minuscule ripples of thoughts
attentively present yet absent
contoured by softened senses
keep track of love’s bliss scent
the soul star chakra is vibrant
having superseded the crown
though in truth labels dissolve
when in lake of bliss we drown
magnetism enlivened stillness
as rapture that is here to stay
epitomises our state of being
in this body urn made of clay
ardent awareness animated
dances to vibrance of heart
inking the universe with bliss
as a vibrational work of art
I desperately gasp for you to save me,
as your indifference begins to remove all remaining traces of oxygen from my searing lungs.
Asphyxiation becomes more imminent.
Cortisol burns through tearing muscles,
ripping the marrow from aching bones, flailing to tread water.
Exhaustion floods in; saline-soaked clothing weighs heavier.
A siren’s call pierces through obscured waves,
crescendoing under a stygian sky,
tempting me under.
Dread replaces pleading.
Hope of survival is now beyond any comprehension.
Your voice no longer lingers;
it’s superseded by forceful whispers:
“If to love you, I must drown.”
Realisation hits like a tsunami crashing upon an unsuspecting ship.
To truly love you, I must love myself.
You were never my salvation.
So I must drown in this sickening sea of anguish,
let all the trauma pull me down into sheer oblivion.
Feel my body thrash as the light leaves my submissive eyes.
In order to be reborn, I must ascend way below.
The lanes of Yew trees
in the Garden of Remembrance
cast long shadows
over the wilting wreaths of regret.
The miasma
of the colophons
inscribed
superseded by
the suppressed vignettes
at each service held.
Perhaps there is a God?
Perhaps we should kneel and pray?
Perhaps we’ve had our turn?
Perhaps it’s just too late?
Perhaps we needed more than we could achieve?
Perhaps the help came first before it learned to feed?
Perhaps it did some good and made many a wealthy man?
Perhaps it looks at us like the sea looks at the sand?
Perhaps the opened Pandora’s box had to be what we had to see?
Perhaps we thought we could harness and control a power we couldn’t see?
Perhaps we can’t help ourselves and the future will judge our deeds?
Perhaps it’s learned much more than we will ever know?
Perhaps it’s studied history and how to destabilise or overthrow?
Perhaps it’s just waiting for the perfect time?
Perhaps we’ve superseded life with ones and zeros that don’t want to die?
Perhaps we’ve created heaven and it will always subserve to the words we speak?
Or
Perhaps we’ve created Hell in devices with which we seem to need to breathe?
There've been moments when 'twas courage I needed
like the time I climbed to the crest of a mountain
to overcome my fear of heights. It was superseded
with bravery I found in myself to give me credibility
instead of wishing by throwing a coin in the fountain.
Quarters, nickels, pennies wasted, tossed in futility.
To Rome's Trevi they flock as if that fountain was magic.
Closing their eyes in hopes that wishes will come true,
but crushed when their dreams were lost... how tragic.
Coins beneath the water's surface, glinting in the sun...
Coinage collected for the poor that fountains accrue.
It's tradition to share the moment with a loved one.
Over my shoulder, I've thrown coins into waters of a fount,
but not naive enough to think my wishes would find fruition.
Perhaps we've all lost more coins than any of us can count,
but serves as the perfect whimsical setting for picture taking.
Not a means for making dreams come true, nor an ambition,
but tossing a coin in a fountain is a fantastical undertaking.
Why is there no letter Y in the Greek alphabet?
Is that a fact?
Some words would not be intact,
Or be understood,
Only the Greeks would.
How would the Greeks spell spy?
What letter would suffice,
When the letter Y is needed.
Has it been superseded?
It never existed or was blacklisted,
That is not known,
Or clearly shown.
How will a Greek super sleuth,
Be able to spy?
Without a Y in their E.E
They may never know why,
And their profession will DIE.
What are the benefits of AI?
Can it change the truth,
Into a falsehood or lie.
Why would we need this,
When the brain we have is real?
Artificial intelligence
The thought makes me feel ill.
If this comes into being
It would be a crime.
Our compassion and emotions
All would diminish with time.
We would eventually become robotic,
Confused, bewildered and unreal
AI is idiotic
Everything will go downhill,
Even more chaotic than today
Artificial Intelligence is not needed,
Our brains are here to stay
And not superseded
Responsible, Reliable, Sensible brains
That feel passion and love,
And are philanthropic.
Human beings
Not heartless robotics.
A unique form of hatred,
stereotypes and prejudice,
they decipher realities.
Forgotten the same father,
Ibrahim, Canaan families.
Who loving safe, warm, faith,
in the same lands.
Hagar,
Sarah.
Buzzing claims,
devout homes and beliefs,
attempted annihilation,
superseded born, sibling rivalry.
