Meaningful girl redheaded.
Daughter of John and Elaine Grey.
Mind situated
Thoughts, tensions. Mind breaks
Revelations
Tell a communications.
Kinesis
Mind reeling reading
Telekinesis
Student of Charles Xavier
Original X man.
Red headed Marvel Girl
Member of Uncanny X-MEN
Reading your mind
Powerful, Psych blasts
Showcasing immense omega-level
Telepathic and telekinetic abilities
Powerhouse mutant capable of flight,
Energy manipulation, and mental control
Psionic abilities to protect mutant kind associated
With the cosmic "Phoenix Force".
Spirit of the Phoenix
Jean Grey MARVEL GIRL Phoenix
4/19/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Golden Boys light years Time Jacks crossbows
The source of regret is sometimes best known by its own remorse
Gords are cheaper to manufacture then glass jars
Fragrance Arura sight sound taste hear feel speak
Pronounce the Miracle as it is performed
Drains the rain as its poured down
Kinetic Energy Telekinesis levitation strong pulls
Omens dreams vision The Spirit is no greater than its DEliverance my sons
Hostess night caps A prideful man boast more
Legends give hope so that all men may learn from them
Stories are more than just passed down they are lived only for a moment
IMagine memorize overcome the spells she has casted on those
Numbers add up sometimes if they don't than go slow
Memories of childhood haunt most of us because the pulls often last longer
Virtual reality is a comparison too that often called Ghost ghouls
Westernly southbound points to the North Pole
Leaning towards the battle zone endurance is what we pray for
I died the other day,
fore am but a wraith,
manipulated by creatures,
leeches of the realm moribund.
Scars etch my face from lobotomies,
artistry crafted with a silver brush,
scalpel carves sanguinary in hush,
by a blind man, a white coat.
Smoke, Lilithian billowing tendrils,
swirl my essence, telekinesis,
baleful aura emanates the dirge,
mirth to match their futile folly.
Pluck the harp, smack the drum,
turn the skeletal key,
jiggle the loose lock,
yclept maestra death incarnate.
Destiny..
Hands on a mirror
I stare intently at me;
Telekinesis;
Every object simply moves
with a single focused glance;
Did a double take;
Was it really me just now?
The room flys about;
A whirlwind spins rapidly
fueled by my intensity;
Untapped potential
biting my lip wind lifts me;
My knuckles grip white
stimulating what’s inside;
I relinquish all control.
Mystery Undone
Twists and turns in a foreign earth’s reign
Locked of a mystery within, I feel insane.
The length of Love is often untold
But the loss thereof I cannot hold.
The admired is ignorant but specific
And pretends not to hear my call
In the dark, my thoughts are left alone
Alone they cannot fall.
Dwelling on thoughts in the broken darkness
I seem to stumble on a step
I’ve lost my consciousness to my heart
But my heart is still unkept.
The bitter steal of love is yet another mystery
Only a soul could do without
But that too I’ve given
To you without a doubt
I’ve lost control of my heart
Something I no longer own
And although it’s nothing but empty
I’d still pick up the phone
It’s dangerous my love
It’s a sort of telekinesis
It brings you in my thoughts
And rips my heart to pieces
It’s not that I want to be hurt
But comparison that keeps me here
I know now where the darkness kept me
It was in a mysterical fear
The realization of what I wanted
Was only a stare at the sun
What I wish for most right now
Is that the mystery be undone
DEAD Ghosthunter or Spiritualist
Spiritualist realm can or can not be our friend
One thing for curtain there nothing to play with
Spiritual realms careful they are real and
Seal no deals with the devil's beware kiss
"Paranormal Investigators" think ghost hunters
Are nothing more than casual hobbyists
You the pubic of free will can choose to
Either Scientifically or sp speaking dis or believe
The supernatural nothing to play with
It can or could be as something to fear
But God hasn't given us the spirit of fear
Apparition dead person believed to appear
Ghost hunter in front, beside or in back around in your foot tracks
Spiritualist events phenomena such as telekinesis Spirits intact
Clairvoyance they're beyond the scope of normally be not a soothsayer
Don't PLAY with Let the dead bury the dead beware of this behavior
10/04/18
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
If a star appears would be to much to ask it real
A dark side of red amber light shield of rusk
Darken the shade reflect of pain what is of ambition to strike
If telekinesis was real and chakra was more then energy what
Word
Would be able to describe a figure?
Like glass shallow to the effect of time what moment hold of
Truth to search for reason?
Not all cause and effect start with a big bang
But with all similar question
Answers all do evolve.
If I had x-ray vision
How naughty I would be
Spend all of my time in jail
Disregarding all privacy
Who wouldn't like to fly
Think of the time we'd save
Like a bird, take to the sky
Avoiding the TSA
Powers of the mind
The future perfectly clear
Secrets I would find
If your thoughts went in my ear
Telekinesis might be fun
Move anything with your eyes
The power of the sun
Mischievously fantasize
Wisdom was King Solomon's desire
In a way, wisdom is power
But wisdom is inspired
With a gift already empowered
It's the most important one
We often carelessly use
When all is said and done
Our gift is the power to choose
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession of sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pindrop silence.
An anxiety starts, of-
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition.
Satish Verma
A beast,wicked and callous without culture,
He injured me several times but never again,
Accident I had months ago was~him;I am sure,
lustful and diabolical with a canker worm in his brain.
Not easy to kill so as not to get nailed,
I would have tried poison but it is traceable,
I have tried pushing off the staircase but it failed,
I need to be discreet so that I will not be accountable.
Thrust of knife straight to the victim`s heart,
can do the trick,if one is very skillful;
But you need to be an expert in this act,
so that homicide detectives will have their cup full.
Shooting with vaporize bullet from a gun
can be effective without autopsy report,
Brainwashing and mind control can be done,
leading to self-infliction and suicide without rapport.
No finger print,No murder weapon;
No traceable motive,source or wishful thinking,
No evidence in this case to act upon,
Telepathy and telekinesis are the best forms of escaping.
Olusegun Arowolo;Contest;"Murderous Thoughts"
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Isc-ca-cave baby
Is-to take it slow
Ischch- got telekinesis'
As you must know
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They say that Wildthang
Is his isch-ca-duta-da-de
Say's thay ye shall
Isch-ca-a-duta-see
It ain't
Isch-a-duta-Me
A monkkey ain't
Going to make a
Monkkey out of me
GF
******Note:*****
Isch-ca-duta means: Mean's that I just don't know!
****Complement's of the wild-thang-monkkey......wtm
blew me a wet kiss
isolated state of bliss…
telekinesis
A novel or short story is always more formal
But, here now’s a poem of the paranormal
There are a few theories beyond understanding
Well, as so many say, “Seeing is believing!”
A night as a youngster with friends all around
Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound
Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes
No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise?
A life-changing event, so simple in stature
Reveals hidden truths around us in nature
Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search
They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch!
In the end there’s only one thing they could think
It’s funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink
Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind
Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind!
It seemed such a wonder there in the night
A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight
Concepted world to never again be the same
Take it as it comes voted the name of the game!
Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters,
For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters
How hard must it hit you before you realize
Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.
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