"supernaturally" poems
Tedium brought them here.
Bored with routine head-counts,
museums and man-made landmarks.
Impulse told them
To flatten the silent fronds,
Blindly tear down the hampering vines,
Rattle the industrious cities beneath their feet.
Curiosity led them
To this patch of unkempt squitch,
This sacred space littered with clean bones.
No words came with them.
Only Observation...
... a leaping fire tended by savages
Polished teeth strung around their necks,
The bark-ridged skin,
The supernaturally piercing eyes,
Their ashen members grazing the farinaceous earth.
At the heart of this sacred place
Littered with the clean bones,
Condesention covered them with coats,
Misinterpreted grins exposing evidential remains.
Fear penetrated their too-white skins,
Their souls through the sockets of their eyes,
Their clattering teeth.
All this is true :
The scattered bones,
The brass buttons blinking through starved ashes,
The arrows in a glass case.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2012
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
She fell asleep thinking not of her
Boyfriend, but of the moon
Like the tides, her
Passions were tied to its
Waxing and waning
At its fullest she could
See around corners
Identify people not just by
Sight, but by scent
She watched, enraptured, as her
Fingernails grew and sharpened before
Her eyes
And for maybe
Not quite the first time
She felt alive
The strange symptoms
Of her youth
The pawprints in the
Yard, the lust for Jack
London, the undercooked meat
Calling the moon by her
Boyfriend's name
When her phone was ringing
With his number lighting up the screen
Calling her boyfriend
The moon
And thinking about sinking her
Teeth into him
The people who loved her
Pushing for a lock up
Questioning her sanity
The people who loved her
Trying to understand
It was all so
Unsettling, it was all so
Mindbending how much louder the
Wild called to her
And how it knew her name
Without any introductions
And naturally her instincts
Took over
And supernaturally her instincts
Wanted flesh
Finally it was just two
Wolf hearts
Beating in the
Dark, all those wild
Thoughts racing across
America and destiny was
Manifesting itself faster
Than they could chase after it
She had turned him and
There was no going back
Just forward into that
Rabid
Unnatural
Unknown
Forward into that
Toothy grin
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
In a street swamped by
An abundant sea of darkness
Illuminated by nothing but
The concrete glow of the moon
The shadow of an amorously dangerous man
Came into existence
His ****** aroma heavily polluted the air
With opulent seduction
Making helpless slaves of
All the women in the valley
As well as heightening
Their remaining four senses
He prances around in his
Fancy, black leather jacket
With a pocket chain
Dangling from his waist side
Jet black shades occupying
The masterpiece that is his face
He blows a royal kiss of glitter
Trailing after the runaways
A swift touch to one's forehead
And in seconds she'll be on her knees
Begging and pleading for more
Simply because she can't get enough
It's as if his body was a delectable tower
Of chocolate covered strawberries
Dipped in an ocean of the most
Exquisite tasting honey known to man
Each woman who had been cast
Under his precious spell
Was now imprisoned within
A mind controlling coma
They couldn't seem to lift their inquiring eyes
From the creamy complexion of his skin
Severe urges to kiss and **** his flesh
Possessed their bodies with great power
He lives the life that most men would **** for
With thousands of women wrapped around his finger
Fulfilling his every single wish and command
Tackling him with avalanches of never ending pleasures
In the eyes of these women
He was an icon of majestic worship
They bow down before him
Massaging his toes with kisses
Leaving trails of roses to rest at his feet
And to think this persona was conceived
From his supernaturally seductive abilities
The strangest thing about this man
Was that nobody knew of his name
Nor where his audacious soul
Had so suddenly escaped from
Only that he was unimaginably handsome
His charming hex of temptation
And superior intellect alone
Had transformed stainless virgins
Into despicable nymphomaniacs
Jeopardizing the entire female gender
With his smooth talking scandals
A luxurious craft of extravagant gold
A tragic truth yet to be told
This man was known as
The Poet *** God
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 Glenn McCrary
(All rights reserved)
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
Maniacally,
The days and nights
Bleed together
Into a time frame
The insane
Tap into
That's a lot like infinity.