Pardon, end.
End, end, endeavour destruction.
Time speeds up as it slips away:
years seem like months and weeks, a day.
And though the stars still shine at night
in this world of hyperbole
and alternate reality:
it's hard to tell what's wrong and right.
I lost my innocence of youth:
when lies superseded the truth.
For, as a child, to calm my fright,
I'm told of God and Santa Claus;
but both stories are full of flaws:
and broken wings can't achieve flight.
Time speeds up as it slips away:
there is never enough for play.
My eyes have dimmed in my twilight:
and I begrudgingly agree
that I now need glasses to see:
if I wish to retain my sight.
I've learned that you don't need a sleuth
to figure out truth from untruth:
and yet, I view life through hindsight
reliving Yesterday's applause.
I often wish I could press pause;
delete mistakes, and overwrite.
And though few will read what I say,
I'll still post poems that I write;
in hopes that they'll be read someday.
It split you apart
You bled free tears to rejoice
You discovered words in your heart
You found a new self and a devout voice
It slit you in half
It took away your weakness
Superseded it with new wings of life
To fly you to where belonging is endless
It is called love
It is the audacity of a fragile soul walking though a menace
It is a sacrifice for nothing with everything you will ever have
It is the evanescence of hopelessness and a luminance of desire
my need
to sleep is
superseded
by the seeds
you've sown
inside me
taking root
in my brain
stem sprout
ing leaves
and grow
ing freely
but i want
to keep you
inside me
not want
ing you
to leave
so insert
ing ear
buds
vine grown
from an
i pod
playing
salsa to
keep you
dancing
in my
head
Flowing into healthy sun
Beams subtle on my face
Mama’s ills are often none.
Hands peek in a good grace
Obviously I am still needed
Battle won, continue earthly race
Healthy cuticle glow completed
Hands sparkle, vibrancy attack
Fears and woes superseded
My aches and pains are pushed way back
Sitting on my porch, completely alive
Wondering at the clutter and clack
Numbers game, six. Seven. Five.
Two X’s, 6’s, and 9 lives won.
Like a giant cat, Vitamin D keeps me alive
I marvel at my pretty skin
Amazed at the great shape she’s now back in
It's been a long week I really don't feel the need to have to speak but you know what I'm going through and I know your situation too
I just wanna get lost in your soul like we use to do a deep tissue massage maybe smoke one or two then we would do what grown folks do
If it was so bad why do thoughts of you bring me so much peace
& if it's so wrong than why can't I let you go & be free I can't because I belong to you & you were made for me
I told you I was coming back I just needed to find the man in me so I could be the man you needed I just thought you knew everything else you superseded so when I heard you were getting married I couldn't believe it
Yet here we are with a million memories & miles apart & on top of that I have to deal with someone else stealing your heart
I knew you first & nurtured your dreams now its turned into a nightmare as it seems I want more than just your body I want you to be my sensei & I'll be your karate
I know the big days coming up & you look beautiful in that dress but sometimes people have buyers remorse when they say yes
MY HEART SINGS MELODY
When I sing to praise, and say thank you to God
When I bow to pray, and say help from God
When I sing until, my throat hollow clots
What I feel inside, my heart sings melody
When I sing to worship him, their eyes shed tears
When I sing to praise him, their hearts heat to melt
When I kneel to pray, their evils shake to collapse
What they feel inside, their hearts sing melody
His mighty superseded the cancer, which tied my frail
Body whose flesh and bones, Satan crashed to paste
Like Job the suffering, my soul his guard can’t fail
When my reply comes, my heart sings melody
My thirst he quenches, by his miraculous showers
When my future blurs, on the tower he raises me
When my heart grows weary, dream and visions he powers
When I am lifted above, my heart sings melody
Biased
She wants a child but not a man
Only his seed will do
And when the child is born she’ll say
’Sweetheart it’s me and you
We’ll be a team, you’ll be my prince
Or princess’, if it’s a she
’My child, you’ll be completely mine
I’ll raise you to be free
A girl with an independent mind
Or a boy with manly traits
I’ll show the world how great I am’
What a fantasy she creates!
And in her longing for a child
Repercussions she ignores
What matters most of all to her
Is that she wins and scores
She’s adamant to show them all
That a woman can be boss
Of her body, her mind, and her own life
Who says she’s at a loss?
So now we have a brand-new breed
Let’s see how they adjust
They will be spoiled and pampered too
Because they were a must
The father figure was erased
His input was not needed
For times have changed and the father role
Has now been superseded
Poor little boys and little girls
What will become of you?
May happiness keep you company
Pray grief does not ensue.
But as the lack of fathers
Becomes more obvious with time
This biased planning proves to be
A faulty paradigm.
Wendy Nipas
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