Limited by our senses
Limited by smells, sight, sound
Limited by tastes and touch
Yet somehow
We sense there are mysteries ...
beyond them
A sixth sense
Embedded in our brains
The Pituitary gland
A doorway to the imagination
Where there’s a revolving door of neurons
All juiced up on Angelic power
A gateway of ganglia
Blueprinted from ages of DNA evolution
All up in our business with revelations
A continuous reconstruction zone
Especially created to regulate growth
Both literally and spiritually
The philosophical phlegm
That secretes like God goo
Inside of me
Inside of you
Inside all of us
ew
There is no honor among thieves
They were in and out a crime spree
Despite the frost white winter breeze
Screams were lost by autumn’s leaves
There were valuables taken indeed
Likely sold the gold across the sea
And the art was a smart centerpiece
Repainted by dark bloody crime-scene
Was it a targeted or a random thing
Corpses keep secretes horrible dreams
Who did it why how did this come to be
Will the fingerprints tell us anything
Within the secret sacred shrines of rose
Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows.
Creation flows. Existence is the scent.
Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end.
The scent is not on her external skin.
This is in the clashes of seasons' spin.
This aroma springs from her spotlessness.
The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness.
Soul is the core of the scent of goodness.
Within it abides showers of kindness
The stream of scent secretes with dispassion.
It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.
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pierced heart \ €/ secretes~……~
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nectar “ to solidify
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forming pearl of pain
Within the secret sacred shrines of any rose
Dwells a well filled with fountains of a unique scent.
This scent pervades the florescence as each bloom glows.
Though the rose may fade, its scent endures without end.
The fragrance is not on her peripheral skin.
This aroma arises from her spotlessness.
Facing each thick and thin of the seasonal spin
The fragrance finds the inmost shrine's bottomlessness.
My soul is the fulcrum of the scent of goodness.
It's from here that the scent spreads in acts of compassion.
With the unending showers of divine kindness
The stream of scent secretes and flows with dispassion.
Could any rose forget and forsake her fulcrum?
It's towards the lesser-known scent, I Am a Pilgrim.
Hands twitch
remembering the sensations
of the fingering flesh.
Side by side we sleep
between ghost worlds.
Feather whisps
of body awareness
anchors us
to one deeply breathing bed.
In that place,
skin secretes thought and sight,
we dream each other's dreams.
Are we more in love
there
in that nether land
then when fully awake,
when our tongues are
loose and sly?
The phone rings red
Like an accusation
Love is fleeting not dead
Embrace emancipation
No longer a thing teal
Fantastic run we had
I no longer fuchsia feel
Sad that you are mad
I have to be selfish
Like you were to me
I’m allergic to shellfish
And you swam straight to me
As a purple people pleaser
Wanted to be your everything
Chameleon love life a teaser
Joy left me with the spring
Mulberry trees dance in breeze
And butterflies rage a ballet
I’m a sunflower of golden peace
And self love secretes serenade
Strong, resilient, iridescent
Trapped in folds, they are translucent
Culture cultivate grafted right
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Mollusk secretes nacre layers
Wild pearls fetch prompt giga payers
Placed right they are prettiest sight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Implant good in delicate soul
Ego, pride, hate, lust can play foul
Turn to true source to be moonlight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Kindness, faith and love are virtues
Rare, admirable true values
They attract source and return bright
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Almost Time
If you say my mind is dark,
then wait until the light goes out.
I write about the earth's pain
and the suffering that's coming about.
The happiness that we once had
is now an afterthought.
I'm just a woke person with a shining light,
walking through the dark.
The nature that I live in
has taught me so much.
The brightness in my mind
is the rainbow of touch.
It secretes the knowledge
to the above-mentioned,
where the mental tries to escape
out of physical detention.
Now, it's time to elevate
to the highest degree.
Stop letting the world see you blind
when you know you can see.
Let's leave the shackles in the closet
and open up the door.
Release the energy of negativity
and be much more.
Let the world taste your desires
and fearless ways,
so we can rejoice
and live out our last days.
By: MELVINJOHNSON2026
Under the falling snow
let our privacy go!
Let the breath go on rocking....
Just drop down your secretes
in hurry!
Time is too short
To wait for the right moment
To make the right move
Every time…
Come on running to me
Not so softly with your bemused stride.
Not so gently like a virgin girl
Not so slowly like the widow
Waiting long in solitude
Here I’m with my balls
Hanging perpendicular
Like the pendulum
Keeping track of every second
Drop down your secrets
Drop by drop
All the falling snow will translate
Every moment for the next millennium
And entire humanity will repeat
The ultimate rhymes
Decoding the eternal codes…
©SriSuvro 5’ August 2024
God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..."- Unkown
Our invisible God,
difficult to undescribe Him,
Nobody saw Him,
but He lives in our pets.
Our dogs bark,
we don't know what they say,
until you know their meaning.
They bark for many reasons,
they say secretes we sometimes can't understand
Our cats meow,
nobody knows the meaning
unless you are attached to them.
A parakeet gives you a kiss because it means that loves you.
Our Dear God made an Universe where the pets are disguised for us to choose them.
Whoever you choose will be your choice, take care about them, because they last the most important time of your life.
Pets are sent by our God to give us love, something we
don't find in people most of the times.
Angels with no wings
flying next to us
making our life happier.
Be everything for them to live their whole life,
don't take their whole life for you to be disguised with white feathers.
I go within my being and touch the core of my soul.
Like a monk in deep meditation, my mind is quiet.
Exploring the hidden, unknown truths has become my goal.
My conscience and consciousness are filled with blissful delight.
Insight, like the nectar within flowers, secretes in me.
Patience, as in cranes, amalgamates with self-control.
Concentration pervades me like that of a honey bee.
Intuitions, not impulses, play a paramount role.
I'm alert in my waking, sleeping, working, and dining.
Unlike flooding rivers, my movement is like a calm stream.
I could feel, wisdom and truth, like celestial light, shining.
This cosmic existence turns into a heavenly dream.
Each movement and moment is filled with sensitivity.
My thoughts, words, and deeds are born of psychic tranquility.
| Oceans - Of Thought |
Harmonised hypothermia sets
through the darkened depth
of the chasm deep,
Like a heavy-weighted wreck
of my linguistic mind.
As blithe planulae float
amongst the turquoise torrents
of the surging tides.
Efflux my porous skin
that secretes the bitter brine,
Void of lust, my halitous breath.
When will I find the courage
that guillotine faith;
cut across these saline soothing shores
That reflects like crystalline glass,
that rips and takes.
But, incompetent to see more;
the calm of the sea.
But under tide
the waves topple above
like whitewash remembrances
Beckoning me to emerge and find,
Flavours of youth
in the lull of the sea
So I begin searching of forever freedoms
in the caress of the breeze.
I say my adieu to the abyss-abundant sea
My love for the ocean;
Is a coral of burnt sienna,
tipped with lanvanda,
and blushing pinks.
The azure's solvent divinity
has annihilated fear
Like an oakum of my sanity
My mind finally carefree.
Nature
You’re the puzzle that baffles the wisest of men
You’re the mystery that guards the sacred scroll
You’re the beauty that inspires wizards and bards
You’re the bait that lure enlightened souls
You’re the guardian of the secretes —known and unknown
You’re the past, the present, the future and beyond…
Les Braves
(Iambic Pentameter)
Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain,
As churned emotions scream on the light breeze.
The rushing lather bubbles with red stain,
While mortar clouds suppress the dying wheeze,
That madly dared to reach the cliffs in vain.
The hostile bluff still taunts a flying skein,
Where warriors bravely tried to scale the crest.
The rock secretes long tales of plaintive strain,
Of ones that fought abreast for the oppressed,
and finally achieved the winning gain.
Yet no win comes without a shocking loss,
As the escarpment holds the treasured sons,
That fought the menace of the iron cross,
to fall heroic to opponents’ guns,
but proudly rest in peace ‘neath the grave’s moss
Note: Just came back from a visit to the D Day beaches and the American cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer, a great place of reverence.
3rd place trophy winner
10.21.22
Contest: 3 stanza poem in quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
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