Poetry competition CLOSED 13th April 2012 3:38pm
WINNER
goodest
goodest
RUNNERS-UP:
marielavoue
and raorrick
SPIRITUAL POETRY
Let me fall
I've often wondered and sometimes wanted
to cling as a parasite on your body of reassurance,
for the possibility of redemption teases my will.
O' how miserable the believers look, and to me
how deluded the content believer appears.
If I thrust my iron trust and follow wherever you lead
will I too be granted a safe passing, or of wasted
every dedicated, precious breath?
As I look into the eye of heaven and a flock of creation
my heart tells me the beautiful fable of the works crafted
by an entity that knows only of feeling without touch, but
this sceptic's scale of thoughts are heavy with doubts
born of logic and reason.
So let me fall with the autumn leaves
who believe they know where the earth waits.
I've often wondered and sometimes wanted
to cling as a parasite on your body of reassurance,
for the possibility of redemption teases my will.
O' how miserable the believers look, and to me
how deluded the content believer appears.
If I thrust my iron trust and follow wherever you lead
will I too be granted a safe passing, or of wasted
every dedicated, precious breath?
As I look into the eye of heaven and a flock of creation
my heart tells me the beautiful fable of the works crafted
by an entity that knows only of feeling without touch, but
this sceptic's scale of thoughts are heavy with doubts
born of logic and reason.
So let me fall with the autumn leaves
who believe they know where the earth waits.
::The Ultimate Liberation::
Circadian carnal sleep swept away in swirling circles ,
To a still pond of timeless tranquillity ,
Cranky Cicada tymbals of desirous resonance-
Silencing to a salient sangfroid of composed calmness,
Lustfully effervescent lecherous dreams-
Drifted afar to iridescent miraculous mirages,
Bingeing materialistic hungriness perfectly plunging
Into the divine satiety by each breath of the holy air,
Prying, pranky, fluttering, curious eyes-standing
Idolised with a depth of compassionate blankness,
Over pulsating, throbbing heartbeat- orchestrated
To a regulated rhythmic chanting of hymns,
Cannibalistic, craving and raving mind aligning
And converging into the universal light of Cosmic Darkness,
The long ago proven energy brimming ATP Krebs cycle too
Puzzled over the Occult and mystic Super energy abound,
An Intangible spiritual socket between the you and Superior Thee-
Incessantly flowing the newly realised renewable cosmic currency,
The undisputed quest of “Whom am I" seems conquered,
The singing soul in a realm of super existence, cloudless clutter free,
For all the “I” is tiny holy integral of the blissful summary “Thee”.
(word count :165)
Circadian carnal sleep swept away in swirling circles ,
To a still pond of timeless tranquillity ,
Cranky Cicada tymbals of desirous resonance-
Silencing to a salient sangfroid of composed calmness,
Lustfully effervescent lecherous dreams-
Drifted afar to iridescent miraculous mirages,
Bingeing materialistic hungriness perfectly plunging
Into the divine satiety by each breath of the holy air,
Prying, pranky, fluttering, curious eyes-standing
Idolised with a depth of compassionate blankness,
Over pulsating, throbbing heartbeat- orchestrated
To a regulated rhythmic chanting of hymns,
Cannibalistic, craving and raving mind aligning
And converging into the universal light of Cosmic Darkness,
The long ago proven energy brimming ATP Krebs cycle too
Puzzled over the Occult and mystic Super energy abound,
An Intangible spiritual socket between the you and Superior Thee-
Incessantly flowing the newly realised renewable cosmic currency,
The undisputed quest of “Whom am I" seems conquered,
The singing soul in a realm of super existence, cloudless clutter free,
For all the “I” is tiny holy integral of the blissful summary “Thee”.
(word count :165)
Anonymous
So far all that has been submitted has been so beautiful and soothing......
Thank you all...keep on submitting
Happy Easter/Passover/Spring....etc....
Thank you all...keep on submitting
Happy Easter/Passover/Spring....etc....
STOP NOW!
Revolving mystery of the timeless Universe,
Ever cross or encircle your
Petty mind miniscule?
Central consuming Dark Matter Cosmos,
Ever ingress into your methodically
Manipulating mind pool?
