Poetry competition CLOSED 18th May 2013 4:55am
WINNER
dustyjjewels
dustyjjewels
RUNNER-UP:
marielavoue
The Third Eye
Poetry Contest Description
Write about Sixth Senses
In a poem, write your opinion on the Third Eye or the Sixth Senses. It could be an experience of yours or experiences of those whom you know.
1. Title your poem
2. Not more than 300 words
3. Old or new poems are welcomed
4. One entry per person
5. Adhere to the theme
6. Individual entry only/no collabs.
Inviting all dup members, friends and family to participate in the competition..
1. Title your poem
2. Not more than 300 words
3. Old or new poems are welcomed
4. One entry per person
5. Adhere to the theme
6. Individual entry only/no collabs.
Inviting all dup members, friends and family to participate in the competition..
The Invisible Field
We are nearing the dawn of science and technology,
wherein the final frontier shall be in spirituality -
harmonious relationship between body and soul,
not physics and chemistry - we learned from school.
Focus your energy and be one with nature,
breathe deeply and keep a steady posture;
that's one way of maintaining harmony,
as you listen to your favorite symphony.
Learn how to harness your internal energy
so that you may reinforce your synergy -
extra energy most ordinary folks can't bear,
but only those people with minds who are pure.
Power without control would be a disaster
just lurking in the shadows waiting to batter;
mastery of the mind, body and spirit -
something in this world, you don't inherit.
Bear in mind that money and power are needed
by most political leaders whom our trust exceeded;
to control people and protect their selfish agenda,
and gain more wealth to buy another hacienda.
People have eyes but oftentimes don't see
that field of energy surrounding the human body;
only hyper-sensitive individuals and not just anybody,
even if we discuss this Aura over a cup of tea.
Note: Only people who are pure in spirit possesses the third eye which can see through invisible fields and have certain visions. Copyright 2012 EngrVV All rights reserved.
We are nearing the dawn of science and technology,
wherein the final frontier shall be in spirituality -
harmonious relationship between body and soul,
not physics and chemistry - we learned from school.
Focus your energy and be one with nature,
breathe deeply and keep a steady posture;
that's one way of maintaining harmony,
as you listen to your favorite symphony.
Learn how to harness your internal energy
so that you may reinforce your synergy -
extra energy most ordinary folks can't bear,
but only those people with minds who are pure.
Power without control would be a disaster
just lurking in the shadows waiting to batter;
mastery of the mind, body and spirit -
something in this world, you don't inherit.
Bear in mind that money and power are needed
by most political leaders whom our trust exceeded;
to control people and protect their selfish agenda,
and gain more wealth to buy another hacienda.
People have eyes but oftentimes don't see
that field of energy surrounding the human body;
only hyper-sensitive individuals and not just anybody,
even if we discuss this Aura over a cup of tea.
Note: Only people who are pure in spirit possesses the third eye which can see through invisible fields and have certain visions. Copyright 2012 EngrVV All rights reserved.
Anonymous
Wow Engineer, your poem will be a hard act to follow.
Beautiful poem and beautifully laid out.
Thank you Grace, for the competition.
Beautiful poem and beautifully laid out.
Thank you Grace, for the competition.
Anonymous
Ghastly Guides
They hover nearby
they don't try to hide
or quietly reside
anymore
They've grown unruly
outspoken, and irritating
the novelty of their presence
long since worn
it's sometimes more lonely
to not be alone
Visions, dreams, or random writing
they find a way to get through
they can show me all the light
but never what to do
which I find enraging
like I'm some vigilante
my life some public stage
as the scribes
sit near with commentary
selective in what they share
but sometimes, I'm weak
let my frustration go
give in to drumming
chanting in the moon glow
and for a sprite of a second
the here and there collide
Equilibrium balances as all time fades
to now
and the channels open
lighted frequencies vibrate
in tune with humanity's
breath
and though these guides of mine annoy me
they also make life make sense
They hover nearby
they don't try to hide
or quietly reside
anymore
They've grown unruly
outspoken, and irritating
the novelty of their presence
long since worn
it's sometimes more lonely
to not be alone
Visions, dreams, or random writing
they find a way to get through
they can show me all the light
but never what to do
which I find enraging
like I'm some vigilante
my life some public stage
as the scribes
sit near with commentary
selective in what they share
but sometimes, I'm weak
let my frustration go
give in to drumming
chanting in the moon glow
and for a sprite of a second
the here and there collide
Equilibrium balances as all time fades
to now
and the channels open
lighted frequencies vibrate
in tune with humanity's
breath
and though these guides of mine annoy me
they also make life make sense
Anonymous
MY INTUITION
My intuition
Has never been wrong
Trained not to listen to it
Socialized that it is not scientific
Made me ignore it
Every time I did not listen
A mistake would follow
It took a lifetime to convince myself
That there was something unknown
Animals do not need the facts
They do not need proof
They know just how to act
By their senses alone
Only humans are so foolish
To think they know it all
They can prove there is no global warming
Using statistics and other objective devices
Statistics will not save your life
When something is about to happen
Learning to listen to your intuition
Over the claims of skeptics
Will be your salvation
The day you admit
Something built into all of us
Was meant to be used to save
Us from our knowledge.
140 words
Anonymous
THE EYE OF HORUS
Eye
Seek the eyes
Of the waking sleepless
Immaculate skies
Eye
Seek the words
Brought by the bearer
Of light
Eye
Hear the winds
As they speak
Of life
Eye
Speak the truths
Formicated
By lies
Eye
See the worlds
Fallen from
Broken clouds
Eye
Knight
Of glory
Thy
Silver sickle
Moon
Night
My groom
Horus
Eye
I
Eye
Seek the eyes
Of the waking sleepless
Immaculate skies
Eye
Seek the words
Brought by the bearer
Of light
Eye
Hear the winds
As they speak
Of life
Eye
Speak the truths
Formicated
By lies
Eye
See the worlds
Fallen from
Broken clouds
Eye
Knight
Of glory
Thy
Silver sickle
Moon
Night
My groom
Horus
Eye
I
i bought one in morocco
he was insistent
how solidly silver it was
how very valuable.
it's a necklace, a chain
of silver, solid silver
drawn to a v by an evil eye
if your senses number more than six
tell me why i keep it
hanging on a mirror...
he was insistent
how solidly silver it was
how very valuable.
it's a necklace, a chain
of silver, solid silver
drawn to a v by an evil eye
if your senses number more than six
tell me why i keep it
hanging on a mirror...
Anonymous
Don't Be Afraid To Listen
In fourth grade
at the sitters house
I picked my baby brother up
sat him on my lap
and took off his little shoes.
A quiet voice said
"If he wants his shoes off,
he will remove them himself."
I paused
then put them back on,
laced them up
and sent him off to play.
A few moments later
a zapping noise-
the floor shook
and the smell of burning flesh
sent me running.
My baby brother
lay unconscious,
palms charred
an old fashioned hat pin
beside him on the floor
a black streak of death
glowering at me
from the electrical outlet to the ceiling.
He spent a week in ICU,
two more in general care
before going home ornery as ever.
The doctor said
the rubber soles on his shoes
saved his life.
I get chills
when I think of that day
and what would have happened
if I hadn't listened,
and I stay as tuned in
as possible.
In fourth grade
at the sitters house
I picked my baby brother up
sat him on my lap
and took off his little shoes.
A quiet voice said
"If he wants his shoes off,
he will remove them himself."
I paused
then put them back on,
laced them up
and sent him off to play.
A few moments later
a zapping noise-
the floor shook
and the smell of burning flesh
sent me running.
My baby brother
lay unconscious,
palms charred
an old fashioned hat pin
beside him on the floor
a black streak of death
glowering at me
from the electrical outlet to the ceiling.
He spent a week in ICU,
two more in general care
before going home ornery as ever.
The doctor said
the rubber soles on his shoes
saved his life.
I get chills
when I think of that day
and what would have happened
if I hadn't listened,
and I stay as tuned in
as possible.
SYSTEM
There's a system'
In the matrix of my soul.
Like cosmic music.
I can hear the colors roll.
By the time your aura reaches me...
I'm swimming in your beautiful belief...
There's a system,
in vibrations of my strings.
Like new gained wisdom.
I am more than human being.
By the time your fingers start to graze.
We have lived forever yet again.
There's a system'
In the matrix of my soul.
Like cosmic music.
I can hear the colors roll.
By the time your aura reaches me...
I'm swimming in your beautiful belief...
There's a system,
in vibrations of my strings.
Like new gained wisdom.
I am more than human being.
By the time your fingers start to graze.
We have lived forever yet again.
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 my 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 insane
or cursed, by something unholy touched,
this has alienated me from anyone
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 I 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.
How do I reconcile this with my day to day life and,
will I ever be able to freely be all that I am,
without having to hide?
This curse has granted me such penance,
never to be accepted or loved
by any man future, past or present…
Gypsy red
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