Erratically-tossed sequins
Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
For the spry flights of cherubim -
And Jehovah - madman or genius -
I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
And I'm a lowly spectator.
One angel keeps an amethyst -
Ignoring an agate - then ruby;
I do wonder if by chance
There's a rock somewhere for me ...
the morn never came
the sun denied to arise
defied its duty
to say good-bye to hiding
veiled below the horizon
an early bird rose
but if the sun never rose
what would such a bird
do to kill time while on pause
in the darkness scorned forlorn
too soon the cock crowed
the birds sang their dawn chorus
sang again again
in vain for the sun slept-in
hung-over in netherworld
She had a kittenish personality; always ready to play.
Her sense of whimsy and hunky-dory attitude was contagious.
Her laugh would have brought happiness to the Netherworld.
He was smitten from the second they met. Wanted more.
Unfortunately, she was already taken and committed.
This did not mean he stopped noticing her.
She elucidated a room, illuminating it with joy.
There is a saying that I have heard,
And hopefully I've got it down here word for word,
'The Lunatics have taken over the asylum' is what the words say,
But I never thought this would apply to the good old US of A.
This President is just a big headed chump,
One day, I hope he falls with one almighty thump,
This man just walks over the countries of the world,
Him and his idiot billionare pal, who both want to make us live in an alternate netherworld.
I know these men have been succesful in getting their fortunes,
But they frighten me more than going to the dreaded dental surgeon,
I know they think they are just putting their own country first,
But does this have to mean making the rest of the world much worse.
Hopefully sometime soon, the American people will realise their big mistake,
And get rid of this man, who just makes the whole world shake!!
Hell.
Where the air is stagnant and choking.
The abyss, the lake and the black hole.
The eternal sleep happens here in sheol.
Purgatory, limbo, hades and the netherworld.
Whatever you want to call this waste land.
He can take you in your sleep.
You never know when your last moments may be.
He prays on you.
Oops, I mean preys.
He whispers your name from the deep.
Perpetual annihilation.
From time to time I feel low,
Low in self-esteem, low-keyed,
lowest man on the totem pole,
I have acrophobia, I often
descent to a lower level…
The higher I aspire
The lower I fall.
Life mostly lowball me
as such, my spirit keeps a low morale.
Maybe I come across as
a low bred and lowbrow person.
Conspired by my stars and the moon
My sea always rests at a low tide.
Shell-shocked by my low-minded destiny,
My fate and I must have
a high level showdown soon;
In the meantime,
I'll keep a low profile.
Be that as it may,
My soul is not doomed to wander
in the netherworld forever,
I am the patron of high hopes,
high cholesterol, high blood pressure,
and high sugar level.
I am also a high-strung person,
But, thankfully not of any highfalutin jargon.
Shy of highways, I frequent
the by lanes and side streets.
After the high-handed takeover by Time,
I live a high-pressured life.
Methinks, now is the high time
to lay down the highlights of my life.
From the descent and ascent of life,
this I have learned:
Not to gaze so high as ambition,
And to look no lower than despair.
The world where I do not exist
is only a heartbeat either way
A flicker of light
a trickle of tears
blue turns into (grey)
And it is grey
not black or white
A void without permission
or invite
Oblivious and comfortable
the great filter be
Forgettable too
in absence of memory
Yet into the grey I go
to a realm of nothingness
A world with no woe —
Infinite in empty ignorance
Energy becomes of me
an atom-less mass of entropy
Stretching, pulling
Rising, falling
upon waves of gravity
Outside of time
only spontaneity
in this world
where I strew
Malleable, gaseous, shapeless,
Infinitely complex,
intrinsically simple
Diffusion spirals inside infusion
across a pulsing eternity
For the greatest time
I never had
A netherworld
that does not know sad
This world where I do not exist
precedes and succeeds me
Come what will
Come what may
From where I come
I go back today
A spasm, a twist
a breath, a death
a cycle anew
No void to view
With nothing else to do
til the grey
burns back to blue
Wearing nothing but rags
We laugh and sail on the seas of the netherworld
Without flags
With iron nails
The lamb laughed on the cross's world
Without wails
With gaffe
Against seas whirled
Laugh
Some souls laughed at their rags
Laughed when they entered heaven's world
Laugh
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To those who measure the depths of their power,
In the fathomless pools of tears of the oppressed;
To the human hyenas that gorge themselves full,
While the sons and the daughters of the incarcerated,
Battle with the sharp arrows of hunger and dearth;
To those who appropriate to themselves,
Mother Earth’s allotments to the destitute;
To the dragon-mouthed whose fiery flames of hatred,
Sear the reputation of the guiltless;
To the puckish tongues that uproot family trees,
Wresting the blossoming babes from Pa’s loving arms;
To you all, Satan’s scamps; I say and say again:
The wrathful wind doth gather the celestial armies;
And the saintly swords of the beleaguered,
Will chirpily chaperon your souls past the netherworld.
It's an early chilly dawn
On a sleepy village by
The snowpeaked mountain
The first rays of the sun
Touch the peak
Of the mountain of splendour
Creatures of the nether world
Come to life wings flickering
Casting an incandescent glow
As the portal to the fourth dimension
Casts a glow to our world in a twilight
Magic splendour and mysteries arise
Then slowly the village awakens and smoke rises
The children of the netherworld retreat to shadows
The mystic rubs his eyes ROI did I see all that
our morbid desire
real cause why we suffer ~
Frankenstein takes birth
deluded beliefs
nurtured by our lower mind ~
manifests demons
let us introduce
ruler of the netherworld ~
goat head Baphomet
piquant dilemma
we create these fiendish forms ~
then bow down to them
life’s a lucid dream
we’re both dreamer and the dreamed ~
who then shall we blame
there’s no one else here
all that is, is light of Self ~
fear creates our hells
26-March-2023
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Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
I ride this wave of fantasy
that sends my desires astir.
What dreams may come
from the spiraling are yet
to vaporize in the stars.
The ebb and flow become
the tide of dysphoria
as I ride this crest of fantasy
to the Cancri netherworld
and I roil from its heat!
My soul aches from the pain
and I search for euphoria
through a new fantastical wave
and find the coolness I seek
in Uranus’ aquamarine comfort.
The white caps are the stars
that move me among the planets,
my energy spinning with the tides;
a maelstrom circling through
whirling and twirling consciousness.
Touring this universe of planets,
I spin through wave after
wave of fantastical,
precognitive dreams, muddled
and muddied as I return to shore.
In the soak of the rain
Church bells chime
and the lichen covers gravestones
There is not much change in the touch of needle
Silence falls between the leaves
belonging to the netherworld
of coldness cussing down winding roads
like false hope aching to the core
of lose faltering teasing your skin
Lodgements if only we could
Raven orchids drape the night,
fraying in the high petals
of swooning fronds.
I sit beneath a daffodil porch light,
a blood moon blushing tangerine
in a field of white alyssum
as I smell the nascent lilt
of a voodoo rose.
The giggling breeze
that flirted with my lashes
suddenly becomes a gust,
stinging my eyes.
Voodoo thorns rip my shirt
in a netherworld of absent flesh
as silhouettes of unbridled marigolds
woo their willing beds.
In my daffodil haze
I lift black narcissus
in an absent glass
to toast forbidden love,
the feral moon and I
beneath the breathless echo
of wild star light.
Posted 11/25/22
I heard an angel the other night from deep inside my heart
she sifted through my senses
like liquid light
It was an auditory worship
of the most beautiful kind
like the sounding of a cymbal,
from somewhere deep inside
Extracting me from worldly woes,
clairaudient delight
totality of soul with tenderized confide
A tethered sound of wings
fluttered through my mind,
and just before I fell asleep, she harked from deep inside
I hear your thoughts, I know your heart
I am your counterpart
Feel free to roam inside this fluid gate,
until your netherworld abates.
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