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
Thanks 🙏, this evening 1900 CET (central Europe time, 1800GMT) Where: FaceBook Live Who : Liam Kennedy Reading as yet unpublished work and talking about them. Kind regards, Liam
Poem: ❤️Dove of Love
The day with me, here in the grass
Clouds above they slowly pass
The world is green and white and blue
This woman, her heart now joins me too
“Red,” she said, “is all the world”
Then whispers bending to my lips
“A wish”, she said “is my heart in green.”
Blue above, white flies a dove
Carries green, a twig called Love.
Poetry: About Self-talk
This life is what I call my reality
My reality is the experience of how this feels
My senses weave together a manifold panorama
Captured by memories called the past
These pictures influence my present, as do the narrative associated with them
This powerful recall loop created by our Consciousness
Meaning it could empower or disempower us
So self talk is the most important conversation
Enabling me to understand my memories, good and pain filled
In the context of a beautiful life I’m willing to create
“Joy, joy, joy”
Calls as the invisible,
Ever present smile
Reminds me to rethink thoughts
Allowing love to be the bridge between
This mirror and its reflection
Caught between contemplation and anticipation
In the quietude which Emanates from silence
When you return to that hard rock of pain
Caught tight in the memory of your mind
Be instead drawn by the pull of what you truly love
That hardness is but a boundary
Love however will always find a better way out
Shining through the cracks as it crumbles and breaks
Leaving me stunned at how
Free love flows when we initiate
Friends, thought at times blocks your light
Look past these,for there
In the moment of here
You will quench your thirst
Bathing in the sweet nectar
Your wind sweeps past and through me
Lifting my skylark wings till they embrace the blue
White clouds we ask, laugh and why?
My 1000 questions
Leave me with Gods glance to
Support the proofs that cannot hinder nor define
Caught in the reflection of heavens glass
This Ruby red will pass my lips to find
Answers deep golden nuggets imbedded within the bedrock of my soul
Quietly awaiting the wind
Patiently awaiting the wisdom.
Poetry: The Articulation of a Face
“Let the soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.” Rumi
Upon the edge of breaking dawn
I reach out to the waiting morn
“Why am I?, who am I?, What am I?”
The silent articulation in
Gods quiet space Echoes, reverberates in lines across my aging face
Each smile captured
Each laughing moment brings to life
Obliterates the pain the strife
Ripples across an endless sea
These questions lines of poetry
Remind my soul remember thee
When she looks at you
Listen up, for those
Deep eyes speak sweet
Words of silent selflessness
Each a butterfly
Alone though the colors, the movements take
My gaze to intoxication
Not my thoughts
My emotional wings take flight feelings
Lifting me peacefully on the intention of the moment
Eyes, gaze, the look
“Half full or half empty is not the illusion, it’s the glass.”