"phenomenons" poems
A gentle zephyr
But,
No grass stirs,
No green,
No sun,
but yet I'm warm.
No movement but
the beat of my heart.
Yet I'm alone in
The bed of roses,
And field of peonies.
No clouds to break the
Illusions of peace.
Its all just a
Hallucination of tranquillity
Or phenomenons of the heart.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
Born to a winter season my thoughts have permanently obstained from chilly insatiable climates that wear on the mind
My thoughts can be only taken to places of warm phenomenons such as a summer day in California
Thoughts taken to places of yesterdays and those of future days like a memory keepsake
Mirage scenes from a dream accompanied by music takes me to days of a dreamy beautiful beach saunter in summer
Enjoying a nice cruise down a winding mountain thoroughfare with the breeze blowing through my hair
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 3:48 PM UTC
Unbelievable phenomenons tend to exist.
Is this what they meant by serendipity?
Identical glancing eyes reconnected
like thunder and lightning finally
Colliding at the perfect moment,
But the storm was only beginning.
Water droplets from this rain run
down my bare skin in the interior
of my mentality.
An exchange of silent gazes revealed
your sunshine
And brightened my spectrum.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
a great crusade in search of truth
seeking to understand myself
whatever's left i guess
the reason behind my existence
imagine reaching a goal in which we thought was what we sought
but after a certain time it proves to be illusive and delusionary
**** me
we've added more to our difficulties than we have to our solutions
but once something is solved, new problems arise
original revelations
a life uncluttered opens the doors to the inner self
vast ambitions
sounds of birth/sounds of death
(if i ever want to understand the invisible)
i must be able to find it in the visible
theology is just a mere abstraction of natural phenomenons
religion is testing the possibility of community through our relationships
philosophies based upon nature... the changing seasons
great consequences, advanced causes
the highest level is reality
the certainty of your own demise
the complicated network of truths
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 9:56 PM UTC
the realm of illusion
not much more illusory than in the physical world
extreme unreliability
impression by the unseen seer
changing forms
glamour
an object seen as it were from all sides at once
the inside as if the outside
inadequate language
frequent reversal
astral light
139
as 931 and so on
capable masters
great hurry and carelessness
all possible forms of illusion
how do i deal with phenomenons like this
few words are needed
death is easier to face than to try and wrap my head around (life)
it's not about seeing correctly, but translating what is being seen
trying to carry my consciousness without it breaking
from physical to astral... and back
possibility of recollections could partially be lost or distorted in the blank interval
experiencing between breaths
the root of this moment to the next
the inevitable now
spirits unfortunately dormant
we'll soon build up the courage
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
In
three
simple,
mundane
words.
- in the same way the most beautiful phrase ‘I love you’ is jigsawed together-
I can do the impossible;
coalesce and meld every little thing;
your little laugh and phenomenons beyond our outstretched fingertips .
That is life will
mercifully or regretfully go on.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
The things i can't control
I need a firm grasp
But i keep slipping up
What do i do to counteract these phenomenons?
It's like the Bermuda Triangle, i have no idea.
My ignorant side still wants to find out
Not a shock.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
I have seen lot of magic
performers doing various tricks
spectators gaping in awe
illusions subtle and raw.
The one trick which is so old
towards which many have now turned cold
is how he placed three spinning ***** in space
distinct sized spheres running a circular race
all separated by different mile values
coming close and going away in peculiar ways,
can one day among them have such an accord
get lined up in one definite chord,
the smallest can cast such a shadow
so accurate even the brightest has to bow.
Splendid heavenly display of perfection
puts these earthly phenomenons to rest
the supreme magician at his very best.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
12 well my love what can I say about 12
In astrology there are 12 signs in the zodiac
Though the 5th and tenth are my favorite
When you add 10 and 5 you get 15 minus your favorite number 3 we get 12
That’s not all about 12
Jacob has 12 sons in the Bible
Jesus had 12 disciples
Moses led his people out of Egypt and twelve tribes were started
Let’s not forget In English, twelve is the largest number that has just one syllable.
While time is precious and we hold so dear the analog clock has only 12 faces to depend on
12 my dear has been the number of miracles
Phenomenons and amazement In all of mankind.
But with all of that, the greatest 12 that will go down in history is today’s 12. The twelve years I got to enjoy being married to you, the twelve years of memories we share the twelve years of me getting on your nerves and the 12 years of you not having it any other way and neither would I love neither would I
Happy 12!
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
Idiosyncrasies.
Convincing oneself that two very uncorrelated happenings,
phenomenons, even, are correlated.
See, like the dry skin around my mouth appeared the day we met.
It lasted throughout the summer and is clearing up, now.
Now that we are all clear.
