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Details | Light Poetry | |

LOVE'S CHEMICAL DERIVATIVES




Can  love then,  be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity ...
a metaphysical merging of  ardor
writhing in a shared communion 
like  tuneful whispers in breaths  of helium,
unabbreviated oxygen rhapsodies
from unbidden laughter,
invigorating  the warmth of co-owned stars
on heaven’s destined oracle?

Love transcends chemical derivatives
of  fractals or measurement,
between our atoms, relaxed
in the shuffle of emotional electrons
as we quiver  weightless...
the heart’s embrace suspended together 
in the affectionate cosmos
of a deep kiss.



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“How on earth can you explain in terms 
of chemistry and physics so important 
a ...phenomenon as first love? “-- Albert Einstein

Anthony Slausen’s  Periodic Table Of Elements
12/31/2014



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain | |

Chemistry

We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.

The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.

Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat welds me to you
our bond that nobody knows.

We met inside this classroom
where my opposite attracted to yours,
like magnetized paperclips 
we were linked right from our cores.

We're closer than Dr. Jekyll was
to his hidden self, Mr. Hyde,
but, I can take you by the hand
as we go along for the ride.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ekphrasis | |

The Camp of the Dead Children

Emily of three years
Leukemia eating her soul
Her bald head, made her smile wider
Please mummy do not cry
I will hug you even after I die

Tommy of five years
Bone cancer eating his limbs
Unable to walk, this beautiful mind
Absorbed any book like it was fine wine
He kissed his Daddy, and said all will be fine

Lena a sweet young lady of seven
Preparing her bed, for her voyage to heaven
Her little liver refused to function
Her spirit however could not be shrunken
She smiled beyond her years, I love you mummy daddy

Jacob of six, suffered from irony
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease was to be his downfall
His hockey days were all but over
His favorite stick he gave to little brother
He said I love you, so don’t you too suffer

Raquel was all of four and one half years old
Menkes Disease was very soon to take hold
Her sad blue eyes expressed her fate
She knew the lord was waiting, staying up late
Her tears were for all those she was leaving behind

Jimmy was a young lad of only eight
With burns all over his body, death his only fate
His family hovered over his last moments here
As a plentitude of love gazed up to mum
His life fluttered away, he knew he was done

Emily, Tommy, Lena, Jacob, Raquel and Jimmy
All suffered and taken before their time
All of them far wiser than their childhood years
All of them sad for all their families tears
The heavens of the universe, seem so fickle and unkind


Why, why why, as my heart comprehends not at all this time

The camp of dead children, killed me as well

Yet they were survivors and filled with eternal love

Why why why, as I can only cry


Quantum entanglement
Inside the human conscientiousness
Schroeder’s cat, has been freed at last
Multi universe, exposing heads and tails


It’s the last ecstatic day of the Olympics
The spectators are in awe
Anticipation is hanging in the air
As the best, most fit, most disciplined
Of young men and woman are set to compete....
The finest of human specimens in both body and mind

The starter raises his pistol
The Big Bang
The race of life is on

The families of the triumphant winners jump for joy
Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters
Clapping and cheering, years of dedication
Are seen on the smiles of these young ones

On to the podium does the team step
They stare out proud and filled with joy
Gold medals placed over their shoulders one by one
Emily, Tommy, Lena, Jacob, Raquel and Jimmy
They have won!

Somehow, deep within, they know, they have won

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Solar Family

Prince Sun summons lovingly his beautiful wife, The princess who’s always shining at night in full, quarter or half; Oh, my darling where have you been? I’ve been to the park to watch the lovers’ kissing scene. Where is Jupiter our beloved eldest son? I’ve been busy shining all day long, I hope he’s around; My love, he has just arrived and he’s big enough, He can take care of himself especially at times get rough. Here’s our daughter Saturn coming in, She has grown into a pretty lady wearing her elegant ring; Please remind her sometimes to focus on her dreams, She might have fallen in love with an alien’s son that beams. The Prince Sun makes a lovely role-call to everyone, While his Solar Princess sits beside him wearing her luminous crown; Uranus, Neptune, Mars and Earth saunter to their father While youngest Venus and Mercury run quickly to their mother. The Solar Family has finally reunited as one, Children hold hand- in-hand… going round and round; They merrily sing with joyful spirit of unity, To exhibit a magnificent view in their residential galaxy.
Jan. 17, 2014 10.15 am ( I composed this poem a month ago for my kids’ fun club) Second Place Contest: Any Poem Goes #13 Judged: 3/16/14 Sponsor: Poet PD (my greatest & most fave)

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy

Copyright © viviane leite | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku | |

Bottled Love Haiku

If love is a drug
my chemist doesn't have it.
Where can I find some?

Copyright © Brian Morton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006



Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Aquarian Age

Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.

Yet, if love is synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation is this co-passion's regenerate transgeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together as ecological We?

Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-opportunity,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehensive consciousness,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating as double-binding time and rhythm
pattern and color RNA's free-fractal love connection.

If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and Nature's bicameral perception is 2-dimensional prime,
bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating double-yin,
reiterative communicative processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;

Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.

Universal monocultural power of governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate,
climatic,
gravitational integrity,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked power conjoins dark yin-time-ations,
shy bigendering romantic camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial 
gift-it-forward 
Age of Aquarius.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Langue d'oc, a Micro-Paradelle

Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient 
words of the spring-day song into that French April.

You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.

We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of 
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.

Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme. 

The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April 
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim 
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.

Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006

Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Senryu | |

Natural Reflection

Just like a flower
Sunshine stimulates her face
Sparkling with love

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2006

Details | Prose Poetry | |

YangTruth with YintegralBeauties

Beauty, like Truth,
speaks eternal promise
of timeless decomposition.

Flexing Grace
effects empathic Truth
optimizing promise prophets past
reiterating Golden Mythic Creation Stories.

Many have mentioned strength of compassion
and tenacious flexibility of mutual mindfulness
as Two Horses to effective political-economic
natural-spiritual sufficiency.

Most dominant Yang encultured poli-economic operators
require less YangTruth voice
and more cooperative listening Yintegrity,
less powering over by opting first for powering cooperatively 
WinWin toward truly engaging, multiculturally embracing, outcomes.

Yang speaks integrity of fertile passion,
need,
wants,
often urgent.
Yin is aptic-optic-empathic,
yet also can step up to polypathic,
mindful selfless, and too spineless, flexibility
for more competitive deductive-reductive exercises.

Too Yin oppressing cultural feelings,
absence of Yang SelfPassion singing in harmony with CoPassion,
brings depression
about oppressive Yang's nondual pouting doubting absence.

Passionate integrity Left
with grateful flexibility Right,
together,
can bring mindfully optimal strength 
to face conflict,
even climatic boundary issues and situations,
tipping toward nutritional doors needing further opening,
tipping away from toxic possibilities 
currently trending toward more monoculturally closed-door competitive stink,
decay finalizing cay's original embryonic promise
toward polyculturing health.

Love's strength is coordinated integrity,
cooperative flexibiity,
promising mutually mindful gratitude outcomes
for endless generations of Earth's Tribes.

Balanced together,
truth and beauty as passion with multiculturing flexibility,
both universalist Yang and unitarian Yin
synergetically square-dancing bilateral capacities
for receiving love
and for loving influence, production,
expression,
articulation within co-arising Now's invitations
into further evolving Grace.

Optimal health/wealth strength in each Eternal Moment
dynamically balances integrity and flexibility,
confluence and yet also the glad-joy memories
of dissonance lost, with gratitude, for strengths of flexibility,
curiosity, empathy.
Old School gut polyculturing wisdoms.
New Economics political ecotherapeutic optimization,
EcoConscious CoOperating ReGenesis.

