Unifying Poems | Examples

Our Effervescence

The Big Bang sound vibrates in the universal core,
pulsates in harmony with the concerto of the creator. 
The elements of His presence is ingrained in our souls,
interconnected by the common threads of awareness.

Everything crafted drifts in the stream of continuum
that cascades with the music of love in our hearts.
By one universal melodic chord we all are bound,
from one cosmic harp all the prime rhythms ripple.

The heavenly infinite network of unique oneness
encrypts the unifying divine algorithm of our being.
Suffused with unbound flash of the godly galaxy  
our souls perceive the universal acuity of divinity.

As the karmic design aligns with the absolute
the pristine petals of the awakened souls unfurl,
blossoming the heavenly flower of love. 
In its fragrance floats the grandeur of His grace.

In the sacred sanctum of timeless tranquility,
embraced by the seamless sky of His benevolence,
the liberated souls merge with the devout wholeness, 
flies free impelled by the effervescence of salvation.

hiku 6 liner -EXPLAINED

         momentarily

wait  hesitate and dream-

        imagination cries

          
unshackled 

      conception awakens-

         formulates

 

hiku=haiku-in-english 

Doubled= 2 separate stand-alone untitled hiku - capable of unifying into a six-liner

AI: panacea or pain

a Curtal Sonnet 

AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad 
it to subservience penned up in stalls.

Singularity approaches quickly 
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.

The five fires

for its heavenward ascent 
each God-spark seeks love’s consent 
first employing mind’s thought crutch
until it can learn by touch

spirit, a fire, grazes air
with all elements does pair
love the unifying force
shaping each earth bound soul’s course

when polarities unite
life in a womb does alight
a new born soul thus takes birth
to live life and prove its worth

without sense of ownership
the child is raised in worship
breath by breath embraced-released 
that God in heaven is pleased

Not Good Enough

Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.

I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.

But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.

Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.

Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.

What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.

These scraps of doubt then entomb me.

Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.

THE CITY OF SIRTE

She rose from the sand like a favoured child
Cradled by waves and draped with oil.
A city birthed from
A legacy carved to outlive time.

She wore power like a velvet robe
Gracefully hosting the continent’s hopes
Summits held with unifying dreams
From Egypt’s dunes to Sierra Leone’s seas.

But now she lies in shattered grace
Her golden roads frayed like worn-out thread.
Glass-built homes still raise their flags
Though windows are gone, and doors hang dead.

O Sirte, once a privilege town
Now carry the weight of broken stones
once a breath of fresh air
Now buried in ruins, silent and alone.

The song of sorrows

Life is but a song of sorrows,
Days can feel like miserable melodies.
Our heartstrings plucked,
Chords that resonate with tragedy.  

The beating drum, a dark percussion,
Can serve as rhythm to the chorus of our love and joy.
That which is memorized by heart,
In every generation, the song is sung.  

In every life, a note is played—
Lows entwined with our highest moments,
Giving credence to suffering,
Unifying our spirits in a grand orchestra,  

Composing a symphony of our very soul.

Life, Beauty, Love And Career

Life is unique and different
As no fingerprint is the same
As no flower is same in design
They may have the same color 
But varies in form and style.

Beauty is unique and different
Different race, different grace
Seasons affect its appearance
Fashion is beautiful in each culture taste
People's nice determine countenance.

Love is a unifying force on earth
It makes the people live in harmony
If there's love, there's God
It makes two steps synchronized
It connects two opposing poles steadily.

Career is the best source of economy
It boost country's internal copper 
It develop ones skills and talents
It develops ones personality
It makes a country becomes rich.

I Am Thankful For 2

Thankful for belief in THE ALMIGHTY GOD.
Cannot imagine a world void of belief in Him.
It brings the hope of overcoming and dispelling
all the evils that exist on earth.

Thankful for both the FAMILY I was  born 
into and the family via my wife and me.
No connection is greater than family.

I have been a part of a CHURCH since childhood.
Later on, by personal choice, I determined the church
to be a very binding and unifying reality in my life.