Or, perhaps, there's been a mind-fog face-fog correlation sans
romantic relationship.
In that case, I've been blind.
Blind as a bat.
I mis-read, mistook, misinterpreted my own dry skin.
It's almost like,
at least it can be compared to the time when I went to the Urgent Care because there was a rash on my back and the doctor said it was shingles.
In some of the same breaths he also mentioned that usually only old people get it.
And, he said, he said people who are stressed, too.
And I said, "but I'm not stressed."
And then I thought, am I?
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
The red gated community
sits idle, w/an unhindered title
The creatures are spectators of the seasonal phenomenons,
Leaves expend their death-green souls
Their corpses cringing w/the bitter
wind exhausting its skeleton breath over
the landscape.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
And it's almost sad
That the messy
Scribbled handwriting
On the back of a crumpled old napkin
That tries so hard to convey you
Through only the most diverse
Array of adjectives
Will never be able to make a reader
Really see the storm in you eyes
Or taste the apple flavored Chapstick
Covering the lips that you use to
Do things like both kiss me,
And tear me to pieces.
It's indescribably lonely
Being the only person
In an infinite amount of space
That will ever understand the unparalleled purity of the little phenomenons that are you,
But at the same time,
If anyone else were ever able to experience
These things as well,
I'd never breathe again.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Wisdoms inner guidance says...
Either you move in the heart with harmony,
or out of heart in chaos.
Either you bond with Mother Gia secure,
or you live with dearth unstable.
Either you find your true essence of love,
or live an existence in misery.
Either you connect with the riches in oneness,
or become poor inside other peoples shadow.
Either you move in a higher vibration of love,
or are consumed with violence and you leave with a tarnished soul.
Either you move with grand phenomenons everyday,
or think negatively like nothing is a miracle and suffer.
Wisdoms inner guidance says....
Its time to evolve and align inside love,
to create heaven on Earth.
StarBG © 2017
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Wisdoms inner guidance says...
Either you move in the heart with harmony,
or out of heart in chaos.
Either you bond with Mother Gia secure,
or you live with dearth unstable.
Either you find your true essence of love,
or live an existence in misery.
Either you connect with the riches in oneness,
or become poor inside other peoples shadow.
Either you move in a higher vibration of love,
or are consumed with violence and disappear into the afterlife with karma.
Either you move with grand phenomenons everyday,
or think negatively like nothing is a miracle and suffer.
Wisdoms inner guidance says....
Its time to evolve and align inside love,
and create heaven on Earth.
StarBG © 2017
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
A rare and rather precious bloom
The shining light in a darkened room
Someone special
Now and then
Gets closest to a perfect ten
The rest of us live in their shade
They never last
All flowers fade
Phenomenons are born not made
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
I think it was that moment
between the look and the kiss
that triggered the highlight reel
of a thousand seconds
broken up between some years,
filtered through a kaleidoscope,
vaguely narrating familiar tales of one
of the world's strangest phenomenons
by language of wet mouths,
pools of dead stars swallowing our irises,
and the sensations left behind from
the brushing of hands so subtle,
you could never tell whether it really happened,
or if it was just the anticipation;
and I guess the best excuse I got
for why I can't remember any of it,
is because I never really forgot about it.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
walking through the woods or canyons
seeing leaves, trees, rocks, and
animals in all directions
i love all the beauties and powers of nature
its so nice
i love the natural world
all the mysterious phenomenons are simply breathtaking
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
the metaphor for the phenomenons of the world
who we come to for advice, guidance, wisdom
i can’t find my way
i have no faith
but i’m searching
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
And there I was sitting in the dark,
All my thoughts were parked,
I couldn't move none of my ideas or emotions,
Too busy looking at life, boasting,
Then another shade of darkness,
Covered my eyes,
As I sunk deep into the underground skies,
Im a motionless body,
Yelling but nobody, can hear me scream,
I thought to myself, this must be a dream,
But it wasn't a dream
Then a supreme being, approached me with a deep voice,
And offered me a golden choice,
A faceless apparition, that said I had many ambitions,
Once I gave in, my soul caved in, and then a heart felt a blazed,
I was scared at first, what I thought was seconds, was hours in a hearse,
Spiritually purified by this being,
Then after that I started seeing,
Things that the civil eye can't beam, or even dream of,
Tears started runnin' from above, my eye lids as well as my sweat glands,
It took me twenty years to realize, this awakening that was happening,
Seraphims, the right hands of gods, purified my soul against the odds,
My soul was on fire but it felt good but the flames didn't hurt nor burn,
It was the cleansing of my sins, I placed the broken ashes in my mental urn,
When I explained to the pastors, they were quick to ridicule with laughter,
Some preacher aye, can't even explain spiritual phenomenons these days,
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC