As a creative writer, a poet and author, I feel my readers require a clear understanding and insight into my intentions, motives.
New Millennium Poetry, volumes 1-3 is a Magnus Opus of writing which springs from the idea that with this new millennium, across a broad spectrum of the worlds population, an awakening of consciousness is occurring.
A paradigm change from egocentric materialism to a new paradigm of soul awareness.
Expressing itself in social awareness, responsibility and an awakening to the spiritual , invisible reality of all aspects, of all life on earth.
This invisible world has been for thousands of years the genré of religion. Different religions, different cultures, different representations of one common invisible spiritual reality.
“New Millennium Poetry “, is a collection of poems covering aspects of our human condition. Written irrespective of color, race or creed.
The common ground being that most poems explore in simple expressive ways, questions which are common to us all, seeking answers, common to us all.
Poetry is an interesting way to respond to soliloquies concerning one’s personal quest to understand life.
The truth is, a poem will only awake within the thinking of its reader if the content, how ever unconscious, is already present. When a poem resonates with its reader, the readers intuitive response, expresses what is ready to become conscious. To greater and lesser degrees an audience of readers will intuitively respond to the content of these poems in their search and need to resolving meaning.
These poems reflect the endeavor of mystical poetry and inspire the spiritual awakening, emergent in the new millennium.
About my Poetry:
These poems reflect the endeavor of mystical poetry, as well as an inspiration to the new planetary spiritual renaissance that has emerged in the new millennium.
Written by Liam
Impact is a force or shock in a short period of time.
Look in the mirror and say, “I CAN.”
Now watch the ripples.
Poem: Ancient Africa
The heart of ancient Africa
Where wild the sea does foam
The plains the dust the thorny scrub
My soul it here does roam.
The breakers grind the ragged rocks
The shore line washed in salt
Of mountain far
Of high bright star
Of raging beast
Of insect cheeps
My soul this is its home
The drum of ancient warrior cries
Of spear the shield of hide
Of stamping feet of arms thrown high
It’s war that’s greets the long past eye.
My soul of this has known
The sun of a new day dawning
The moon of the night time done
The future star to hold my heart
The place I’ll never have to part
My soul, too this will grow
Africa is my calling
Africa is my past
Africa is my souls delight
Africa i call till last.
Liam Feb 2019
Poem: What is Love?
Loves joy is the wild laughter we together found.
Loves magic is the glue holds together when unbound.
Loves being is the silent power within all life.
Loves integrity is the truth which holds beyond the strife.
Loves presence is the quiet whisper when alone.
Loves secret is the truth we share to build a home.
Loves home is the heartbeat which creates the ground.
Loves ground a fertile place these seeds are found.
Loves seeds we share throughout the day.
With everyone in every way.
Liam. October 2018
Poetry: The Darkness
Consider despair darkness and defeat
How each gets here is unique
What a decrepit house they keep
Truth is this, here we are subjugated by a lie
A lie so perfidiously untrue
It’s needle pierces through the eye
Blinding binding chastising, why
Open the gateway with forgiveness
Filling this dark house in light
Throw open the windows with Gratefulness
Sharing thanks for life
Take your freedom in its
The larks joy is in its flight.
“Have I considered the Intention of life?”
Despair had drained me
Doubt had numbed me
Fear had paralyzed me
Insensitivity became my status quo
Lost I then found
Intentionality became my new paradigm
Gnawing on the tattered fringes of my awakening
Intention whispered “ Love me!”
The seed pod bursts into life
The shell splits apart for the chick
The light shines forth through the cracks
The dearth of my past
Became the plentitude of my present
Through the intention love gives to life.
When I’ve left and you lower my body back into the earth
This is not a moment to weep nor the time to cry
The moment is yours to remember the poetry flowing amongst the leaves
Which my body returns too, the substance from whence it came
My spirit though reunites with its source in the skies
Let’s remember that what we sow, we will grow
Enable your life to be a sower of love and laughter
For we will harvest and reap these rewards
Goodness, hope and joy to fill the basket of each day
Weep not as my body departs from the cycle of sun and moon
My spirit now dances free amongst the heavens in sparkling light
Each star a bright reminder of the words we speak
The deeds which brought us here today, to say;
Be this a token too yourself, All of which you still can share
Forgive and care
Before you too join this ritual of loves reincarnation
Poetry: Gratitude 🙏
Thoughts, mysterious and benign
These are the seeds of a life devine
For with these roots growing in my brain
They unfold to feelings in a heart of flame.
We are what we think we feel or we do
If we suffer we need now change the game
Of listening too understand that pain
Change the perspective, change the thoughts
Find the goodness in the suffering parts
Gaze upon the mirror such that it’s your soul you find
Smiling back at how simple it’s been
“Gratitude”, helped me to see
“Gratitude “, that pain helped find in me
“Gratitude “, thought helped make me free.
Poetry: The Scribe
Take you, this feathered pen
To the black liquid ink
Hold quiet your soliloquy
For the lines you here create
Form words which manifest the mystical
Capture thoughts which personify the unimaginable
With Love what more,
Fulfills my need to write, in symmetry
Scribe this poetry.
Poetry: The Whisperer
I asked, “ Tell me about patience.”
Gazing beyond my eyes into the heart of heaven
I heard a whisperer, “ Let silence be the art of your forbearance, allow this to take you to the core of yourself. This journey of Love is what your soul hears, yet your mind cannot comprehend the wonder it becomes.”
Poetry: The Spark
You dance so wild, so free
In my heart, inside me
It’s the moments when I stop, quiet reflect
perceive, grasping thy slender band
We again become , the one eternal
Dancing in unison to the laughter of life
Pausing now and again to unite not in soul but in touch
For we are born of the others mark
These souls in poetry speak from that dream
“We are the love and with it share the spark.”
Inspirational Poetry: My Mind
I often go a wandering
To that distant place in me
Some days it’s golden fields
It’s the growing corn I see
A far, a distant vista
Of an ocean blue and wide
Days of carefree childhood, of family, of pride
Youth, when Love first kissed my lips
With tumble touch and fun
Independent adult, responsibilities my calling to come
I often go a wandering to this distant place in me
Yet, it’s much much more than memory
Create the vision that you see
Awareness flows to energy
This brain is but an organ
Intensely healing and benign
With it we can enter into cosmic mind
I often go a wandering to this distant place in me
Unite with this inner-universe
The same one found with thee
Imagination in the matrix field
Here creations wish is free
It’s pure, it’s this
The mind in me.
Tonight 1900 CET (Central European time)
This evening I will be sharing my Facebook live poetry reading. As yet unpublished work written during the last 14 days.
These poetry readings happen every second Saturday evening, at 7 PM central European time.
Please find me on Facebook, page : Liam Kennedy