Life generating radiance of the Burning Helios,
Ever emulated, by your fiercely
Spewed synthetic sparklets?
Seeded Embryo in sacred womb by its magical placenta,
Ever reconstructed righteously
By your messing-up lab cultures?
Grossly achieving the decoding of inherited strands,
Leave you heady or at least level-headed
With the Supreme Unknown?
Rationally fractionating all known entities unto atomic singlets,
Now, give me the origin, breakdown of
Bonding elements- Love, hope and Faith...
Creative factory, natural chemistry, heavenly mystery, divinely eternity,
Are out of range for your narrow lane of logical industry-which is
Politically invested in breaking bonds and dire depletion trajectory!
Will you ever stop this dangerously nature-poking, kindling, killing spree…?
Awaken to your betterness; antidote is your love and intuition dependence,
Smallest probability still exists to save the fragile FUTURE,
With a single silver streak of remote possibility within US…
( word count : 170)
Revolving mystery of the timeless Universe,
Ever cross or encircle your
Petty mind miniscule?
Central consuming Dark Matter Cosmos,
Ever ingress into your methodically
Manipulating mind pool?
Life generating radiance of the Burning Helios,
Ever emulated, by your fiercely
Spewed synthetic sparklets?
Seeded Embryo in sacred womb by its magical placenta,
Ever reconstructed righteously
By your messing-up lab cultures?
Grossly achieving the decoding of inherited strands,
Leave you heady or at least level-headed
With the Supreme Unknown?
Rationally fractionating all known entities unto atomic singlets,
Now, give me the origin, breakdown of
Bonding elements- Love, hope and Faith...
Creative factory, natural chemistry, heavenly mystery, divinely eternity,
Are out of range for your narrow lane of logical industry-which is
Politically invested in breaking bonds and dire depletion trajectory!
Will you ever stop this dangerously nature-poking, kindling, killing spree…?
Awaken to your betterness; antidote is your love and intuition dependence,
Smallest probability still exists to save the fragile FUTURE,
With a single silver streak of remote possibility within US…
( word count : 170)
somelikeithot, now that you had mentioned a generous 6 entries /poet...am tempted to subMit my old-written poetriezz of spirituality here:) Thank you , i add another three to the first three.
::Black Hole And The Soul Theory::
Pastel, vibrant, fluorescence
With all brilliance in a bingo,
Partitioned hues of flaring split colours
As in the pristine rainbow,
Heptachromacity all fusing,
In no Meany marshmallow mingle,
Wrinkling out the segmented provincial worries
Into a fairy white single;
Ain’t no God! Let me just dwindle out
Each vivid angel out of the white’s castle,
Oh Spicy Pringle! I am unabatedly caught
In a naughty noone bland jungle,
Beauty, mysterious binding bonds
Sucking into a central whirlpool,
Experiencing the magical, like a
Magnetic or gravitational quicksand,
Whatever it is, it’s the x-factor elusivity
Behind life- sustaining witchcrafts,
Which holds the long-probed eternality
Of the severed universe and the solitary souls;
Bodily ceasing from momentary earthly existence,
And the dying visible horizon of the apparent universe,
Are like but hues of white soon realizing into the sublime truth,
All yelling and pulling us to take a final promising black plunge;
Oh Poets! I now feel one among the intellect bald community,
Not one, but both of the physical and metaphysical fraternity!
(Word count: 171)
::Black Hole And The Soul Theory::
Pastel, vibrant, fluorescence
With all brilliance in a bingo,
Partitioned hues of flaring split colours
As in the pristine rainbow,
Heptachromacity all fusing,
In no Meany marshmallow mingle,
Wrinkling out the segmented provincial worries
Into a fairy white single;
Ain’t no God! Let me just dwindle out
Each vivid angel out of the white’s castle,
Oh Spicy Pringle! I am unabatedly caught
In a naughty noone bland jungle,
Beauty, mysterious binding bonds
Sucking into a central whirlpool,
Experiencing the magical, like a
Magnetic or gravitational quicksand,
Whatever it is, it’s the x-factor elusivity
Behind life- sustaining witchcrafts,
Which holds the long-probed eternality
Of the severed universe and the solitary souls;
Bodily ceasing from momentary earthly existence,
And the dying visible horizon of the apparent universe,
Are like but hues of white soon realizing into the sublime truth,
All yelling and pulling us to take a final promising black plunge;
Oh Poets! I now feel one among the intellect bald community,
Not one, but both of the physical and metaphysical fraternity!
