Smoky Ribbons

Smoky Ribbons

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Socrates said that energy, or soul, is separate from matter, and that the universe is made of energy – pure energy which was there before man and other material things came along.

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Smoky Ribbons




Twirls of entwining cerulean opaque ribbons

Twisting skywards off the creator’s hidden caldron

Stimulate olfaction in ethereal scented vapours 

And engrams awaken from this fresh aromatic brew


Intrinsic humanitarian elements subtly suffuse

With springs of compassionate flakes of hope

Produce a novel mystic compound of expectation

Exchanging its collective energy into living souls


Morning stars now spiritually breathe new life

Emerging as rebels against attendant shadows

There is naught the prince of darkness can destroy

As everything absorbs back into the universal ether


Just as cells in petri dishes move from toxic matter

And attract to the nourishment of the salutiferous

So many invisible meetings of senses with others

Survive in waves of good synch against evil vibes


Anonymity of authority historically ebbs and flows

Stifling natural instincts through feint bombardments

But the presence of positive smoky ribbons of truth

Means you cannot fool everyone forever and a day


There is a reckoning closing in on present tribulations

As noticeable signs of protestations are increasing

Welcoming a greater potential to achieve better values

By a conscious effort to collectively promote change


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018


© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee



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I love pondering the underlying theory of your message, as outlined in the note below your title. Your poem expresses this in an original way, revealing many complex layers that you express in often-complex language. I love vocabulary & I used to use many complex words as you do here. But readers told me they could not review me becuz they did not understand the vocabulary I used. I now believe that a message written in complex language needs a little air to breathe, kinda like a massive tattoo needs some bare skin, some intermissions with more simple thoughts expressed in everyday language. Your third & fourth stanzas are done with a better mix of complex & simple, so that's the best part of your poem for me (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You've eloquently painted a picture in my head, for the saying of Socrates about energy and soul, vividly, it's as if I'm watching it all fall into place.

The way of the Universe. Love it, thanks for sharing.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love pondering the underlying theory of your message, as outlined in the note below your title. Your poem expresses this in an original way, revealing many complex layers that you express in often-complex language. I love vocabulary & I used to use many complex words as you do here. But readers told me they could not review me becuz they did not understand the vocabulary I used. I now believe that a message written in complex language needs a little air to breathe, kinda like a massive tattoo needs some bare skin, some intermissions with more simple thoughts expressed in everyday language. Your third & fourth stanzas are done with a better mix of complex & simple, so that's the best part of your poem for me (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What brilliant language and reason this offers! You use language to fill one's mind, pause at the end of each stanza then, allow the reader to think... contain.. refresh and analyse; no rush of own thoughts, more offerings of how to.. ..

That final stanza rings so true, tis time to turn away from the mediocre and less, to gently rise up and acknowledge what Mankind has done to Ethics, to gentility and empathy, to acknowleding pas experiences and learning from them.

The tragedy is in the essential need for EVERYONE to desperately want the same.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love your focus on vocabulary ..well donw ..Socrates and the Bible are pretty much together on that i think...in the beginning there was God...that's it! everything else came afterward .. and i am heartened by the poems attitude on feckless efforts of the so called prince of darkness ... our own fear being his only real weapon ... we can do much when we come together ... one only has to think of that third arm needed to nail a long board into place ;) lots to think about..love the language
E.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i see this as a mix of spiritual and scientific...collective consciousness can move mountains...and we have many mountains that need moving in this present day.
really great use of vocabulary in this one.
j.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I so enjoyed this read. And the poem is stunning! It takes us (or me at least) on a journey more scientific than spiritual, but I guess it could be both. The suggestions that the ether might be soaking up what we are praying, hoping, wishing and begging for (a better future) brings a smile to my face. Let it be so, dear poet, let it be so! Cheers!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the hopeful tone and positivity of this poem-yes, we need this now! ...“ smoky ribbons of truth” permeating the darkness..as we unite in voice and action to protest the darkness cast upon us..All “Princes of Darkness” beware- “there is a reckoning closing in”...Eloquent, stirring words and imagery. So meaningful and memorable. Kudos!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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