Vectors Poems | Examples

Remembering Through Journeying

It’s caught up, always, in those little things:
street corners, half-familiar: shop facades:
it’s not so much expansive boulevards
as rain-worn roofs which pluck the silvery strings
of sorrow. Part of my subconscious clings
to remnants – ruined fragments, broken sherds.
They say the brain’s an organ which discards,
not hoards. Why, then, these cruel rememberings?
A tranquil helmsman, plotting perfect vectors,
is how I see myself. Wretched delusion!
We’re buffeted by failure and exclusion,
divided into Hectors or defectors.
The only shred of dignity it brings
is when we learn to love our sunderings.

When is a dream not reality?

A setted carving, 
   Written by privation 
      Words that leak through unfilled ink 
         Gawping empty between ridges. 
            Then those canyon cliffs retreat again 
               Back down to their weary plains
            Brothers undo brothers, as
         All plains worn away. 
      And those letters of privation 
   Are gone, as empty were their valley hollows 
Their hollow fame ungained. 

         Vectors collide head into head, their 
      Perpendicular paths to ruin 
   Skidding, crashing, melting, bubbling, 
Paths fuse and fissure, which spitter into nothing. 

In death’s head shell, a poltergeist cackle
   A ghoul of concave echo walls
      It throws flaming cocktails to profuse undo 
         And set alight the beams of memory.

            And knowledge stolid, solid meals, 
         Waste to famine, thoughts
      To hollow dreams, not recollections, 
   What deceit 
Are believed imaginations. 

Set alight those beams 
   And worn down hollows of privation 
      I am left with hollow dreams, 
   Not recollections. What deceit
Are believed imaginations.

Zen mode

humble feet and serving hands
entwine as energy bands
bliss pierces body vectors
all nodes willing receptors

there is no doing we do
as rapture does so renew
tip of nose joins the dance
towards whom we shyly glance

such then is our ordained fate
feeling how chakras gyrate
each breath ushering bliss rise
beheld in childlike surprise

Day N Age

When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA 
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood 
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations 
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us 
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors 
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg 
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe 
With a simple shot from hypo spray 
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way 
But life is not TV land 
I suppose God must have other plans 
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age 
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin 
For some Jesus DNA 
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes 
And pray tell we may say, 
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”

Spring Grasp Scuffing

In the dusting of springtime squeeze
Sweet-scented of yesterday glees. 
Recall of rose bloom and clear days,
Of mirth and warmth in many ways.

Meek breeze bears the whiff of ripe life,
Fresh beginnings and cease of strife.
The world rouse from its frost slumber,
Nature's grace is once more wonder.

The birds sing their sweet melodies,
As they build their nests in the trees.
Bees buzz around, grasping nectar,
Butterflies dance in quaint vectors.

Let's bask in the charm of the sun,
And hype blooms that ne'er strove nor spun.

Written: June 05, 2023

In The Dusting Of The Springtime Sweet Scented 
Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest

Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose

Gong of Om

Gong of Om, within us resounds
It’s the cosmic current
Bliss throbs within us gently pound
Rhythm thus concurrent

Nectar vectors mapping
Bliss spirals form wrapping 
Sound of one hand clapping

We are home
Gong of Om

08-June-2022
Quietus

I'M Still Standing

I’m still standing, and all credit goes to God.
Many from all walks of life and places treated me odd.
God, I’m better than I’ve ever been.
I’m not in the hood anymore.
I’m not knocking on Hell’s doors.
Lord, I thank You for keeping me alive.
Many vectors pointed toward me from,
Huge directions and magnitudes.
It was only you that cancelled them out.
I give You true praise and credit without a doubt.
God, You, sent me to a place where I received more love,
Than, I ever obtained from people in my life.
I know that it came from You.
I know that I live the life that’s true.
I’m still standing because my purpose is enormous,
And for long it won’t be dormant.
I’m still standing although many don’t want me to.
I thank God that after all this time,
I’m still standing in my life that’s true.

The Raven

I have a secret it's buried deep
Almost afraid to fall asleep
My shape will shift when unaware
It really is a frightful scare.

This morning found black feather on bed
Midnight is trigger I truly dread
No idea where I flew last night
Except was home with morning light.

Exhausted, confused what a curse
The raven is waiting to reassert
A Shapeshifter, no doubt, is what I am
Alone, on my own, having no clan.




Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
Poetry Contest
Sponsored 
by: 
Anthony Biaanco 
25/05/2022



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A Purposely Torn Mosquito Net

Overnight shall sleep The Delayed Inspector
In a swarming-with-mosquitoes Sector:
The exact wish of his host and Rector
Wishing him the company of Malaria’s Vectors
And the keenest battles with Their Directors,
Since he mustn’t The School Inspector hector
But can’t him leave The Victor
Of a supervisory Role, Very Rude
And intent display of The Shrewd.
 