Without FRIENDS where would I be? What would I have
accomplished without the support they offer in my life.
My friends have always been very vital to me.

Jungle Letters

Among 
Beautiful 
Creatures 
Dwell 
Elegantly 
Floating 
Gigantically 
Inquisitive 
Journeys 
Keeping 
Lovely 
Melodies 
Nuances 
Often 
Painting 
Quietly 
Rare 
Scenes 
Theoretically 
Unifying 
Vast 
Wonders 
Xerothermic 
Yields 
Zoetically.

COLOUR with WORDS

theory of colour
 darkness
&brightness
light
& its absence
serene
  softly
    exciting
 impression
 of warmth
the hue of
 intensity
stimulating
   negation
 active
passive side
in perfect
equality so

 a six-part
circular
  rainbow
complementary
 dynamic
transitions
& gradations
subtle
 yet profound
& magical
unifying
 with
   words

NOTE: Uniquely Klee combines a poem( in German),within his art
'Once emerged from the grey of night'.(as seen in link)

Cornish poem We Cornish are a Nation

Cornwall is almost an island,
Thanks to the river Tamar and the sea,
Its indigenous inhabitants are us Cornish and
We Cornish are a nation - and will always be.

Kernow (Cornwall) boasts its own: 
       Parliament and laws home grown,
       Flag, anthem and crest with fifteen bezants,
       Cornish Pasty and Oggy Oggy chants,
       Patron Saint and noble Kings,
       National bird with its black chough wings,
       Unifying tagline of ‘One And All’,
       Cornish wrestling and silver hurling ball,
       Ethnic Minority status, Unique DNA,
       Cornish language still spoken today,
       Nationhood recognised worldwide,
Facts are facts and the facts can’t hide.

We embrace our British neighbours
And we respect the Queen,
But we Cornish are a Nation
And we have always been.

Westminster chooses to ignore this fact,
Let it relent and admit its shame,
For whilst the truth beats in Cornish hearts,
A nation – we shall remain…

Blossom In Snow

I have seen the fire blossom in snow
on the Himalayan peak
wondrous meteoric dust
rise in hymnal flames

Rode on shoulders of snowy giants
on heights untrod by human feet
bathed in mighty energies
released by countless contemplating seers

Erect they sit in hurricane and hailstorm
fortified by the valor of spirit
exerting hard to safeguard the cultural treasure
the time capsules embalmed in the racial memory

Light-bearing is the language of all creativeness in Art
the pan-human tongue, which every one understands
a peaceful all-unifying stream that flows in every heart
as the vehicle of the creative light into all recesses of life.

(Yayati poem)

Author: Madan Gandhi.

CREATIVISTA klee matisse

 Klee set the art world free
in his Once emerged from the grey of night' poetry


Unifying colour & words
An idea never previously heard
An experimental start
With his posey picture art-

Matisse
   brushed
no more..
                scissors
                paper
                glue
the
          colour
          cut-outs
 littered
the floor
     with
         shapes
              anew
so blue

so blue
 of
    osmosis mode
maquettes
   & abstracts
shapely
but
    stark



Once emerged from the grey of night.

Yo-yo meditation

In playfulness, we can try this for fun:

Taking the crown chakra as the highest
And the root as the lowest
In as vibrations
We descend
From crown to root
Slowly, pausing at third eye
Ah! Spiritual vision, intuition enabled 
Never mind if unity consciousness is lost
Next, the throat chakra, the ethereal connector 
Hmm, vanity of our communication skills
Let us be spoilt here by the applause
Down to the heart toroidal
Unifying all opposites 
Within its womb 
We’re home
Lower yet we go
Navel, power and fear
We wish to dominate earth
Trouncing opposition by brute force 
Down further, the sacral stirs dark lust
Our primate, feral instincts overpower soul
Cocooned below at the root, in pursuit of wealth

Then the ascent to crown, back the way we came
Renouncing each lower vibration step by step
There is no glue because this is a game 
A yo-yo meditation if you will for fun
Descent and ascent sans judgment 
Because we are not this form
But since we are now here
Let us learn as we burn
Moment by moment 

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