Category Archives: Poetry Collaborations

Poetry By Lauren M. Hancock & Amber {1} ~ Chrysalis Of Hope

Nestled in the womb of creation,

perils face the existence of human civilisation;

birthing much chaos and delirium

unknowingly, we settle in,

unaware of what our future both promises

and what it may bring,

ever-open hands reach for warmth

outside our hollows,

to worldly next-of-kin.

Hope bears feathers, perched in soul,

humming a frequency beyond words;

the eternal cacophony gifting gold from the unknowns,

upon this hope we glide,

and then, as though, now sliding into

pirouettes with symphonic style,

the treasure bears more than we believed

able to be delivered,

let us adore these with calming eyes,

ecstatic hands, while feathers drift, softly land,

vivid types of wisdom only known to

enlightened woman and man.

The imprinted consciousness

upon the soothed clean conscience

of our astral journeying pillows

embodies the archaic knowledge

of the ancients whose remedies

and generational lineage lays

patiently in hibernation for the
pivotal metamorphosis of the spiritual development

of man amongst turmoil of the cyclical yugas.

In chrysalis, we lay,
pods enclosed with passion, with verve,
growing, minutely, each passing day,

fragments becoming whole,
engorging ourselves, we know that when
we enlarge our intentions, and mend and heave hearts,

there is no matter in internalising
this primordial knowledge
other than understanding we are coming to a close,

and still the beginnings, unknown,
our subconscious thread speaks of moments,
instances, which enlighten even if we do not fully attend,

but it is with innate knowing,
with peace and passion,
that hopefulness and truth breathe as a whole.

Copyright © 2021 Dios Raw and Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

~By Lauren {LaurenMHancock} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Lauren & Amber {1} ~ Ghosts In The Machine

Do we merely exist in your imagination? Two spectres embodied in a machine? Are we the white noise hissing betwixt interludes of worldly interference?

Don’t we look like you and if _ so why can’t you hear us screaming? Hindsight remains 20/20 on the things/people/places that we miss. Are we next? Are you?

Multiplistic, internally shattered mirror pieces seek holism; grinding to detect the absence of shards to brige the chasm of what is and what will be. ~ Edges outlined in tripwire.

(Do) we need Ouija boards to admit our poor traumas to the living? Maybe then/maybe then for just a few fucking seconds you’ll be just as shocked as Us.

A looping tape of worlds gyrating, fast paced; smells become indistinguishable & the air stands still. It tastes stale, multiplex colours b-l-u-r to grey. Noises screech painfully, w~h~i~r~l to silence not unlike sanity fleeing to a place inside myself. An eye of the storm, the next destination of longing ~ serenity.

~By Lauren {TheLexicon} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Anna & Amber {1} ~ Interstellar

We nursed those
pixelated lilies
back to
WordPress life

Time
travelling
the technicolor
cyberspace

Birthing
new data nova
blossoming
ripples

The way our
readers would
love them to sway
and rhyme

Forever
poetically
entwined like
old ‘net souls,

Smelling them,
after one hell
of a poet hard
day’s night

Those petals
never smelled so
beautiful, their aroma,
yet untouched

Frozen
in the liquid
space of
virtual landscapes

Traceable
as textured
blogging
stanzas

Scented like
miniature
screen
snowdrops,

With concealing
yet revealing
online veils and,

O
frail and
pixelated
lilies,

interstellar.

~By Anna {VintageBlack} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Eleanor & Amber {1} ~ Anam Cara

Extending tentacles of our presence, to chance serendipity of what may become; hands unfurled bare the gift of a fellow sister to dance this, at times, arduous earthly existence.

Approaching with the subtle grace of a flower beginning to bloom, petals slowly opening, swaying in the wind, soaking up every drop of morning dew; it is the fragility of new beginnings that reveal the beauty of our cosmic possibility.

And all at once, chemistries synergise, a connection formulates, deepening and expanding; intrigue pulls the magnetic resonance back and forth evaporating anxieties and past perceived brick walls.

Moving to a rhythm all our own, yet we hear the symbiotic beat of a drum, charging ahead – bada bum bum bum! Vulnerability or folly? I think it not the latter. On the field before us, the Lily and the Rose once resolute, are alone no longer.

Imaginary boundaries betwixt lands, intimate yet bittersweet physical distance. Offerings and sweet nectar of gifts for the soul spur the troubled mind to trudge along it’s melancholic path. Amnesia of time, the guards of the heart melt, days go by with conversations proliferating like wildfire, a soul connection amidst synchronicities.

Undoubtedly, we both can see how precious our friendship can and will be! Again and again, reaffirmed. Come now, let’s shake our trees, learn every branch, leaf, and twig. Inhibitions disappear and I am only myself with you—raw with such a fabulous view of what can be. Ah, how I relish in our sweet POSSIBILITY!

~By Eleanor {YouLilDickens} & Amber {DiosRaw}

Poetry By Anushka & Amber {1} ~ You Are The Guru You Are Seeking

Love is cradling the guru you are seeking within,
Love is knowing before the known,
Love is the bravery of the heart triumphing over the hesitation of the mind;
Love dances in multiple forms.

Love is all-encompassing
Love is divine and pure
Love may torment and wound
But it itself is the cure.

Love transcends yet permeates the membranes of the quantum maya realm.

Love is a profound serendipity,
Decked with its salubrity
In all its forms and facets,
Love has its own conviviality,
As love, for love’s sake, transcends mortality.
Love knows no bounds burning up in the bounded boundlessness of the eternal flame..

