Don Matthews

My Second Adventure Into New-Age Poetry

by Don Matthews

Tuesday 22nd October 2019 6:44 am

My Second Adventure Into New-Age Poetry

(I have posed important questions we all need to ponder in this day of hither-thither rush.

Read and be blessed)

You and I are travellers of the multiverse.

The goal of sub-atomic particles is to plant the seeds of passion rather than greed. Today, science tells us that the essence of nature is energy.

The cosmos is calling to you via electromagnetic forces.

Can you hear it?

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Our conversations with other seekers have led to an awakening of pseudo-powerful consciousness. Throughout history, humans have been interacting with the solar system via pulses. Reality has always been bursting with starseeds whose souls are transformed into serenity.

Selfishness is the antithesis of love. The complexity of the present time seems to demand an ennobling of our hopes if we are going to survive. Yes, it is possible to obliterate the things that can sabotage us, but not without peace on our side.

Nothing is impossible. We exist, we live, we are reborn. By awakening, we believe.

Humankind has nothing to lose.

We are at a crossroads of grace and bondage. We are in the midst of an ancient deepening of choice that will let us access the quantum soup itself. Who are we? Where on the great mission will we be aligned?

Don Matthews

(New-Age Poet in Learning)

October 2019

New-Age poem 'Love Chair'

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Comments

afishamongmany

Sat 26th Oct 2019 17:16

Hi Don - this elecro-magnetic communication comes to you from the outer reaches of my cosmic brain box. How did it get there? Ah, it was sent, it came and now it done gone went.

The theory of The Force fails of course for force is only horse power and too impersonal a rational to rely on, to fly on, thinking to escape the fate that awaits, thinking to solve the human situation.
All power, from horse to electro-magnetic, kinetic, frenetic, torque, talk, comes from A Person. The One who came as a son and got the job done. In Him we are made one and the angels do hum the song that saves, the poem of the brave that will run and run into and through the new age to come.
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Emilia Callahan

Wed 23rd Oct 2019 13:25

d.knape I love your interpretation.

Fred Nicholson

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 18:26

Loved 'Love Chair'.

d.knape

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 15:47

My consciousness has been awakened
but it prefers to go back to sleep.
Not sure what all this is supposed to mean.
Didn't New Age come out in the 60's?
we are now in 2019.
maybe New Age is not so new anymore.
Poems need to be understood to be effective.
Call them Old Age Poetry.

Don Matthews

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 15:01

New-Age poetry is serious stuff. Mock it at your own peril. You wouldn't want to be struck by a cosmic thunderbolt powered by electromagnetic forces now would you? Of course not.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 14:48

Experiments in poetry can be fun. But I'm reminded of the column
"Pseuds Corner" in the UK magazine "Private Eye". Or - as a certain
foul-mouthed US tennis player was prone to shout -
You can't be serious! ?

Don Matthews

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 14:37

Now listen up there poem
You're gonna take new course
No stanzas, meter, rhyming stuff
I'm gonna make you, force

I've got a fan in Nigel
I cannot let him down
I'll change your adjectives to verbs
Whatever's left to nouns

But Don our verse foundation
Was laid by poets old
Shakespeare, Keats and Milton
Please,please don't change our mould

Sorry poem. New-Age is in town. Kaboom.....

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Don Matthews

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 14:25

Cosmos I hear you calling
Blip... blip... blip.... you say
These blips? what are they meaning?

(Ruth, I'm struggling. What are these blips saying to me?....

I don't want to let the blip makers down. They could be our friendly aliens wanting to communicate,,,,,,)

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Nigel Astell

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 14:19

Good luck Don with this
I see you as a new age poetry navigator steering poetry on a different course.

Emilia Callahan

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 13:41

I like this one, Don. I've been thinking a lot of the universe and afterlife recently as I explore connected themes.

Ruth O'Reilly

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 10:23

This is the first New Age poem I've read. I did enjoy it. Lots of my non conventional diplomas, like Philipos are accredited by the New Age Foundation so this was right up my street. Don the cosmos keeps calling you to connect us poetic spirits together through your poetry.

Philipos

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 09:05

Don I have explored many various new age routes as you call them (with course certificates to prove it) and the mind is an incredibly boggling thing. I often use the example of the three wise men who could traverse the desert sands using the satnav of the mind and well before satnavs even came into the equation of course. We might even one day listen to century old conversations logged into the memory of trees and of course the ability of trees to send chemical signals to other trees when forests fires kick off - so that fire retardant chemicals may start to emit. Well done you for getting this far. Impressive stuff. P.

Don Matthews

Tue 22nd Oct 2019 06:53

Thalia regards me as an adventurer into new genres of poetry, SORTA being my last creation (sorta this 'n' sorta that). After my last (rave-reviewed) venture into the emerging field of New-Age poetry (no poetic shape or form, metre, rhythm, rhyme, scansion etc laid down by our beloved poet giants over the centuries), I am back dabbling my toes in it's waters again.

You may ask “What's this New-Age poetry all about?” Fair question.

The poet works at exciting our imagination and stirring our emotions, which Google tells us is 'poetry'.

Think about it. The esteemed poetry site WOL welcomes New-Age, so ergo, it MUST be 'poetry'. “Logical” says Thalia.

I dedicate this imaginative and emotionally moving piece to New-Age neophytes John Coopey, Fred Nicholson and Emilia Callahan. May you be blessed......

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