"peregrinated" poems
*Cimmerian Chaos, incediary
The Requiem of the Revenant:
Tis I,
The Breathing Song
Conjuring a vestige,
Ensorcelled by what I'd been envisaging.
Maimed by Tempus, The Temporal Arbiter
Words reverberating on the wavelength of my soul
Left me vibrating desolate and wayworn.
Utterances deluging me in the Dominion of Doubt
Until I reached a crossroads
For perilous was the pilgrimage I peregrinated.
The Penultimate Tribulation has begun
And though angst is festering in my flesh,
The Sacred Lotus of Dreams has not wilted,
Shalt it ever upon the Lake of the Holy Oracle;
Elysium of the Soul is awaiting those who are stalwart
In the Visage of the Shadows.*
∞Hallelujah∞
By Sanders M. Foulke III
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
I wasn't on earth, not anymore
I wend one's way to a tranquil ambience whilst transcending my divine self
to a higher Cosmic Celestial being
at the time of eternal halcyon...
the Lacuna,that's what they called it in this time (Space was highly praised)
Suddenly life was unending
I guess that's why they use
light years here
it's counter intuitive
A cosmic pilgrim,
in a buoyantly state..
I peregrinated my way to the place in space
I seeked to fill my existence or of it to fill its existence the aftermath resulted twins
My burning hanker being doused with every feeling of passing an atom, I began to feel more drawned to my destination
From a distance, a visual perception of my terminus appeared before me
Jupiter
The third realm to the
East of my origin with
the four daemons seated in
an aligned parallel order manifesting themselves before my eyes..
Ganymede the colossal daemon
The ancient of them all
Callisto the Cherry blossom
the most alluring, artistic and gratifying in sight of all daemons.
Io the Sun's sister
The last daemon, Europa
the soft Pearl
The sight juxtaposed one's eyes for God's
I never felt so alive before
this was the cream of the crop
of the peacefull atmosphere in space..
sending an aesthetic tsunami tide to my soul's core
I belonged
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
I am a Dreamer Of The Galaxy.
An ancient one, implanting heart roots
wherever I travel.
I’m the dream and the dreamer,
vibrating my essence
upon thresholds of realities.
I’m a sage,
constructing a vast living temple,
spiraling in sea of forgotten dreams.
I’m eternal, expanding
and celebrating here in the now,
as that is all there is.
I am in awe of life’s breath,
grateful for the miles peregrinated
and the sacred beings met.
Its a pleasure to meet you,
pulsating to dance under divine moon,
to croon, yes to croon.
Star BG © 2017
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
I have been to the sea,
But caught no fish.
I hunted in the forest,
But caught no bull.
I searched the oasis
I went to the north
I traversed the south
I peregrinated the east
I travelled to the west
But found no maiden
September first spoke to me
And l found my own
I heard her voice
I saw her picture
You are my maiden.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
*I went to the park today and I ran to the swing anticipating the liberated feeling I get- as I did when I was a kid- swinging as high as I could, eyes closed, head hanging back, imagining myself as a bird flying in the sky. The feeling was just as I recollected, and at that moment I didn't want to be here on Earth. I wanted to be in a place where freedom meant its meaning, and hatred, envy, and every negative term was extinct; where happiness was happiness and hope was never false; where dandelion wishes were granted, and the moon played gentle music for the lovers who danced through the night.
As my head was hanging backward high in the air I caught a glimpse of life from a different perspective: upside down. Every hidden insect one fears was visible, every missing leaf from a tree branch was noticeable and the tree no longer looked full and flourished, and every shoe track from the souls that once peregrinated through the world protruded through the ground and their entire lives were imprinted there in their foot track. I saw life through truthful eyes. Nothing was hidden. Nothing deceived the eye, nor the heart.*
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
The price l paid
Ozzed out hope in me.
This price l paid
Bailed me out of the pangs of woes.
Toiling days and nights
Drilling rocks like woodpeckers.
They hoped against hope
But l hoped not for nothingness.
Sweat dripping from the pores of laborious tasks.
Marching on droplet by droplet like Trojans of old.
Now the price l paid
Sprouted goodness in me.
Embraced supplications granted peace.
Traversed paths led to success.
Peregrinated road turned wailing to hosanna chants.
The sea l navigated draped me with toga of glory.
This price l paid
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Exhaustion brings forth emotional happiness,
Ephemeral drug-induced exhaustion gives time enough to recall what is lost
during the noisy turmoil of cobwebby mind.
Silent is the room, a round robust room,
safely peregrinated around by Ferdinand Magellan.
I imagine how impaccably resilient is the barrier – a bony barrier of body contains an intermittent ruction,
the turbulence of nothingness.
Then comes a thin cutaneous membrane all over the body, potent to conceal an absolute abyss.
Envy does not provide with comfort.
A spiffing news spreads faster than rumour. Here I sit, sleepy and carefree, to imbue my vein with your pleasure. The pleasure of the universe attacks and multiplies like a contagious disease; An opaque streak of burnt hope appears, disappears,
disappears and appears in the guise of pleasure, whom we craved.
It's nothing more than a deceptive premonition of healing.
Let him convalesce who is meek and naive. These be my final words before another fit of unknown trepidation begins.
– Sarban Bhattacharya
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC