12, 2022
For Milton Hankins' "Three Stanza Poem, Quintain (Sicilian)" contest
Where Earth's international diplomats
might hope for multiculturally appropriate
justice
Radical theologians aspire
to restore sacred EarthGreen Peace
And EarthBeauty mystics,
whose reclusive nature is not not spiritual
indigenously serene
and spacious mystics
nondualistic
nonviolent
non-zero-sum ecological economists
Actively hope
the rest of us unenlightened
and disempowered victims
of degenerative stressful traumas
find some cooperatively co-invested
serenity
In our sacred EarthTribal
co-empathic
co-arising justice
co-passioning peace restoring
peak experience
long-term multi-regenerational memories
of preferably bilateral
synergetic
co-neurosystemic
passionately peaking
co-identity
Right here at home
in family
and local ecopolitical community
Where Earth's multicultural diplomats
might hope for democratic healthy wealth
restoring integrally cooperative justice.
Do Remember Many Mystics
We always remember many mystics;
All hit wall when they went ballistics;
Ounce by ounce,
Would bounce,
Writing a poem that in mind sticks.
Jim Horn
That has to be the weirdest poem
that I have ever written before.
It’s a mystic rose
Fluent from a red refuge
Draws
Admiration huge
****
A quite old garden
A wild rose in merry bloom
Drunk
Flutters in old monk
****
Everywhere silence
An abrupt rose at the door
Jar
In the twilight star
****
Pearl drops down our cheeks
On the rose for those no more
Past
In the Belgium Blast
_________________________________________
March 27, 2016
Split-haikus in syllables of 5, 7, 1, 5
Verified from www.howmanysyllables.com
The soul speaks to you
instinct gliding on a riff
it
echoes your name love
Dearest heart whispers
gliding back and forth to your
soul
singing falsetto
Strumming brittle leaves
flutter echoes of beads fall
plop
from passion flower
The night is youthful
we sing vibratos in sync
with
our ignited flames
Climax of our song
rises high on cloud currents
soar
deep in crown of light
Through the light of my mist is worry and fear. The doubts in my head are heavy and unclear. I try to fight it but it keeps me off my feet. I try not to worry but my heart seems to weep. My soul is like an anchor crying to the wind, I have to find my peace and regain my strength once again. Life is too hard to carry on... but my hopes are up, that's what keeps me strong. My legs tremble, My faith becomes weak and I need the grace of God to come over me. When my world gets dark, I mourn during the night, I put my best in when fight comes to flight. I'm understanding the characteristics of undergoing life, There's a way out of some things and some serve no right. I learn I cannot change my problems but I can change myself. For these problems can have a detoxification on my present health. For the pain is now a scar worn on my soul, but best of all I learned how to live and let stuff go.
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