(Word count: 171)
::DEPTHS OF TRUTH::
Never an audition of its grits in silence required,
Never a tedious short-lived surface ripple it is!
Never a hitch or a glitch or trenches of alien grip,
can make its strenuous sounds of inner resolve dissolve ,
Never an assumed wavering reef of inhumane time
and presumed notions of curious sharks and lashing fins,
can absorb into its entirety of its pervious plinth fathomless,
Never the narrowed visions of probabilistic dimensions
and calculative crashes predictive in maneuvered spaces–
delivers meaning in this reigning truth of space less realm ,
Pillars of temporal constructs formed by disdainful concepts,
Vainlessly dissipates veiled arrogance by its stated permanence,
Splashing in ringing resonance, penetrates into each consciousness,
Truth deep impregnated sees emergence in shining elegance,
Opaqueness siliceous plinth soaring out as shimmering mirrors!
(Word count: 131)
Never an audition of its grits in silence required,
Never a tedious short-lived surface ripple it is!
Never a hitch or a glitch or trenches of alien grip,
can make its strenuous sounds of inner resolve dissolve ,
Never an assumed wavering reef of inhumane time
and presumed notions of curious sharks and lashing fins,
can absorb into its entirety of its pervious plinth fathomless,
Never the narrowed visions of probabilistic dimensions
and calculative crashes predictive in maneuvered spaces–
delivers meaning in this reigning truth of space less realm ,
Pillars of temporal constructs formed by disdainful concepts,
Vainlessly dissipates veiled arrogance by its stated permanence,
Splashing in ringing resonance, penetrates into each consciousness,
Truth deep impregnated sees emergence in shining elegance,
Opaqueness siliceous plinth soaring out as shimmering mirrors!
(Word count: 131)
::FUSED::
Ageless un-caged abstraction,
Discrete gravitating affinities,
Extracted in engaging emotions,
Evolution of covalence soul pairing,
Elucidated in elegance of verses…
Infinite criss-crossing passion matrices,
Entangled to deep- kissing cryptic bonds,
Holding encoded virtues of unshaken trust,
Divinity decoded at each unwinding intimacy,
Fine threads of freedom recoiling back in supremacy...
Radically unique, unceasingly unraveling mutuality,
Dispersing mind ways often, still steadily interacting,
Winking each other earnestly at each hearty colliding,
Mingling into a nucleating singularity even in orbiting,
Morphing inevitably towards a fiercely fused entity.
( Word Count :85 )
Ageless un-caged abstraction,
Discrete gravitating affinities,
Extracted in engaging emotions,
Evolution of covalence soul pairing,
Elucidated in elegance of verses…
Infinite criss-crossing passion matrices,
Entangled to deep- kissing cryptic bonds,
Holding encoded virtues of unshaken trust,
Divinity decoded at each unwinding intimacy,
Fine threads of freedom recoiling back in supremacy...
Radically unique, unceasingly unraveling mutuality,
Dispersing mind ways often, still steadily interacting,
Winking each other earnestly at each hearty colliding,
Mingling into a nucleating singularity even in orbiting,
Morphing inevitably towards a fiercely fused entity.
( Word Count :85 )
God is not here…
In the midst of mans’ wicked deeds,
acts of violence that precedes,
unspeakable cruelty, it succeeds.
God is not here…
Trekking through blood and gore
the mindless brutality
of a godless horde.
God is not here…
Grasping my churchless faith,
battling the immorality of this place,
I Clamor for the means to escape.
God is not here…
My plea’s fall on deaf ears,
unspoken prayers full of fear,
are silent in this frontier.
God is not here…
An unnatural silence tonight,
a foreboding ignites,
signal fight or flight.
