MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Sep 2023 3:39pm
18th Sep 2023 3:39pm
Don't ask humans for certain definitions!
The headlines being how they are, I decided to try a modest work around for the customary music group search response for the idiom "third eye blind" in order to get something like a sturdy definition for the much journalistically bandied term..."woke"...and behold, up came this well worded answer from artificial intelligence via quora.com and ChatGPT...
What does it mean when someone is third eye blind?
ChatGPT
"The term 'third eye blind' is often used to describe someone who is unable to see or understand the...
What does it mean when someone is third eye blind?
ChatGPT
"The term 'third eye blind' is often used to describe someone who is unable to see or understand the...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
257 reads
8 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
8th Oct 2016 6:36pm
8th Oct 2016 6:36pm
I. Ishvara
my beloved one
will you carry me
help me surrender
to this life's destiny
what is this existence
is it simply a daydream
the phantasy of a seraph
the shadow of the rainbow
the inkling and the twinkling
in the blink of an all seeing eye
will you remain a mysterious why
reveal yourself and lead me, please
retrace the course back to its source
to end in innocence and divine peace
help me remember the beauty of life
help me...
will you carry me
help me surrender
to this life's destiny
what is this existence
is it simply a daydream
the phantasy of a seraph
the shadow of the rainbow
the inkling and the twinkling
in the blink of an all seeing eye
will you remain a mysterious why
reveal yourself and lead me, please
retrace the course back to its source
to end in innocence and divine peace
help me remember the beauty of life
help me...
#healing
#spiritual
888 reads
38 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:51pm
25th Nov 2024 4:51pm
Evil Is My Name
Evil is the mind of the saints, resurrected.
666 is my name; untainted.
Alone at the top, but acquainted,
With all the suffering souls,
The evil of the bottomless pit.
Know me and know my name.
I am here for the fame.
Follow me to the promised land.
Marry me to your reign.
Our power will be seen on a world stage.
Come together
Let's multiply.
666 is my name; untainted.
Alone at the top, but acquainted,
With all the suffering souls,
The evil of the bottomless pit.
Know me and know my name.
I am here for the fame.
Follow me to the promised land.
Marry me to your reign.
Our power will be seen on a world stage.
Come together
Let's multiply.
#God
#heaven
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
137 reads
10 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:20pm
23rd Oct 2024 10:20pm
myth of the myth
do you think the Phoenix
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
...
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
...
#admiration
#mythology
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
193 reads
8 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 9:31pm
27th Nov 2024 9:31pm
Lava
Your words, thick fire of molten lava
oozes over the surface of my skin.
I'm throbbing in the womb where life begins.
Sufficiently drenched in desire and sin.
I want you so deeply in.
I need, I crave.
Insanity pervades.
Lips of shiny pink copper
wait to feed on your breath.
To suck on your soul.
In my hollow.
The lava gets me Everytime.
oozes over the surface of my skin.
I'm throbbing in the womb where life begins.
Sufficiently drenched in desire and sin.
I want you so deeply in.
I need, I crave.
Insanity pervades.
Lips of shiny pink copper
wait to feed on your breath.
To suck on your soul.
In my hollow.
The lava gets me Everytime.
#lust
#sex
#spiritual
138 reads
12 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 5:49pm
24th Sep 2023 5:49pm
Heaven Takes Away
Back then...
Granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum...
Granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum...
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
784 reads
36 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 00:54am
30th Dec 2023 00:54am
Lucite Helicopter to Australia
This helicopter
in which you are riding
is entirely clear.
Lucite
Sturdy
You can see all the gears,
and the folding waves
of the lonely Pacific below.
In this helicopter,
you can see Freddie Mercury standing in the roomy cabin
this is a large model lucite helicopter)
and Brian May heading back to the cockpit.
He's an astrophysicist and rock star,
so why not a helicopter pilot too.
In this helicopter
made of lucite
for your viewing pleasure,
you can see birds
miniature breaching whales ...
in which you are riding
is entirely clear.
Lucite
Sturdy
You can see all the gears,
and the folding waves
of the lonely Pacific below.
In this helicopter,
you can see Freddie Mercury standing in the roomy cabin
this is a large model lucite helicopter)
and Brian May heading back to the cockpit.
He's an astrophysicist and rock star,
so why not a helicopter pilot too.
In this helicopter
made of lucite
for your viewing pleasure,
you can see birds
miniature breaching whales ...
#dreams
#sea
#spiritual #travel
#spiritual #travel
268 reads
10 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:56am
22nd Aug 2024 8:56am
Nature Speaks
Rain fell before dawn
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
#mystery
#spiritual
225 reads
15 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
237 reads
6 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 2:10am
16th Jan 2025 2:10am
Black Raven
Standing before The Gate of Secrets
Full Moon up above
The Red Planet hanging by it's side.
Wonder what they're talking about...
So close yet so far
tell me what you know Mr Moon
tell me your dreams
tell me your secrets...
the raven caws
as Mars falls behind The Moon
it's all a mystery waiting to be sloved
and the moon dances through the clouds
caw caw
says the raven...
Full Moon up above
The Red Planet hanging by it's side.
Wonder what they're talking about...
So close yet so far
tell me what you know Mr Moon
tell me your dreams
tell me your secrets...
the raven caws
as Mars falls behind The Moon
it's all a mystery waiting to be sloved
and the moon dances through the clouds
caw caw
says the raven...
#fate
#shadows
#spiritual
41 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:08am
23rd Mar 2024 2:08am
anonymous
the book shop looked empty as he entered, such was his effect
#spiritual
128 reads
2 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 11:31pm
4th Mar 2025 11:31pm
Eros Awakens - The Question
The gods and Myths
that have died and lived
and the ones long forgotten
In absence of truth
believing without proof
No one asking the question
Self fulfilling prophecies
So many theologies
Each one is the only one
They all come as a pair
using faith without a care
Never asking the question
Justifying it's better
to have faith and believe
The cry of the oppressor since our origin
A man of logic
begins to conceive
Should we really limit God to one...
that have died and lived
and the ones long forgotten
In absence of truth
believing without proof
No one asking the question
Self fulfilling prophecies
So many theologies
Each one is the only one
They all come as a pair
using faith without a care
Never asking the question
Justifying it's better
to have faith and believe
The cry of the oppressor since our origin
A man of logic
begins to conceive
Should we really limit God to one...
#faith
#mythology
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
30 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Spiritual by Top Critiquers Poems