Vampiracally,
The years of
Infinity
Bleed together
Into an abysmal
Spiral
Of insanity.
Supernaturally,
Are our states of being.
How well
We blend in
With a dismal
Arrangement
Of plain people
In trains,
Checking their wrists
For the time
As they travel
Physically.
Naturally,
The three of us
Are bound to meet
At some point.
Tapping into
Hidden goldmines
Of psychological
Nuggets
That gleam
With prosperity,
As everything
Melts together
Again.
Everything is sacred.
Everything is connected.
Mining
For hidden connections
Ought to excavate
Feelings of wonder.
The caverns filled
With complex crystals
Of energetic
Freethought
Have long been
Paved over
By trains and
Linear brains
Improving on their
Transistors.
Maniacally and
Vampiracally,
The days and nights
Bleed together,
While the world below
Bustles about;
We appear to be
Just like one of them.
We may even check
Our watch.
Our conditions
Are congruent
In that they are
Nothing less than
Supernatural.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
Hard frost and treacherous footing.
Nobody wanting to admit
that the new year
tastes an awful lot
like the old year.
None of our heroes
have been supernaturally resurrected.
There's the same
rank toxicity to our fears.
The jaunty carnival of ****** and maiming
continues unabated.
Death remains as senseless.
The corridors of power
are still slippery with slug trails and viscera,
and all the janitors have been
indefinitely furloughed.
It's cold, and
the bus is late again.
Still we persist in believing that
today will be different to yesterday,
that all those wrongs will be righted,
that the proper order - as we each individually, as
thin-skinned gods of our own personal
nuclear universes, perceive it -
will be perennially restored,
the buses will all
run on time,
and no one good
will ever die again.
But the truth is, this year
tastes an awful lot like
the old year.
I could be wrong, I guess.
Maybe everything will
turn out
fine.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
Just words
These are just words.
A storm in the distance
Advancing with rage
Escalating in time
Take the power away.
Just words.
High pitch shriek
Piercing ears
Traveling the connection
Between head and heart
These are just words
Spitting out the mouth
Tornados
Harmless breathe
Butterfly wings flap
Lethal turning.
Just words
Beauty that seems to fly
from angry hands
Beat the things
Only supernaturally touched
These are just words
Hurled in a corner
Knees to chest
Just words
Raging war
Settling scores
These are just words
Tearing like paper
Childhood taken
Just words
Target set to ****
Bullet bursting
These are just Words!
Rivers flowing
Shame imploding
Just words.
Regret for tomorrow
Can't take back what stains
These are just words
Memories flicker
Weight upon the shoulders
Just words
Empty,
lifeless
These are just words
Nothing that can come to cut the heart
To chain the soul.
Destroy the life.
Just words
Repeat,
repeat
These are just words.......
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
***Blinded with the horribly sweet feeling of violence
Brutality released with a mighty rage
Can't see, humanity feeling so alien and distant
Only sensing blood spilling on my flesh and
******** screams supercharged with terror***
***As the rightful inner self gains power
I start to awaken, eyes rolling forward, back into position***
*I drift back from spiritual chaos and into consciousness
Reality hits me with* the force of a train
Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all regained
First moment a last dose of relief
Second full of confusion
Third a living hell
Soft warm light fills the living room
Revealing white walls sloppily painted in red
A massive TV set slammed on its face at the ground
Broken glass, a pool of blood and a hand underneath
Dismembered corpses, broken furniture and bones lay around
A gap in the stone wall, a skinned half-eaten body lies outside with the rubble and dirt
Suddenly I realize my stomach is a little too full
The smell of stale blood, the foul stench of death
Drilling through my nose
The silence too loud for me to bear
My family rotting right in front of my eyes
I cringe in shock and disbelief
Totally clueless about the destruction surrounding me
I look down at my red and wet hands
A huge knife in one hand, a patch of skin in the other
The patch of skin looked familiar
Too familiar
I look at the broken ****** mirror above where my little sister lies dead
A red figure stares back at me with half a face
As I'm about to break into tears
I break into a splitting headache instead
A headache like no other
My nails becoming as sharp as the razors cutting up my brain
Nausea, sweat, pain, anxiety, all at once, amplified
**My own screams start to terrify me
Drowning in insanity, blindness, and evil
This is the end
Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all lost**
With no trace, vanished for good
***Unleashed from the human experience
I break out of the window, into the night
Cracks forming in the glass like the black roots of evil thriving through my being
Equipped with an unquenchable thirst for bloodshed
I need my fix
Immortal
Indestructible
Supernaturally powerful
Possessed
Running on all fours fast through the night
For the next ****
For mankind is my enemy now***
AND MY ENEMIES GET EXTERMINATED
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Oh, my Lord...
Why would You love me?
Your greatness exceeds human comprehension
and Your wealth surpasses the Earth's riches.
In Your mind's eye, my life has been viewed
and my judgment awaits its sentencing.
Before my existence, Your Blood was cruelly shed -
spilled for my sins, both conceived and committed.
You made Yourself vulnerable to man's hatred
for saving flawed souls, such as myself.
To leave the comfort of Your heavenly realm,
for the sole purpose of being slaughtered as the sacrificial Lamb,
prior to my knowledge and acceptance of You,
supernaturally defines the concept of risk.
I have visualized the silent tears
that stained Your cheeks during Your Crucifixion,
but I am unable to fully appreciate the pain
that You suffered on my humble behalf.
Oh, my Lord...
Why would You continue to love me?
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
parse and praise the phrase,
checkerboard fraction,
appréhendé immédiatement,
a poem title!
put aside to marinate,
stamped "will not expire,"
doing the research legwork,
**** it is a real thing!
toujours,
where the best words and titles come from,
if one listens well
romantic notions swell the chest,
all the love affairs over so many decades,
all checkerboard games
with Kings a-crowning and Queens a-moaning,
poet, no way, never planned ahead,
always lost by a fractious split,
more than a fractional loss,
losing
most triumphantly!
each lover took and left a fraction behind,
a numerator, a denominator, never a whole number,
for then there would be no poetry need
you want,
have need for
une idée fixe
whom I should be, but i could be a
multiple choice answer
a three scoop ice cream treat,
or perhaps, a mix of forty favorered flavors
a new one,
chaque coup,
why not?
our first disagreement
both of us wish to nominate the other to be the nominator
the denominator is a definition of what is the whole
because i am gracious,
foolish and less than whole
already
I concede cause I am in already in retreat,
conceding comes supernaturally nowadays,
so move me forward on the checkerboard
and triple jump me, and any way
I am pas de nom
we close today with an American
yay...
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
When things become explosive in your life like a hurricane.
Just keep pressing on, keep on pushing through my Friend.
Never give up, for the miracle is on it way into your life.
I know that sometimes it is easier to just give up here my friend.
But just trust in him, the True Living Savior , and our God.
For he wants to use you to draw others to him, so just trust him.
For he has great things in store for you, just trust him my friend.
For you are stronger then you realize for you are using God's strength.
Believe me , it the kind of strength that is supernaturally last forever.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Asked I eventually for her name.
And she to me said, Miss Summer ***
And thine? required the the fair dame.
I'm Sexton. Yes,
The Sixth Sexton Durex.
Told I her as she's frolickin' 'bout me free.
Although looketh she supernaturally gay,
On that beach, in her birthday suit;
But seein' we two were in pursuit
Of Sainthood could we not Hollywood play--
Except 'gainst temptation to pray,
From which a man should rather flee!
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC
Mindless pander within the dome of reason
Bickering more or less with the walls and self
Punishment, punishment: **** you fool
Death and the universe coincide, collide
One being, supernaturally existent
Normally abnormal beyond logic
Dreams of dreams about dreams frolic
Goals pace themselves towards the gulliotine
One little sheep, two little sheep: dead
Oh elusive sleep, why do you not embrace me?
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
You spoke of stars,
of incomprehensible numbers.
Of the world, so big,
with people so small.
And I joined in,
laying a perfect descant
above a lustful melody.
We laughed bitterly
about Fate's clichéd cruelty,
you with your
partner
and me with my
plane ticket.
But our laughs complemented each other
flawlessly,
and when my flitting treble
was joined by your playful bass,
the world grew understanding
and I could breathe
a sigh
of relief.
Ocean's surface showed only
tragedy's timing,
but to ourselves we allowed
a sweet smile,
a secret.
Surely Fate,
though Heartache's mistress,
would reform her ways.
Just for us.
For two who never knew they were only
puzzle pieces
until they found
how supernaturally they fit.
Behind our worried eyes
we kept silent the thought
neither of us
truly doubted– that
we
would be Fate's
exception.
And Fate giggled
in the dark, daring us
to try to defy her,
waiting for the opportunity
to prove us wrong.
And with our feet in the sand,
our eyes to the sea,
we heard her
cold mirth,
an empty soprano
brought in with the waves.
Scared, we left.
Gave up beaches for concrete.
Hand in hand, until the memory
of Fate
invaded clumsily. And,
not wanting to anger her,
we refused her
the opportunity
by
never
trying
to defy.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
No one understands
That my love
Will never die or fade
That I would forgive you
A thousand times over
No matter the ache
No matter how hard I break
Because my love
Is supernaturally infused
God blessed me
When He answered
My prayers for love
And in doing so
He granted me
An undying passion
An undying love.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Probably we
Misunderstand
What is soul
Soul is, never the HEART
It is the softest wonder
Inside the BRAIN
One can ever have
Full of,
Emotions
Acceptance
Harmony and
Forgiveness
All put together
In the absence of
Even one
It is just the feeling
The temporary one
Soul can be,
Touched
Seen and
Felt
Supernaturally
If One can’t
Be wise enough to
Understand
One is not in peace
They may be
Stigmatized as
Soulless
But
What they need is
LOVE
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
MY PRECIOUS ONE
You are a Purest Angel
From heaven above
And I've fallen in love with you
And your soft gentle kiss
And a warm touch
Makes my heart skip
A beat feeling true love
As I hold you in my arms
And listen to you beat inside
In my heart,
We share a magical
Moment of true love
Coming true
And this love is so beautiful
Divinely made
Supernaturally supported
And every day my heart will
Beat for you.
My eyes only see you
My mouth only
Calls your name
And my heart only
Beats for you
And my body only
Answers to you.
Because I love you!
But I can't love you
For you need to love yourself first
You need to allow true love in your heart.
FEAR OF THE PAST
Is not going to allow forgiveness.
Which is making one to offend himself
I can't be with you until you are completely healed.
Until you give yourself the chance let the past be
Until you are totally healed and allow true happiness to enter your heart
Until you fight and win the giant Called FEAR
Until after you really realized I suit to take part of your full joy.
Because I can't complete you I can only complement you.
So ground yourself my beloved.
Follow your heart desires,
Learnt to leave the past behind.
This will help to give you clarity because it will hinder you to move to the future
Learn to be in the moment so as to follow your heart desires.
Know the God and the Angels are supporting you
Only you need to let the past be and live in the present
As you are entering a new year of your life tomorrow,
I wish you all your TRUE HEART DESIRES
A new year of soul Alignment
A new year of full joy
A new year of abundance of money,wealth, connection and sound Health
Happy birthday to you my love in advance.
BOLAJI OLUTOSIN TEMILOLA.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 8:53 PM UTC
Supernaturally,
I shalt leave mine body
Tis,
Its far past due...
Tis,
A simple adieu!!!
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
When the sun sets
The moonlight washes over your beautiful frame
Casting a heavenly glow over you like the aura of a goddess
The night slowly passes to the soft inhale and exhale of your breathing
The slight rise and fall of your chest
The serenading beat of your heart
Who does the sun rise for?
It rises for you
To shine the light in your beautiful eyes
To radiate the world in the warmth you exude almost supernaturally
The sun rises not by routine and not for the world
But The sun rises so that it can take in the beauty of you
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
you drink a little too much ...
and try a little too hard ...
and you go home to a cold bed
and think 'that was fine'
but you are so brave ...
and so quiet
i forget
your suffering
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Artistic existing and being,
however it is,
comes from the verge
of the land of sense,
somehow non-consciously
and dazing,
like the prophesying Pythia,
yet not that supernaturally
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
You are a Purest Angel
From heaven above
And I've fallen in love with you
And your soft gentle kiss
And a warm touch
Makes my heart skip
A beat feeling true love
As I hold you in my arms
And listen to you beat inside
In my heart,
We share a magical
Moment of true love
Coming true
And this love is so beautiful,
Divinely made,
Supernaturally supported,
And every day my heart will beat for you.
My eyes only see you
My mouth only
Calls your name
And my heart only
Beats for you
And my body only
Answers to you.
Because I love you!
But I can't love you
For you need to love yourself first
You need to allow true love in your heart.
FEAR OF THE PAST
Is not going to allow forgiveness.
Which is making one to offend himself
I can't be with you until you are completely healed.
Until you give yourself the chance let the past be
Until you are totally healed and allow true happiness to enter your heart
Until you fight and win the giant Called FEAR
Until after you really realized I suit to take part of your full joy.
Because I can't complete you I can only complement you.
So ground yourself my beloved.
Follow your heart desires,
Learnt to leave the past behind.
This will help to give you clarity because it will hinder you to move to the future
Learn to be in the moment so as to follow your heart desires.
Know the God and the Angels are supporting you
Only you need to let the past be and live in the present
As you are entering a new year of your life tomorrow,
I wish you all your TRUE HEART DESIRES
A new year of soul Alignment
A new year of full joy
A new year of abundance of money,wealth, connection and sound Health
Happy birthday to you my love in advance.
BOLAJI OLUTOSIN TEMILOLA.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Whilst investigating the death of a local police officer, a friendly psychiatrist called Zoe Thornhill uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, cursed knife circulating throughout USA. As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 215 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look invisible. A marked person feels like an isolated cat to touch.
Zoe gets hold of the knife, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a chilly dragon balancing on a dark police officer, an old newspaper headline about a skating accident, a hooded dog ranting about eyes and a drinking well located in an industrial place.
When Zoe notices her arms have cat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the cursed knife is true and calls in her sister, a doctor called Clarke Thomas, to help.
Clarke examines the knife and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the chilly dragon balancing on a dark police officer particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Zoe and Clarke pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded dog. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
You are a Purest Angel
From heaven above
And I've fallen in love
And a soft gentle kiss
And a warm touch
Makes my heart skip
A beat feeling true love
As I hold you in my arms
And listen to you beat inside
In my heart,
We share a magical
Moment of true love
Coming true
And this love is so beautiful
Divinely made
Supernaturally supported
And every day my heart will
Beat for you.
My eyes only see you
My mouth only
Calls your name
And my heart only
Beats for you
And my body only
Answers to you.
Because I love you!
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
In the deep crevices of my mind,
The subconscious dwelling,
There is cultivated fear,
An intense story worth telling,
Do you want to hear?
A girl who was once naïve,
Perhaps a little conditioned.
But inside of her heart,
There was a beat drumming strong,
Awakened conscious,
Never to be sleep again,
Her light dimmed way too long.
A woman she became,
Humming to her own waves of sound,
Creating revelations in her novel,
That were beyond supernaturally,
Poetically profound.
Spiritual gifts from the heavens,
Blessed by one seated at the right hand,
Touched ever so faintly,
For it was to be done,
On exact command.
Everlasting life with belief of a seed,
Predisposed naturally,
More innately.
Her reality now created,
Love now dispersed,
Living inside her own world.
Welcomed home to a new universe.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC