Manifesto, New Millennium Poetry of

Manifesto: Liam

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.

Poem Poetry: Ancient Africa

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.

Amandala

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: What is Love?

Poetry: Thoughts

Poetry: Thoughts

by Liam

“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.

Poetry: Reincarnation

Poetry: Reincarnation

by Liam

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

Poetry: Gratitude 🙏
by Liam

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

Poetry: The Scribe

by Liam

Take you, this feathered pen

To the black liquid ink

Think,

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

Poetry: The Whisperer

by Liam

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

Poetry: The Spark

by Liam

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.”

Poetry: My Mind

Inspirational Poetry: My Mind

by Liam

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

Infinity eternity

The mind in me.