God is not here…
(word count: 140)
In the midst of mans’ wicked deeds,
acts of violence that precedes,
unspeakable cruelty, it succeeds.
God is not here…
Trekking through blood and gore
the mindless brutality
of a godless horde.
God is not here…
Grasping my churchless faith,
battling the immorality of this place,
I Clamor for the means to escape.
God is not here…
My plea’s fall on deaf ears,
unspoken prayers full of fear,
are silent in this frontier.
God is not here…
An unnatural silence tonight,
a foreboding ignites,
signal fight or flight.
God is not here…
(word count: 140)
Empath…
I ruminate incessantly about this secret I must hide,
not knowing what to do because my private world
and the mundane would disastrously collide. Very few
can understand and even less can relate,
I would be considered strange being by all me piers,
if it was known, the rarity of my state.
Amongst my own in hushed tones it is discussed
but more times than not silence is kept as a must,
Where can I turn to, who do I trust? Those I have told
turn their back me and run. So in silence I keep my plait,
some see it as a blessing from the creator or some such
yet for others I am cursed touch by something unholy or insane,
this has alienated me from any that I could have loved,
never honestly being myself or able to open up.
In my daily rat race, a facade I maintain, a cool exterior
of just another plain Jane yet if had been born in another
time, another era, I would have certainly burned at the stake.
I have sought to understand the definitions given
for my unique traits, empath, precog, oracle and prophet,
depending on the beliefs of the describer.
Gypsy red
(word count:204 sorry went over by a smidge)
Changing the world begins with me.
“Everyone talks of changing the world,
but no one talks of changing himself.”[Leo Tolstoy]
We wake with these grandiose thoughts
of bettering our world but forget
that first we have to become better men
to achieve a better life.
“Cometh the hour, cometh the man”
When we face our greatest fears
and are in the midst of our darkest hour
we come to know the truth about ourselves
and what metal we are made of.
“A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.”
If I impart my knowledge you shall gain wisdom,
from this wisdom you may acquire understanding,
from this understanding can be patience is achieved,
with that patience comes tolerance, in turn,
the tolerance we learn eventually becomes respect.
Gypsy red
(word count:129)
“Everyone talks of changing the world,
but no one talks of changing himself.”[Leo Tolstoy]
We wake with these grandiose thoughts
of bettering our world but forget
that first we have to become better men
to achieve a better life.
“Cometh the hour, cometh the man”
When we face our greatest fears
and are in the midst of our darkest hour
we come to know the truth about ourselves
and what metal we are made of.
“A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.”
If I impart my knowledge you shall gain wisdom,
from this wisdom you may acquire understanding,
from this understanding can be patience is achieved,
with that patience comes tolerance, in turn,
the tolerance we learn eventually becomes respect.
Gypsy red
(word count:129)
Har Megiddo הר מגידו
In the time that is yet to come
on an ancient battle plane,
Har Megiddo is the chosen one
that has been foretold to be the place.
The word will be the weapon
that cleanses all that has become profane,
this coming will be the second
heralding the dawn of the final change.
The warriors are carefully chosen,
light and dark are the sides they claim,
the ranks filled with the denizen,
the losses will be a woeful shame.
Where will you be at this time,
will the mark of darkness be displayed?
Hopefully I will be beyond this wartime,
not witness to how humanity has fallen and decayed.
*Har Megiddo הר מגידו / Armageddon
Gypsy red
(word count: 113)
In the time that is yet to come
on an ancient battle plane,
Har Megiddo is the chosen one
that has been foretold to be the place.
The word will be the weapon
that cleanses all that has become profane,
this coming will be the second
heralding the dawn of the final change.
The warriors are carefully chosen,
light and dark are the sides they claim,
the ranks filled with the denizen,
the losses will be a woeful shame.
Where will you be at this time,
will the mark of darkness be displayed?
Hopefully I will be beyond this wartime,
not witness to how humanity has fallen and decayed.
*Har Megiddo הר מגידו / Armageddon
Gypsy red
(word count: 113)
You are love
Indeed You love
The world you made
Though strayed away
You sent your only begotten son
To take away
Our guilt
Simply put
You are merciful
You are good
For none of us deserve
The benefits of Your Grace
Yet out of Your reserve
Your mercy shows its face
The I Am,that I Am
The Truth,The Light and The Way
The Spirit,all three in One
The Ancient of Days
Indeed You love
The world you made
Though strayed away
You sent your only begotten son
To take away
Our guilt
Simply put
You are merciful
You are good
For none of us deserve
The benefits of Your Grace
Yet out of Your reserve
Your mercy shows its face
The I Am,that I Am
The Truth,The Light and The Way
The Spirit,all three in One
The Ancient of Days
Anonymous
THIS COMPETITION WILL END ON APRIL 13 AS INDICATED
THERE ARE SUFFICIENT GOOD ENTRIES
Kitty
THERE ARE SUFFICIENT GOOD ENTRIES
Kitty
Anonymous
Hey..God!
Knowing that you are wiser than me
is all that comforts-what my eyes can see.
I remember-
although it's a muddle,
When you explained the plights of free will
and infinite struggle.
Thinking back to our moments alone-
did I know even then that this wasn't home?
I find myself so out of focus-
you gave me a job and I know I can't blow it.
Yet, you failed to shed light on one thing-
How to recharge-whilest plugged into nothing.
Also, I was not aware-
and my head was not there-
When you said all those things about reasons to care-
and avoiding despair...
(wish now you had shaken me)
I don't think I heard.
If I mentally transport-
go back to that land
I still feel myself, tired in the sand-
Begging you to explain
my role in this chain
and... I ..am ..whole.. again....
In your name...the IS.
They see the IF not..
Feel the void-
yet miss the point.
Waste is a phase of spiritual decline-
explaining the within - one cannot chose sides.
And again I rise
opened acceptance, road weary-yet wise.
Completing a process-is the fruition,
and we continue-
regardless of this end
hoping we don't have to do it again.
Knowing that you are wiser than me
is all that comforts-what my eyes can see.
I remember-
although it's a muddle,
When you explained the plights of free will
and infinite struggle.
Thinking back to our moments alone-
did I know even then that this wasn't home?
I find myself so out of focus-
you gave me a job and I know I can't blow it.
Yet, you failed to shed light on one thing-
How to recharge-whilest plugged into nothing.
Also, I was not aware-
and my head was not there-
When you said all those things about reasons to care-
and avoiding despair...
(wish now you had shaken me)
I don't think I heard.
If I mentally transport-
go back to that land
I still feel myself, tired in the sand-
Begging you to explain
my role in this chain
and... I ..am ..whole.. again....
In your name...the IS.
They see the IF not..
Feel the void-
yet miss the point.
Waste is a phase of spiritual decline-
explaining the within - one cannot chose sides.
And again I rise
opened acceptance, road weary-yet wise.
Completing a process-is the fruition,
and we continue-
regardless of this end
hoping we don't have to do it again.
The Blessed, Unmatched
Solemnly, she slipped from her fingertips,
The mild copper ring, onto the neatly rolled silk,
Upon the grave wooden table.
Turning, tearfully,
She swept across the cryptic grey marble,
As shafts of harsh prisms fell from cruelly marked glass.
Illuminous?
A dull motion of insignificance,
Sparks an inhospitable romance,
Between light and sound.
An hesitation in the flicker of a moment,
Only for hell to claim it's final victim.
Struck,
Her warning... If faithfully ominous.
Lit,
Stripped... In sanctimonious silence.
Alight,
Behind those black phosphorous lashes.
Aflame,
An anonymous secret in mourning.
(Dedicated)
Solemnly, she slipped from her fingertips,
The mild copper ring, onto the neatly rolled silk,
Upon the grave wooden table.
Turning, tearfully,
She swept across the cryptic grey marble,
As shafts of harsh prisms fell from cruelly marked glass.
Illuminous?
A dull motion of insignificance,
Sparks an inhospitable romance,
Between light and sound.
An hesitation in the flicker of a moment,
Only for hell to claim it's final victim.
Struck,
Her warning... If faithfully ominous.
Lit,
Stripped... In sanctimonious silence.
Alight,
Behind those black phosphorous lashes.
Aflame,
An anonymous secret in mourning.
(Dedicated)
