Teleported Poems | Examples

Hide and seek

Vibrational descent followed by ascent,
duality’s offering for our delight,
that on blurring boundaries we feel content,
as we’re teleported to zenith like height,
upon the bliss current’s auspicious advent,
revealing that our true Self is living light.
Liken life then to a game of hide and seek,
where God hides from us, yet offers a sneak peek.

Zen mode

all doings are being done
although we are not doing them
we behold this non-doing in wonderment 
as we are so teleported across time
on wings of magical bliss mists

A kiss in the dark

strange but true
such is as it was
I was kissed one night
in love’s stillness pause

it happened like this 
perhaps way past midnight
my presence was teleported
on a wingless flight

nodes within form stirred
I was suffused with cool heat 
as magnetism intensified
I heard a loving tweet

Divine Mother bestowed a kiss
right between my eyebrows
behold now dear child, she said
how luminescent aura grows 

heightened rapture ineffable
then became the norm
each body cell was set aflame
and I was centred in love’s storm

Moonstone Melodies

            A translucent bluish-white mineral with a mysterious sheen


I hear them rustling behind heaven's plisse,
fabric seersucker curtains, opaque but unlaced 
One breath and suddenly 
I'm a teleported being 
letting go of all faculties and senses; 
A prayer on the lips searching for everlasting hope.  

These precious substances of color and charm
both calm and confident, ignite the soul    
and usher it to peace, love, and harmony.  
 
Filled with Goddess energy
exuding warm tones of luminescent, ephemeral light 
the hand receives what the eyes have encased 
lost inside clairaudient auditory movements  
Moonstone Melodies; 

Yokiko reveries fill me like no other  
listen to the sound they make
Angels dressed in crinoline gowns, 
swooshing and spreading light
everywhere...
Lost in their chime like sound of tinkling glass  
they are un-comparable, 
A thousand stars of heaven could never compare 
to these moonstone gems, 
who seem to claim the heart bit by bit
and then, all at once.

The do-nothing practice

Instinctively following scent of delight,
in as that pulsation that does not abate,
in staid stillness, soul attained zenith like height,
teleported by love straight to heaven’s gate,
suffused in bliss mists thus by day and by night,
invoked by yearnings of our childlike heart chaste.
As we can see there is nothing to be done,
save recognising that God and soul are one.

Go and Help It

What is it? A dog? Cat? Gerbil? Albino beast?
I am not sure; the forest does not know in the least.
I watched the creature approach a dried dandelion.
It began to whimper, next, it would be crying.

Go and help it! Someone’s voice came on the wind.
I was frightened a bit, it might be evil, not a friend.
Approaching it anyway, I decided to comfort her.
She teleported away, but I got a small piece of fur.

Them Calls

It's funny how time flies 
No wings to flap
Yet fast enough 
Never stopping for someone wishing so

Another funny thing is how Nature calls daily 
But our busy schedules don't pick up
Missing out on the horizon 
Our TV screens show us the beauty so we can't take a step forward into the sunset 

Comfortable in our zones
Time whispers farewell to today 
Without a warning we're stuck in the morrow
Wishing to travel in time we are teleported to the future

Without dreams to show for it we show up
Time escorts us to the graveyard
Without responded to calls we cry for second chances
But time waits for no one and today is all we have

Soul Search

to hide from myself
in denial of loneliness 
I set off barefoot
in search of a guru

the hall of mirrors
displayed myriad forms
some with remarkable gifts
but imperfect like the moon

exhausted, I just stopped
in the middle of a desert
where ghosts wandered about
cloaked in human form

alone with myself
choosing to check the depths
silence enlivened stillness 
radiating bliss from within

I stood at first transfixed
teleported to heightened rapture
then in time bliss too transformed
etched in heart as ineffable peace

flowing gently, clinging to nothing
unfed identity withered away
the veil dropped and soul was free
aglow in its native element 

these days I tend to bilocate
between the real and the unreal
there remains nothing to be done
but it would be rude if I walked away

I Am That

In the dead of the night, I stirred from sleep,
waking up in bed to rapture unbound,
borne by bliss nectar that had seeped in deep
and presence choosing therein to be drowned,
found itself standing here on holy ground.
Each node within pulsating with delight,
heart was teleported to zenith height,
as my formless consciousness filled all space
and thus my body, awash with God’s light,
in time dissolved stillness, imbibed His grace.

Sunday Treats

The ice-cream parlor
is just across the road
from a small white clapper-board church.

I sit in a window seat,
watching the little town
and the sidewalk
as it moves people around,
thought-reading their directions,
as they go to, or come away
from predictable starts and arrivals.

Now the congregation is filing-out
of the narrow church door.
The pastor, has somehow
teleported himself,
to get up in front of them,
he shakes hands and pats backs,
knowing them all,
perhaps knowing too much
about some of them.

Kids are corralled quickly,
strapped into booster seats,
or marshaled across to this store
for ice-cream treats.

It's just a little township,
on a side-road to nowhere special.

The ice-cream is homemade and delicious.

I could trash-talk this hamlet,
these people, these families,
I am naturally cynical by nature,

but I am in love with them all,
and the ice-crem is always so good.

Priceless Beyond Measure

 What oh hermit, should we hold dear
Objects of desire disappear
Horizons shift, we are adrift
Where lies true bliss, of which we hear

We know this life's from God, a gift
But how may we, vibrations lift
To get to peace that does not end
Escaping strife and needless rift

If ear to conscience we do lend
And our will to love divine bend
Upon so choosing to do this
We'll feel clearly, our soul ascend

This is the direct path to bliss 
Rapture of Divine Mother's kiss
As we be to become God's light
Recognising He alone is

Getting thus to boundless delight
Teleported to zenith height
In joy that does not come and go
Bliss beats throb within day and night

24-December-2022

Priceless Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Freeze the Frame

The sublime elixirous fragrance
Rose exuding it's sublime essence
Teleported to nirvana, presence
Jarred by piercing pain of a thorn

Withdrawing not, holding opposites
Frozen in time, in the palm of our hand
The pain too transmuted as bliss
Dissolving all inherent contradictions

03-November-2022

The Cry of the Boychild

I was born decades ago.
When boychild wad was a being.
'No community survives without a boy'
The phrase I used to hear.
I envied the boychild.

Soon the value teleported.
Into the thin air not to be seen.
Today the opposite I see.
The gender I desliked, 
The societies' preference.

Day after day, the boy is a looser.
From home to school.
Within and without.
No one to stand for the boychild.

Boys raped day after day,
No activist put it out.
Boys taken to court.
No lawyer speaks for him.
Innocent boys rotting in jail.

His education not left behind.
Every motivation skewed to the girl.
Every activist is feminist.
His performance dwindles.
No one attempts to find the roots.
I speak for the boychild.

?@Kipngeno Robin.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk

Bliss Flame

God energised bliss mists brush against our cheek,
gripping our presence in rapture of delight,
dipping in stream of nectar, soul’s eager beak,
that heart be teleported to zenith height,
as love in love with love does so itself seek,
reflecting prismatic light by day and night,
as ordained in time, becoming the bliss flame,
transcending all opposites, in life’s end game.

06-September-2022

OTTAVA RIMA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins

The Practice

Such is our meditation art
We invite God into our heart
Then we shift into his abode
On feeling bliss ignition start

This path’s pathless, there is no road
Each breath we take, to God an ode
Standing still, we be to become
The bliss flame, striking mother lode

Bliss beats strum, hark the cosmic drum
Heart’s door open bids love welcome 
Our delight, hidden in plain sight
With nary a care for outcome

Teleported to zenith height
By bliss cascading day and night
Vaporised self is one with God
In His domain of love and light

02-September-2022

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