Carson | Stan Morrison
On this grey November afternoon
Carson’s whisper pierces my soul
The heart is truly a lonely hunter
Unexalted, unadorned, longing
An inescapable loving message
How we are each bound to each
By original divine connections
humanity poems
Rebirth | Heath Brougher
He wants to undo himself.
Start again.
Become unborn.
And even if there were words to describe such a thing–
he doesn’t believe in words.
Sometimes I question the difference
between being lost and being found.
Tweet Dreams | Ivan Jenson
A revelation will
dawn on civilization like
the second coming or the
twelfth hour arrival of the prophecy
promised by various
dusty non-digital books
and this sermon will amount
to a hill of hallelujahs
and certain sects will
say “I told you so”
and others will say
“how could I know?”
and the stoners
and the stone throwers
will unite in a
holographic chant
as they are beamed up
like Spock and Kirk
to a place where
Charlton Heston
shoots flowers from a rifle
and that trifle you
worry your little head about
will be straightened out
like the sheets everyone
will wear wrapped around them
and Bacchus’s wine will flow
on a summer’s day
in the fall
of ideologies both
Western and Eastern
and everything intangible
will be all right
More at https://www.ivanjenson.com/.
A Vision of Just a Dream | Vincent Von Ellesmere
I had a vision of the future as I looked into my black mirror,
I saw a world consumed with a metaphorical darkness of negativity,
I saw an unlikely army emerge,
An army,
legions upon legions
of spell-casters & poets from around the globe
emerge from their slumber,
In Mother Earth’s
darkest decade of pain & horror,
In sync they reach into their armouries,
their poetry Bureau’s of magic,
Take out their weapons,
their weapons
of golden-parchment black-ink & golden-quills, they begin to collectively write their powerful poetry for the world to recite,
To save humanity & mother earth
from a fate far far worse,
than death itself,
The metaphorical Darkness has shadowed the world of positive light.
The world of light-casters
spell casters & poets alike,
Unite to poetically manifest
the coming of a new dawn,
a dawn that’ll bring back the balance between darkness & light,
& make the world right once more,
The universe shall hear
them recite,
As their voices & words eco & travel through time & space as the universe utters the words
As within so without,
As above so below,
Let it be so.
Meditation spell-poetry & manifestation unitedly bring about global unification,
uniting the mind heart & spirit, combining meditation with
spell-poetry for a more powerful positive manifestation for all humanity,
Humanity shall live on,
The balance of darkness & light shall always prevail,
The future cannot come quick enough,
Was it all just a dream or a vision of a future that’s very very real.
More at https://hellopoetry.com/TheTravelingPoet/poems/.
Welcome Compassion | Pushmaotee Subrun
Farewell bitterness
Adieu hate and vengeance
Welcome compassion
A People | Arif Ahmad
In celebration of our differences
Craving for more respect, more relevance
All before self
Deep-rooted yet visible
In him, her and all
Knocking, piercing, screaming
This urge, the roar, the calling
A conviction to carve a Nation
Our will is to become a People
Used to Be | Sherrie Faulkner
When the mother first held her daughter
And kissed her tiny brow; so sweet
She did not dream for her a future
That included dumpster diving to eat
When on career day, the young man read out loud
I want to be a doctor and stop sickness and pain,
He was not secretly planning to be an addict
And shoot heroine into his vein.
When a little girl thinks about a white dress
And the details of her wedding day,
She does not plan to try to survive
By giving her body away.
When the teen who was jumped into a gang
Finds himself with a gun to someone’s head,
He was once a boy of three
Whose grandmother read him stories before bed.
A young mother lays her baby down to sleep
On a roach infested mattress on the floor.
The tears in her eyes aren’t from happiness
Because she couldn’t wait to grow up poor.
So the next time you judge an individual
And start handing out labels so liberally,
Close your eyes and try to picture
The child that they used to be.
Life Is Personal | Lehr Niazi
The moments, those lost, lost forever,
But in heart, we forget them never.
Dare to face life, blood not be low,
If the hurdles are more, better to be slow.
Controversies of life, solve in time,
Before they may become a crime.
Never can catch again, the moment lost,
We are slow but life is very fast.
Don’t disturb anyone, enjoy your spring,
Life is personal, everyone is king.
Truth — A Master Sculptor | Megha Sood
Truth,
a convoluted river
exists in the deepest of the ravine
like the glistening ends of the skies
it shines and glimmers in the darkness
/a beacon of hope/
for the crestfallen souls
when the darkness is sculpted
in our benign existence
screaming for hope
a dream so divine.
Truth,
cuts like a double-edged sword
through its serrated ends
slices the edges of the abyss,
/the irrational hem of the irrationality/
scrapes and scratches
resisting the erosion
those pointy convictions
moving ahead with time.
Truth,
an army of zillion stars
armed with sharp pointy ends
marches with synchronicity
carving and shaping the future
with its bloody knuckles
and it’s ferocity.
Truth,
a gaping mouth of the canyon
making it way from the steep walls
and the deep valleys
brings the shimmering piece
of the cerulean skies
longed by the bleary eyes
stuck in the ashen core of
the shared abyss,
our twisted reality.
Truth,
undeterred by the winds of resistance
chiseling and chipping away the lies
carves out a masterpiece
a beauty undefined,
damning and refuting your flagrant lies.
Truth,
a master sculptor in disguise.
Ontology | Cattail Jester
Same beneath the skin
Above it
Same thoughts, emotions
Shared fears
Spoken in different languages
Expressed in unfamiliar terms
Eyes the same
Heart the same
Same being.