A Thirty-fiver impressing he could deprive
A Fifty-fiver of his sole drive,
Teacher watchers shocking as he strives
To mar that on which he thrives;
Wherefore it has to now be
And ever by payback be
A Purposely Torn Mosquito Net
That Malaria makes A sure bet
And Eyelids with begging tears wet.

Beware of the Brain Eaters

Beware of the Brain-eaters, the Logic-disbelievers, the Beat-clippers.
They come on Halloween  to thumb their noses at the sky dippers.
Big Dipper sends eighteen master witches to give them a star.
Little Dipper distances himself, hiding his end rays in Zeniths black jar.

Brain-eaters will go after your dendrite fields and steal the connectors.
Logic-disbelievers will annihilate red cells and change them to vectors.
Beat-clippers will hunt you,  jump on your head and take you down.
You will laugh yourself into oblivion and maybe even soil your gown.

So, beware children, beware I tell you now.
The weird ones are out there, and I tell you good and how.
They will catch you and stomp you and take bites out of your skin.
So, run while you can; to stand still would be a real sin.

A Tyrannical Dawn Comes

Highways stretch into the aftermath.
Lunar ascends...
Grins sinisterly
A cry rises with the currents
Carried on shadowed wings 
into vacant, violent, violet skies.
Night runs from golden rays
Like streaks from shooting stars
Falling. Air raid!
Thermals detonate resonates obliterates 
Splash stone, sands, lands crimson, 
a thousand years.
Flesh transparent as a specters.
Of ancient rites, incendiary nights
As winds cut like a raven cry. Lock vectors.
Razored spines. 
Holocaustic...rights.
Host.
A falcon soars. Blind!
Soars on thermals 
Forgotten spirits scatter, shatter 
flutter into the icy hurricanes void.
Back into the Blackend Earth
ashen embers, with scarlet hearts
Spin, spiral on windswept promenades...
A Highway stretching into twilight.
And to the future, I dream, damnation!
I pray may never ever come, thoughts cascades…
I dance with the ghost of ancient man.
I dwell in the forgotten, forbidden, forsaken lands
As the tyrannical dawn comes...

Mind-Body Vessel

We know that water finds its own level
Likewise for soma-nectar miracle
Elixir brightening in-form vectors
Teleporting us through unknown sectors
Within our this here, mind-body vessel

Our heart shapes, vibrations energy takes
Serpent asleep, to scent of love awakes
Rising at its will, through the central vein
If our souls intent be pure and unstained
Silent thunder within, tranquil calm lake

The nectar takes shape, as our soul prefers
At root in stupor, in heart bliss vapour
Simply present, to each pulse sentient
Reclaim God essence, self-luminescent 
The path easier, in playful caper

Oh hermit! Know no doing need be done
Save past conditioning, to be undone
Feral thoughts slow, acquiring inner glow
Throb of love leads, whilst in trust we follow
Swathed in light of the spiritual sun

12-June-2021

Expressing the Inexpressible

Seamless is the gentle assimilation of the divine sublime elixir
Osmotically percolating in-form lifetrons via hidden vectors
In-pouring and outpouring bliss from a centreless fulcrum 
Each pore a door, all nodes within, our revered sanctum
Omnipresent enigmatic space conspires with our hearts intent
Boundaries blur, our essence shines as presence self-luminescent 
Imperceptible shift from aligning and melding to being and becoming
Heightened rapture within renewing in an intimate caress teasing
Moment to moment thus suffused with ineffable bliss replete
We are vaporised self, in the continuum, feeling complete

21-May-2021

The Vaporised Self

How long does the tingle within heart last
Suffusing us in rapture of delight 
Do we embrace surprise or pause in past
As bliss currents cascade through day and night

Spherical cognition, like our heartbeat
Celebrates the life current renewal
Each pulse we thus greet, sitting at Gods feet
Heightened joy, centred in throb toroidal

Thoughts rested, no room for speculation
Pristine presence savours soma nectar
Purring thunder, Gods reverberation
Spears within, through dormant in-form vectors

As we vaporise, ceasing to resist
We be to become, a divine bliss mist

19-May-2021

Soma Nectar

Soma nectar dripping, one hand clapping
Questions cease when we become the answer
Suffused by waves bliss throb scintillating 
Resounding within, the silent thunder 

No koan this hermit, stoop to conquer
Silence ushers currents vivifying 
Divine bestowing benign bliss shower
Soma nectar dripping, one hand clapping

Our discerning mind, eager for learning
Better off are we in fervent prayer
Purity of heart, blessings imbibing
Questions cease when we become the answer

Veils of delusion slowly disappear 
In tranquil stillness whilst meditating
Magnetic rapture, each pore of form spears
Suffused by waves bliss throb scintillating 

Elixir divine electrifying 
Renews ignition in our heart chamber
We sense sound of Ohm reverberating 
Resounding within, the silent thunder 

As vibrant bliss seeps through in-form vectors
With essence of presence celebrating 
Dancing joyfully in playful caper
Divine benedictions keep inpouring
Soma nectar

30-March-2021

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