"visualised" poems
Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed
This strength of my youth, these breaths,
All are surrendered to you
To protect your honour
I would forego hundred lifetimes
I would either embrace death or
vanquish your enemies
Touching your feet in reverence
I take this solemn oath
until the end of my life
I would be loyal to you
Those who have died in your lap
their spirits bask in eternal happiness
*Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed*
My mother tells me
I will go on without you
bearing the pain of your passing
by turning my heart into stone
However, if in your lifetime
there is a threat to this country
and being fearless you do not
fight this threat, my son,
then, I will think, I birthed
poison instead of life
or that my nourishment
did not give enough strength
Listening to these words
my head lies forever bowed
*Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed*
It is not only said by my mother
but all mothers of this country
to give birth to a Narsimh
they bear difficult pangs of labour
Those brave warriors who wrote
history with their life blood
carry their images in your heart
and placing your hand there, promise,
you will forsake everything else
at the call of your motherland
Your body, soul and life
surrendered to your country
*Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed*
Narsimh - an avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu,often visualised as having a human torso and lower body, with a lion face and claws. He is known primarily as the 'Great Protector' who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need.
Translation is given by karishma ji
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
The Joy of Ultrasound!
Drink a lot my dear they said.
As fluid made a picture.
Hazy imagery.
Heaven's own creation.
Echoes bounced, as picture back.
Beautiful image as yet unborn.
Sitting in a darkened room.
Seeing normal limbs.
Marked out four chambers.
Cordant
Brimmed with love.
Infiltrated full with blood.
Organs not of music.
Silent as in-vitro.
Visualised a photograph.
Captured on the screen.
Un petit-fils enroute.
Ma fille elle-même une petite fille.
Life anew.
Enters my world.
Due on the 4th of April!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
plica semilunaris,
I see you from the corner of my eye,
leftover moonlit shadows,
sibilate bullet proof lullabies.
As the whisper turns into a sigh,
the murmur insinuates an intimate view,
we confide in the news of a,
discerned conception.
Deception of course.
You should of known those metaphors bought time,
to make it hard to find
what your eyes could see so clearly.
Nearly.
In retrospect prescience, presently knew.
Visualised you from another point of view.
And now in far sight,
hindsight betrays idyllic portraits,
never true in the first place.
So the worst case scenario,
typhlotic tyrants,
amaurotic darkness left sightless in blindness.
The darkness is an Alcatraz of bars made of gold.
Senses stolen from the repentance of souls.
Allusive in it's finest form.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
The darkness
the chuckling
expectation
static on fire
the strings shake
the leather oscillates
the ebony follows the ivory
the saucer vibrates
hands reach for the sky
piggy backs jostle
beams search out
crowds go wild
ears open wide
the voices converge
booming tubes
coma inducing
throaty in unison
musical ‘in same nation’
together in the moment
words are visualised
mindless contact in soulful understanding
the rhythm goes on
the pulse rises
the adoration becomes
I am transformed into my idol
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
Still tasting it
feeling the rush
off its fill
although hours
nay! days have passed
without
Oh! The hunger
The yearning for another
taste
longing to feast
on the flesh
and the blood
visualised
in words
Starvation
days without
even drops
dripping
****** letters
onto a page
inviting to drink
days without
sentences filling
screens
like a syringe
ready
to penetrate
the soul
with the essence
of dream
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
My Darker Side of Writing! (Not Nice!)
Writing skids down razor wires,
Screaming,
Too close to the edge!
At times,
Taut wire bites,
She's cutting!
Blood spurts stemmed,
Quelled by wires, diathermy's hot,
Sanctified by lovers art,
Sanitised inside a heart,
Words never massacred,
As lambs present for slaughter,
Squealing in the field,
When their days are nearly done,
Writing dark on tissue shreds has only just begun!
Heart's contorted,
In ivory, as dry crumbled bone dust,
Revealed by dissection!
Revered resurrection,
Savour not badness,
Created in my mind,
Love my joy,
Not my darkness,
Take the alabaster view,
Panoramas visualised in forthright fortitude!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC
We may look in a room
enlightened,
with all that can be seen.
But we will only truly look
when a dark room
shows what isn't visualised,
but discovered.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:14 AM UTC
My Darker Side of Writing! (Not Nice!)
Writing skids down razor wires,
Screaming,
Too close to the edge!
At times,
Taut wire bites,
She's cutting!
Blood spurts stemmed,
Quelled by wires, diathermy's hot,
Sanctified by lovers art,
Sanitised inside a heart,
Words never massacred,
As lambs present for slaughter,
Squealing in the field,
When their days are nearly done,
Writing dark on tissue shreds has only just begun!
Heart's contorted,
In ivory, as dry crumbled bone dust,
Revealed by dissection!
Revered resurrection,
Savour not badness,
Created in my mind,
Love my joy,
Not my darkness,
Take the alabaster view,
Panoramas visualised in forthright fortitude!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
soft energy
and warm caress
lips damure and
perfect *******
musical laughter
long brown hair
an angel of sin
with artistic flair
perfume fill me
without a fight
senses tell me
that this is right
happy feelings
mingled with fear
to lose again
when heart does care
pale skin
and blue eyes
yearn to touch
her inner thighs
storm clouds gather
lightning strikes
heated passion
and candle light
she comes to me
through the night
flames spreading
as sparks ignite
once was lost
and then was bound
as she captured me
with hypnotic sounds
ice cream flavours
sensate delight
wet pleasures
throughout the night
my fears inside
are all but drowned
as she touches me
i turn her around
sweat stained pleasure
and sticky sheets
we lay there panting
in the heat
morning comes
dawn escapes
i look for her
my soul mate
i lay back slowly
and realise
the dreams i've had
and visualised
star shines brightly
oceans churn
as she fills my thoughts
my heart does burn.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 6:43 AM UTC
Little pinpricks of stars long gone, the
last moment saved on your features
burning in the night, flickering in memory
of those long faded into oblivion.
The moon with white glimmer awakens
your essence in breath, and you show that
even though gone every night they burn
bright a wonderment for all perceptions.
"Twinkle upon the darkness,
"Shine you luminous giver,
"Be a guide where no lucent shines,
"My lighthouse of natures light,
People dance among there flight, feeling
there ever so gentle heated glow, a universe
gliding before there eyes. Then they blink
and the universe is again shimmering above.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Twilight crossed the evening sky,
Was a clear eve,
In early starlight I declare,
Saw shop of puppets appealing,
Almost calling out,
Some kind of lure, they'd called you back,
We had to stop and take a glimpse,
Now this evening,
My heels click clack across the cobbled square,
Desired another view of tragic puppets, looking blue,
From their incarceration of wooden hearts and bitter souls,
I too heard their suppressed weeping,
Sobbing tears despondently,
Looking through the dusty pane,
Visualised a figurehead,
Looked similar to you,
Wooden face stained with scars of tear stains,
Countenance of yours,
After I left you in the bar last night,
What veritable vision you now presented to my sight,
What kind of black magic kept you trapped,
For you were no bad man,
An occasional fool,
For now in the care of marionette curator,
In whose grasp became ensnared,
You were seized in a tragic subterfuge,
As a tragic marionette you dwell forever and a day!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
What is it in a poet's brain that makes us what we are,
It is a seek of imagery,
In everything we see,
And in everything we do,
Amazing what we can do with blue,
What we can do with precious stones,
All us poets understand!
It is having an emotive heart to feed our art with fire,
An eye to see,
A mind to dream,
To live in virtual fatasy,
Interpretation's everything,
Unlock the door to using pen,
When you look and look again!
Write what you see,
See what you write,
Never found anything else with such might,
My pen, my notepad and computer fight,
In a battle none will never win,
For I write my heart and soul,
My only wish,
Is that the images I create,
Can be visualised by the reader too,
It is my one and only goal!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
ghost, anyone’s ghost, perhaps your ghost
steps back from the mirror
a door into the imaginary, an apprehended space
where is visualised a discordant haze
a pulse of implosiveness
that never intersects with anyone
yet stares back at you
releasing a helix cycle of identities
where in indolence cleanses
are made lamentable
with odorous contempt
for the pitiless destinies
of ghosts, anyone’s ghost, perhaps your ghost
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
I'm alive
it's a loss of
An older
Self.
A loss of
liberties
Indoctrinated.
Souls fallen
sick, indoctrinating
others
Of
vulnerabities
unseen to
many.
Prying into
affairs, private
Locked
in boxes.
Ribs caging
a
Heart
filled of
secrets &
sorrows.
X ray vision
ghosts made
Visible.
A mirror of
self
seen, heard
all senses
Disturbed.
I'm alive.
I'm liberated.
Ambrosial; celestial
a being of
Spirit.
A rejoiced
Self.
Visualised by
energy
circulating
dispersing within
Me.
Beyond me.
I'm alive.
© Sia Jane
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
I've snuggled in your embrace,
Smuggled and sneaked in
On you on tiptoe
(On the tip of a bubble)
Kissed you a million times,
Cringed with shyness,
Pretended to scoff at you
To break into laughter
And clasp my hands with yours.
Bumped into you
At some street, on some staircase,
Letting you spiral down a step further
Into my soul's merkaba.
I have sketched you in fervent hues
I have penned you in vivacious blues
I have perused you numerous times
In my pursuit of you.
Fondled you after fumbling for you
In my dog-eared memories
Of my portrait of you
On a blank wall of my reality.
I've often visualised you
Lurking around the corner of a street,
On another day, in a library maybe,
As I gleefully offer my mind for you to read
In lieu of the book that we picked
At the same instance.
At times I let these scenes
Play on a little longer in my head,
(None of it ever happened anyway)
Till the juncture when you walk up to me
(in those scenes)
While I
Freeze the moment then and there,
When you're probably just about to utter
Something I may have been longing to hear.
To then move to a distance
And admire that still frame I'd set,
Picturing a dewy winter morning
On a summer evening.
Till the sounds, sights and smells disperse
Till we part ways like always,
Without having met, yet!
To meet again in an unfamiliar setting
Against the backdrop of familiar feelings
Born anew
In the thrill of anticipation (of)
The certainty of uncertainties.
Trust me my dear,
Your visage will fail
To do justice to my portrait of you.
Let us meet and be lost
In my mind's tangled sketches alone.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Verse 1
A blissful rainbow sky, not counting the reasons why
Unequivocal, beyond the exceptional
The strength of solid years, unsteadying all my fears
With no unspoken truths
Abiding care abound, for this is the love I found
Just like a cornerstone, a love I can call my own
A blossomed flowery field, with colourful appeal
A captivating view
Chorus
Your endearing love to exemplify
The kindred soul, that I visualised
So let our love now symbolize
My beloved so sincere
Verse 2
No unbecoming chance, relating to our first dance
A monumental gaze, became the start of our days
The focus of your quest, exploring for the best
I’m truly glad it’s you
With such novelty, how much greater can this be
Let our cares recline, reflecting with sunshine
Flourishing so hale, yet of no measuring scale
I can count on you
Chorus x2
Ending
My beloved so sincere
My beloved so sincere
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
All these thoughts that fill my head
Bringing up past memories again
Crystal clear images visualised through these eyes
Once a lost moment in time
Now lay before me
A replay, rerun, on all the wrong that I had done
All the words I sprayed they were displayed
In a mantle case, Dumb things I once said
Wish I'd erased them from my head
They keep creeping up on me
A person I wish I'd never been
Seems it keeps bringing me to my knees
Why can't I let it go
I'm better now than I was then
I'm just a mortal man
That makes mistakes
In all these perfect ways
And all these silly things
Plague my mind
Distorted images through time
Remember when?
That is when memories come flooding in
All these questions we face
At random times through the day
The What If's and Buts
Still, linger in each one of us
No matter how much that we refuse
There's gonna be a time
In which you reflect
And question things you've done
It's not silly, It's not dumb
It happens to every one of us
It's all of those things
That we are, who we are today
And no matter your flaws
or what mistakes that were made
I'll still hold you in the highest embrace.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Shiny sun, brighter sky
Smiley face, happy vibes
Of course, what else
Precious in blindfold
Conscious to vision
As they say, views and signs
Filtered to a beautified concept
Perfect Imaginary so visualised
As you know,
Manipulation is easily done blindfolded
Humiliation hidden in jubilation
Petals from Roses coast the morning
To cover hidden aversion
Burnt from ashes, darken the heart
To love is unconditional
Well in blindfold
A disguise is conditional
Well in blindfold
Unknown wound hurts
Layers of disgusting moments
Days of unknown wounds
Need Years of known joy
Wounded yeah
In cross of unreal imagination
Broken no
In fate of visualised reality.
Copyright kally
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC
"Not called at a bad time have I"
The clock announced half past four
"You are looking grand Annie"
Said the old sop leaning on the door.
"Let go of this and I'll fall" he said
She considered a gentle push
"Keeping me upright this is"
She now wished she'd got a brush.
"Looking great for your age you old trout"
she seethed inside and didn't reply
"how about me and you ,together"
her reply - not a chance I can get by.
"You and me are a team
fetching and carrying my special tea
You never know your luck
I could get down on one knee"
Perish the thought she held the thought
Is this all I have now- is this all that's left
she visualised scraping the barrel
she could get less stress for theft.
She thought her 90 years had served her well
Maybe if her teeth were her very own
She put her hands around her girth
maybe she could lose a few stone.
She wanted a younger man
Not a wrinkled and smelly drunk
Whose hair had disappeared and
his whole person had shrunk.
Maybe one day I will get my catch
Annie would perhaps be happier than this
She rolled her hairnet over the sponge curlers
and the drunk had planted on her a big kiss.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Clarity.
I’m looking at what my heart had to see.
Silhouettes of my past are passing me,
so passively.
I’ve got my shadows asking me,
what it is I wanted from my fantasies....
And it’s weird. I don’t have an answer.
Cause this life is going way too fast for me.
Not a moment I could say that I’ve lived happily,
caught up in all of this agony, always after me,
stirring up some kinda **** that affects me and my family.
It’s like I’m tryna write up a story
with a pen that has no ink,
like someone who’s lost their voice
and they’re out here tryna sing...
My heart hasn’t got it anymore,
it’s hit it’s iceberg and is about to sink,
when once upon a time,
It used to be in sync.
And now, today, in this moment,
I no longer know why I’m even in this.
The poetry used to flow from my mind
like streams in dreams,
with ease and with peace, it would fill up pages with colourful scenes.
Drawing up pictures with words so creatively seemed,
it seems, I’ve lost that ability to perceive the perceived,
in the ways that I could see.
Write up what was seen.
I used to bring out the world I visualised in my head,
give it life with the words I composed in a spread,
across the lines of an a4 pad that was white and dead,
until I had fed, it with whatever was going on in my head.
So you could see it too.
The realities I’m seeing through.
They called me poet but
I just arranged my words differently.
Constructed my sentences with messages,
that spoke with decibels without decimals through a hundred crevices.
And yeah maybe,
sometimes it was instantly,
but the rhymes from my mind,
I would compose into every line.
They were of my very essences.
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
She was the fire fly that I held
in a jar of frailty.
But no matter the temptation
I kept her withheld.
The world that was concussively shallow
without her brightness.
Could I contain the light that was needed,
it gasped at breath
brightly before me.
There was too much oxygen to keep
her kept.
For when the jar fractured,
her light shined brighter like a super nova
of minimal proportions.
When I let her fly free of her shackles,
woven in the fabric of evanescence.
Life momentarily seemed to mean more than
when it was kept clasped in a jar
of visualised reflection..
And every rising sunrise burnt brighter
as lingering fire flies kept
ignited within the vocal
message that light had rose once again.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Yup... I'm THAT GUY...
Who Uses Rhymes...
And Words To... UNITE...
Like Day Does Night... !!!
Cos I'm The LYRICAL KING...
To... Diana's PRINCE... !!!
Yes A... WONDER MAN... !!!
Whose Pen COMMANDS...
Respect That's... GRAND... !!!
When It Comes To Scripts...
And Verse I... Enlist...
To UNITE What I Write...
With...
Things That I've Seen Within My Life....
From Pleasant Vibes To Those NOT SO NICE... !!!
So Now I Find...
Memories From Times...
That Design And UNITE...
My Wordplay With Sights...
From... " Inside My Mind “...
That Are Seamless Features...
That When... VISUALISED...
Are WAY Beyond..........................
Stephen Spielberg's Creatures... !!!!!
Because What I UNITE...
Is CLEAR And Strikes...
Eardrums And Minds...
With... POWERFUL Lines... !!!!!
NOT Coc' But Rhymes...
That UNITE Like Guys...
Who Are Ready To FIGHT... !!!
THINK About THAT Line... !!!
Im'ma... Say It TWICE... !!!
NOT Coc' But Rhymes...
That UNITE Like Guys...
Who Are Ready To FIGHT... !!!!!
Can You... “ VISUALISE “...
What That Must Be Like... ???
I'd Rather UNITE For HIGHER VIBES...
Like Finding OTHER Ways To UNITE That Place...
Where War Is UNITED...
With Getting EXCITED...
Or Is That... BLIGHTED... !?!?!
So Much POINTLESS Fighting... !!!
Instead of... UNITING... ?!?
Like This Verse I'm Now Rhyming....
That IS... TRULY INVITING...
A Level of THOUGHT...
That UNITES ABOVE War... !!!!!
Yeah I Know... I KNOW... !!!!!
Y'all Think That I'm... CRAZY...
To Be Dropping Such Quotes... !!!
But Hey...
Y'all Are Being LAZY... !!!
THINK About It... Yo...
ISN'T It About Time... ???
That We ELEVATE Our Minds
So That We Can UNITE... !?!
ABOVE... Acting Like...
EVERYTHING Is ALRIGHT... ?!?
When A LOT of Things...
Are FAR From..................... FINE... !!!
I Dunno Sometimes... ?
Could We Ever Be Like...
Ya Know... TRULY EXCITED... !!!
About A Cause That Says PAUSE.
And Let's UNITY FLY... !!!
Like Jordan... B-Balling...
I Dunno I'm Just Caught In....
Thoughts That Be Courting...
Building A FORTRESS....
Where Human Beings...
Start Seeing That Deceiving...
ISN’T Something To Believe In... !!!!!
NOR Is Scheming Til' BLEEDINGS....
Leave Families... GRIEVING... !?!
Do You Get What I'm Meaning... ?!?
There HAS To Be...
A BETTER WAY To Live Life... !!!
Than GREED Driven Deeds...
VIOLENCE And... STRIFE... !!!
So Just... ONE LAST Time......
Imm'a Say These Lines...
It's Time To RECOGNISE...
That... “ Human Kind “...
Can Really FLY HIGH...
If We're Just WILLING To TRY....
To.... TRULY....
... " UNITE "...
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC