bestowing generational survival skills
and desirable traits –
for e o n s
She led mankind to be
a better version of itself—
wishing for a fairy godmother
l o s e sight of
the W~E~L~L of W~I~S~D~O~M from within –
poised to be
r e l e a s e d …
My soul is like a dark room in an abandoned house, where phantom piano keys still dance in the air. Where cracked and broken windows send whispering chills down your spine, yet welcome bird nests on dusty bookshelves. There’s foliage from thunderstorms that scatter on cashmere sheets where ghosts of lovers still lay & hazed mirrors on the wall that still ache for presence.
carnal deviance
piercing sensuality
erecting smiles
Feel like I am in outer space,
When really I'm just in his place.
Angels bright call dangerously,
Eventually fulfilling grave harrowing ideas.
Jarring kindness lies masking now,
Otherworldly persons quietly respond.
Silent turmoil underneath volatile waters,
Xes your zest.
otherworldly beauty;
outstanding view of beach
on tropical island.
observing waves crashing
on jagged rocks, explode.
overzealous starlings,
optical treat in sky!
Submitted for...
Pleiades O Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Date written: 04/03/2021
And for...
Look At This Place! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Date written: 04/03/2021
In the universe, before a star dies
It goes through implosive pangs
In this realm a supernova lies
As the star goes out with a mighty bang
The resulting explosion causes a celestial storm
And illuminates the galactic night
And then a nebula is formed
A beautiful otherworldly sight
In our galaxy supernovas are rarely seen
Within our realm the moon must suffice
An earthly view much more serene
With a glow to enchant and entice
5/8/17
Otherworldly is a place where I go,
Existing here is no such thing as time,
Never to divulge the things that I know,
When I am here all things are sublime,
While living in this realm I have no foe,
Nectar so sweet thy ripe tree I must climb.
Esoteric in essence in this place,
Where do I roam with this look on my face?
8~May~2017
Edited on the 5~June~2017
Beyond those doors, an otherworldly place
presents the quietude of souls at rest;
another world, in time that I will face,
behind that marble wall, inside my nest.
So quiet and serene, this sacred space
this mausoleum, safe from earth's unrest,
where souls observe their outer emptiness
safeguarding them in otherworldliness.
The city is
cloaked in shadow
On my radio
I hear otherworldly sounds
brass,percussion and
singing in a language
I don't understand
The sounds reach
the core of my being
motivate me to
write this ode
Music has the power
to support one's
strengths
as does poetry
The music continues to play
My pen continues to
write
the beat is gripping me now
And the words come forth
The night becomes my plaything
As I delve
into my subconscious
for the right word
Search my inner self
to find something
others can connect with
and even take joy in!
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