~By Anushka {AnushkaKhanduri} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email address on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Linda & Amber {2} ~ Four Seasons In The Mind Of Man

After the winter I drowned in the rain’s melodies
The breath within strengthened and prompted me to sing
A tune that relieves my pain with serenity

There are four seasons in the mind of man
Winter blues spread a fine white blanket atop the spiraling seasonal cyclical spinning of these rebirths
A recuperation, hermit mode, primal regenerating for the Spring tides

In solitude, I sing Winter’s melodies that inspire Spring’s epiphanies
My breath lingers in the cool air and dances into Spring’s awakening
I sigh a resurrection of new life into a renewed season of being

Cliff swallows navigate their yearly journey to the trackless track in reverse
Summer bustles in, slipping on heels of Spring
The cosmic time comes for us to gracefully wave satiated into arms of auburn Autumn

I observe as Summer’s bright relief flows into Autumn’s release
The Autumn leaves rest their laurels upon Summer’s heat
I exhale the Summer breeze, opening to Nature’s flow

The tender caress of autumn purloins the sultry heat of summer, precluding the melancholy of winter.
Spells of leaves plunging in kaleidoscopic swirls brush by my space vehicle, an exuberance of smiles witnessing the setting fire to verdant green.
Gaia dances betwixt her creations and shakes them to her core, ushering in through the portal to winter chills cooling autumn’s embers.

~By Linda {SpiritualFantasia} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Pragalbha & Amber {1} ~ Arcane Truth

Absolute Truth arcane masked in plain sight
Seeking soul Suffering heart Existence blight

Befuddled by the many vandalized paths to know our birthright
Seemingly battered, finding & losing, losing & finding our own Light

Ridiculed unaware by many, revered by few diverging paths of haze
Assured yet doubting our way through the maze

Breaking into the comfort of the unknown eternity to set the soul ablaze
Oceanic waves of the heart to swim through that often rage

The house of mirrors of the cosmos, reflecting Truth in the stirring of the chemical universal pot
Particles settling, soothing clarity descends, buoying up the Light of Truth sought

The Truth may not be as you conceive, before you wake up in the lessons of nets caught
The truth is in all that you perceive, after you wake up to the knowing in your gut

Alerting to soul growth, Truth beckons from the depths of bodily and psychological pain
Returning to self core, Truth awakens to the expanse of the universe and wisdom innate

Truth is the Reality, all else is ignorance, deception, distraction, distortion, limitation and indoctrination and the elaborate mystery we imagine life.

~By Pragalbha {PragalbhaDoshi} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Radhika & Amber {2} ~ Tempestuous Tale

Brooding for ponderous hours, hovering aloft paltry blue, thunderous barbaric blows bestow the sky fall; groaning in the humid summer ether to split unfastened the firmament amidst cracks piercing disconcerted psyches.

Conquering the infernal cumulonimbus expanse, firing a splintered silver beaked lightning ire, its menacing violent acoustics reverberates strong squalls, with a swirling vortex.

Chasms visible for seconds, reverberating and rolling off the consequential stream of energetic clashes. Wifts of sweet petrichor bottled in sense memory bring bolts of clarity, newfound understanding and with it losing all sense of identity within this experimental territory.

Watching condensed tropes formed by the breath on the window pane, against the blitzy mighty blast, the mind dwells on the moment of visceral epiphany.

Drums of flaming wild desires beat to the pregnant clouds riding stately on bellowing torrential tunes as the zenith of the God’s rages on. Leaves unhook, clouds flurry amidst winds, trees bend to allow pass, turning sharply like a plague of locusts, whirling, tossing up in its tail, a mad craze chasing after nothing. An electromagnetic spectacle circus exhibition.

The avalanche of stormy carnival fades, inexorable summer rains calm down from its bout of convulsed fury, lifting its fractious mien. The faint chimes from the distant bell, welcomes the prismatic band across the azure horizon.

~By Radhika {RadhikasReflection} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Shweta & Amber Poetry {1} ~ Personified Impermanence

The God’s of the elements wrap and uncurl essences of their perfume.
The guardian angels of the planet leave their reminant imprints wherever they go.
Concluding we know the natural wonders and phenomena revealing and concealing themselves, concretely assuming.
When the clouds’ burden becomes too much, water returns to Earth, to nourish the parched land.
Gaia howls for saturated satiated liquids to rejuvenate her personified body.
Creating floods and landslides to teach humanity for destroying Mother Nature.
Beyond comprehension lovingly awaiting patiently a new age of cleansing and renewal.
Ushering in a higher era, to be build up from scratch.
Gritting the teeth of the angels of the heavens, human turmoil splashes chaos before the order dawns.
At long last, nature prevails and order restores much needed balance to a world that was once more spiralling out of control.
Coalescing into order to dissolve into the cosmic disorder in temporary cycles of impermanence.

~By Shweta {TheSoulSearcherSite} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry By Pooja & Amber {1} ~ Monsters Out Of Men

Clipped wings, our world grips us into a firm hold telling us a decision for our life needs to be made, bought and sold
Like a caged bird we sit and sing
and wait for the decision to be made, In our songs remains a saddened ring
Manipulating their fellow beings, writing upon this canvas for them, stifled, creating monsters out of men, mayhem
These special monsters are nothing more than broken souls assembled amiss
Worn and ground down to the bones by life’s burning; spiralling, submerging, deepening into the abyss
The constant changes continuously confuse their mind till they no longer know right from wrong
Up until a bodhisattva soul extends a hand, tells the monster they are beautiful and to take their grasp, a lasting impact; lifelong
In that one moment everything changes and all the built up negativity starts to seep out
Recollecting who they once were, the Bodhisattva shines a reflection, the mirror leaves no doubt
Once again we are human, we are not just living but truly alive
The shadow self lies buried deep in us all, capbable of morphing into angels and monsters; which wolf you choose to feed that is the question to revive.

~By Pooja {LifesFineWhine} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~