Sublimating Poems | Examples

Progress flows like a river of light through time

Progress flows like a river of light through time,
transforming the old man into a shadow of smoke,
a titan of sinew fading into the mist of memory,
replaced by an avatar of contemporary gentleness.
This one, sculpted from new desires and norms,
carries the days like a dream of vegan colors,
where meat is just a myth told by extinguished fires,
and wine, a relic of victories from long ago.
He, who neither smokes nor drinks, yet infuses his soul
with essences that seduce his senses in a dance of change,
in a world where ecology becomes a green religion,
and dogs are companions through the gardens of eternity.
Progress sings to a society that hides its shadows
beneath the mask of the blue light of vibrating screens,
sublimating evil into electric-hearted benefits,
where civilization is born from glandular dreams.
In this world, every person is an island of dreams,
a pawn on the board of a game with changing rules,
where progress is a new garment for old desires,
and the flow of consciousness is a wave of carried melancholy.

Bilocation

In the existential dualist domain,
irreducibly implanted in intrinsic psychic arena,
we breathe as God’s generous gift 
the divine breath of the enactment life,
as the source of congruent performing creativity. 

The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to enlightened eternity,
the ordained life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.

The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
contouring the receptive calmness of the soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite euphoria,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.

The soul shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of perception lotus,
as self-searching entranced odyssey ends
in the singular sanctum of the supreme,
the revelation revives the acuity appreciation. 

The spiritual passage across perception stratum,
achieved by introspective dissolution
of the rigid notions through transcendence,
dissolves the division of outside-in and inside-out,
virtuous bliss suffuses as we bilocate our awareness.

Transitions - Collab With Margarita Lillico

Autumn ultimately receives it all - 
Painted in bald bohemian design, 
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall. 

Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing - 
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse, 
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring. 

Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff -
Splendour of colours ignites the world hued, 
Young fauna run around with zest imbued - 
Nevertheless not spared from summer's sniff. 

Summer ultimately shines bright with cheer -
The ocean blows in soft breeze on waves white, 
Morning swims and evening walks, hearts delight, 
Nevertheless not secure from Fall's sneer. 




Form: Enclosed Rhyme (10 syllables)


29th March 2023

Transitions

Autumn ultimately unveils it all, 
Basking in bold bohemian design, 
Pastoral poets’ inspiration shrine - 
Enlivens lavishly before the fall. 

Winter ultimatum trumps with chill swing - 
Impetus frozen by a frigid muse - 
Sublimating into slumbering blues, 
Melting away under the spell of Spring.  

Spring’s ultimate pizazz wafts in the air, 
Awakening the passions of pristine - 
Romance’s timid touch from hues of green, 
Blush to blossom under Summer’s hot stare. 

Summer struts with an ultimate demand - 
Party for all disciples of the sun -
Sweet sweat of dog days in the languid run, 
Til Autumn takes a precedented stand. 


March 24, 2023

Smokescreen

A thin wisp
Like fingers entwining
Opening like a budding flower
Skywards

Taking a path, a grey meander
Spooling and curling
Relying on a gentle breeze
For safe passage

The momentary heat on wood
Sublimating to perfumed wonder
Entering my body to 
Ensnare the soul

The scent which evokes
For each a different memory,
A feeling; but to all…
Solace, fortitude, release

Thought Rested Awareness

The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to the eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.

The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.

The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the course of introspection to the absolute
through the layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.

The soul then shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehension odyssey ends
in the seamless sanctum of the supreme,
the oneness configures into thought rested awareness.

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December 11, 2022
Contest : Thought Rested Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker

Split Wide Open

As I gaze upon my shadow, 
it appears to grow a hole 
Just where my heart belongs, 
morphs a void into my soul 
Open to all the elements, 
sunlight shines right through 
split second after a cannonball 
ripped my chest in two 

Give back my innards 
Return this heart to me
Fill this visceral hole 
And leave my body be 

Still I look upon my shadow, 
now appears to sprout wings
emanating from my loins, 
fledge red abstract things 
Open to all the elements, 
thermal winds raise me high
One moment after shrapnel, 
blew my atoms into the sky 

Give back my sinews
Return pink mist to me
Feed off your own evil
Go away leave mine be

Now searching for my shadow, 
it’s gone can’t be seen 
I haven’t got any eyes, 
only contours in between 
No need for rare elements, 
when sublimating the earth 
oh come closer afterlife, 
from my quanta seed rebirth 

Give back my conscious 
Return those eyes to me
Let meaning have a purpose 
And leave my shadow be

This or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 
Split wide open 
06/07/22

Universal Language

universal language 


                  sublimating v
     hale bopp tail splays ice debris ~
             sign of cosmic peace

Chasing Silhouettes

I can cook up numbers,
manipulate the sheets 
Sometimes chase shadows
not knowing I am beat,
You can trick my senses 
sweep me off my feet,
With a smile so beautiful,
easily launch a Trojan fleet 

I can change the figures, 
make ends appear to meet 
Pretend you are my lover,
be slave to false beliefs
Please gaze upon my eyes,
don’t turn away your seat
Grant me this one moment, 
it will be treasured eternally 

I can move the goalposts,
then lie through my teeth 
Live in an empty dreamworld,
let you fill my fantasies 
I never regretted this secret,
or a love so incomplete 
Yet in one sided attractions,
a crush just beats defeat 

I can conjure up magic 
almost unlock reality 
Take others for a ride,
perhaps down a shady street
Your different than the rest,
a very special treat
I still see you time to time, 
sublimating my poetry 


Some broken hearts never mend Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal 
25/02/22

Perfect Understanding

I comprehend the wind when
                      your hair dangles ...
                      is when you say yes
                      for me !
                      I comprise the sun when
                       everything goes off and in darkness,
                       when i perceive your fiery look
                       sublimating me!
                       I understand the rain when
                       shed your grateful tears
                       wetting me with emotion!
                       I realize then that
                       the storm,
                       it's just the
                       most vibrant
                       manifestation
                       of our love ...!

Detachment From Emotions

Any state of being manifesting a contracted feeling
is invariably brought about by our ego narrowly perceiving
in turn has to do with our consciousness identifying & associating 
with an object real or imaginary it is deludedly fearing or desiring

What the mind interprets to be detachment is more oft than not indifference 
that we know deep within as sinking ennui rather than joyous exuberance 
Likewise then we may reason that what some of us may call meditation 
is quite different from self hypnotic thought controlled healing sedation

Meditation being simply shifting our attention from the ephemeral external
to mind-body rested identity-less awareness simply present in silence eternal
wherein neither repressing nor sublimating any ego associated negativity
we being formless awareness re-connect to divine love magnetism in entirety 

As such there is no doer present within and yet all the doing is invisibly done
while we as pristine awareness simply resistancelessly be to become
Love itself in fullness filling the voids of emptiness within
in identity dropped presence still and sanguine

Beauty and the Beast

A pulchritudinous creature
Oblivious to the turmoil 
Stirred in a young mans chest
Tamed the beast in me 
Sublimating me
From my true desires
Quelling the fires
Redirecting my passions
Reemploying my sexual energy
So we partake
Of the socially acceptable
Exercise our creative bent
Until the time is right
That blessed moment
When love supplants lust 
And passions flame can burn

Solid Impression: I

(For Prof. Wolfgang Zach)

The kids beheld a bright face
Beaming like an emblem
Of the new photo-sky:
Subliming all our nativity
Sublimating our eagled rites.

His eyes were so sharp
Two fruits of nature!
Two seas of blossoming love:
Twinkling in a raw urgency
Of our black eagle.

The blond marched gently
Treading a retrieved soft soil
Of a celebrate earth
While his pious anthem thrusts
Through the heart of fading racism!

O his eyes pierced
The sour soul of unshy inhumanity
That ever-ready bird hatching agitations:
At which many lads arrowed at will
In those past seasons of no avail!

A Love Not Given

The sweetest love I ever knew,
Was a secret love not given.
A sublimating ecstasy--
A symphony from Heaven. 
                                           
A verb without an object;   
A means without an end.
A jasmine scented sweetness
On the summer evening wind.
                                           
One fleeting season of my life,
Of throbbing, tender glory,
When on the pages of the book
Was penned an unread story. 
                                           
Then, deep within my virgin heart,
Unscarred by love vows wasted,
Dwelt dreams of  rapture yet unknown, 
Of vintage wine untasted.   
                                           
But then, as happens with all fools,
There came the tragic day, 
When, to the sorrow of my soul,
I gave my love away.
                                           
Now, love unwisely given
Is, often, love refused.
Like a rose rejected by the wind,
Shattered, crushed and bruised.
                                                           
If only, now, the power were mine
That blossom to enliven, 
It would bloom again within my soul,
That glorious love not given.

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