A new (0)-Core PostMillennial health/pathology ruddered threshold
establishing to pursue and play further WinWin deviance
into ecological norms
re-centering
re-membering evolutionary/revolutionary calibrations past,
more deductively inclusive of other organic polynomials,
balancing positive with double-negative polypathic variables,
ideas,
moments equivalently between past and future
paradigms,
co-evolving systems;
political power positives,
economic co-investment in therapeutic futures
with long-term slow-growth
nutritionally cooperative 
positive 
(0)Riginal Health EnCulturing Intent.

Prophesying evolutionary outcomes 
among still-emergent polyculturing EarthTribes,
to date,
save for those already passed entirely away,
harbingers of what we are invited to cooperatively change.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Catching Fire- Poem

This poem is inspired by the second book in The Hunger Games Series. Warning- Contains 
Spoilers!

Sparks aflame
Fire and rage spread
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run!

The capitol want's revenge!
They will do anything to get it.
Back into the arena I am sent
Pitting Peeta and I against each other.

A marriage proposal
never to be fufilled
they tricked us
It will never happen.

I have to go on
a twist in the story
Tick,tock,tick, tock
The arena is a clock

All living tributes 
taken out of the arena
a official is secretly a rebel
wanting to overthrow the capitol

But where is Peeta?
No where to be found
Caputured in the hands of the capitol
I must save him!

Copyright © The Melody Sings | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku | |

A Change of Seasons - Haiku 2

                                               




                                                     icicles 
                                          crying a river of tears
                                             for winter is gone

                                                        ~~~~~

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Absolute Value

I hope this concept is familiar to you. I’m sure you are acquainted with “absolute value”. Points lie in the plane left of the y-axis. Integers can have negative values because of this. There’s nothing difficult here; it’s quite simple. Rene Descartes introduced us to this principle. In minus territory is where I find your value. Why don’t you just abscond and bid adieu?

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Another Geometry Like Love

Basic geometry’s based on four axioms,
Something that many kids study in school,
But a fifth axiom’s needed to prove it all,
This is where things start in getting real cool.

Really this axiom sounds very theorem like
Many have tried just to prove that it’s so
Math is not science though, stunningly math’s pure thought,
No underpinnings suggest where to go.

Science is tied to the world where we find ourselves
Math seems to find itself on other planes
Yet in creation math finds applications new
Funny how much mathematics explains

Love’s exegesis resists like fifth axiom
Should be much simpler, still it just is
Minds get all blurry when sniffing its trail bizarre
Alternates pop up like girls in show biz.

So if you find yourself stewing in limbo’s pot,
Give her a slide rule for Christmas this year,
Sure to last longer than roses or candy will
Then on Christ’s Birthday buy pizza and beer.
 
Good which we give ourselves to seems to multiply
Friendship, geometry, love fares the same
Love’s future story line ties us to God’s heart strings
God’s mathematics! Erased is all blame.

Brian Johnston
November 24, 2014

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse | |

The Physics of Sunshine

The Physics of Sunshine

And I'm finding it hard to break through and tell you
About the physics of sunshine
And when it's all over we may find ourselves together singing out of tune
About the wishing wells and spells softly spoken in the dark

In an electric arc of promised carousel rides, candy thoughts, and whispers of coastlines
Explored and undone petals washed in rays of time and history
I'm finding it hard to explain to you
All that is misunderstood

The sunshine is warm and the particles they spin
In and out of existence
Oh, though I find myself lost within the entropic withering energy of now
Without the physics and the lyrics of sunshine cast
I could never lay these particles into you

I'm with you on this deserted but scarred terrain
Dancing with the theories of existence all entwined
In our glass of wine and our lips locked around the mirrors
Of today, colored with the existence of tomorrow

And I see you in my dreams
Often in the sunshine you are singing
Often in the darkness you are clinging to my t-shirt
And tugging at my heart through my jeans

Even in the sunshine I'm lost without you
And though gravity holds me here
The spin of our destiny still needs to be tied with string
My love inflated – bound within this universe 

My heart and fear are now time tested 
And now it is into the sunshine of another place parallel to our own
Whether in this dimension or the next one over
I'm tied to you fast forward or rewind
Our love will always be alive

Copyright © Landor Angulo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain | |

Love's Magic

I don’t think it’s foolish,
Simple-minded, silly, whimsical,
Naïve, and/or childish
To believe that love is magical.

So-called experts offer
No scientific explanations
That any would prefer.
Love wordlessly defies summation.

You know that I love you,
But that is so hard to quantify;
And I am loved by you--
I don’t need to know a reason why.

Some believe in magic.
Most believe in something up above.
Wouldn’t life be tragic,
If we all stopped believing in love?!

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dancing Through Poetic Treasons

Language,
like evolution and poetry,
dynamic verbs,
function through co-arising root systems,
nouns for action and reaction,
co-arising preactive Ego-faith perpetuating,
dipolar reiterating
seasonal-sequential eco-health
regeneratively prime relational 
DNA-RealTime = RNA-LoveCoArisingNow function.

Systems are dynamic ecoverbs,
to function systematically, reasonably, with pattern, is why "system"
ecosystemologically includes biosystemologic,
polyculturally polymorphic transregenerated 
as fractal-balancing ecological health-systemic.
You know, ionic and iconic dynamic transcripts
of mythic-logical 4D WinWin CoOperative Teleology,
like RNA-Elders, 
confluent with us DNA-wanna-play-nice
with Gaia's Earth Rights of Birth-thru-Death-thru-ReBirth 
optimal regenerative co-arising birth-canal passage
through Great Transitional Events and Moments,
as well as BusinessAsUsual Evolutionary 
slow-growth CoOperative Economics.

Culture likes each liveNOWlove,
both before taken over by anger
and after co-prehending fear of dualdark pasts,
notnot regeneration,
kosmic codex health recreationing prime-fractal-formed
Fullerian-bicameral-knotted mindbody. 
Nature becoming nurture-being
ecoself-perpetuating bilateral Time 
positive/negative feedback-fold dipolar loop hypothesis, 
ongoing through Time's bilateral co-gravitational 
nutrient string 
back and forth toward (0) ecoEarthTribe-centric 
dialogical political and economic EcoCreation PolyStory,
global cooperative health and safety language,
ego-nouns for ecobiosystemic balancing verbs.
EarthTribe organic members long to exegete 
Yin's RightLeft Balancing Exegenesis,
generate-elational,
agapic-erotic nondual dynamite,
revolution thru great transitions,
as Wisdom muses thru great literature.

As is love, synonymous with synergy, Fullerian-fractal.
Loves, with their hates, are lives
are dynamic Ego-discontinuous verbal ecosystems,
with their own lovely and angry and fearful births and deaths,
their own childhoods,
and adolescent full-bodied spring,
and sometimes mature autumnal wisdom
follows diastolic-dialectic ecologosing younger adulthood
of bicameral polyenculturation,
spreading viral love verbs
far and wide,
now going cooperative networked on-line.

Love functions synergetic-integral-unitarian dynamically,
what beloved longs for
as does belonging recall,
for longing is only able to see
the reverse face of love already nouned,
already known, remembered, labeled,
reconnecting belonging
with exegeting
regenerating viral-vital-vive-live with notnot-live systems of degeneration
dynamites of cooperatively regenerate synergy,
integral integrity absorbing competition's age of LeftDominant suffering,
unitarian universality of ecovalue 
nutrient enriched polycultural guilds of ecotruths,
viral ecocomprehension
bicamerally balancing life-function as love renouned.

Poetry,
like evolution of language,
draws in and out dynamic verbs,
functioning with co-arising ecoRNAroot systems,
nouns for action and reaction,
preaction and self-implicating embryo
children of Ancient SunGod-ReGenerative Productive Branch-Yang-Worshipers
thereby feeding all those YinYin
WinWin
notnot double-temporal bound
fornicating feminist RightBrain dominant 
forested root systems 
of eco-neural-fractal evolutionary-thru-revolutionary 
ecosystemic cooperative 
economic as political compost-fertile dynamite.

Or, perhaps that was Wisdom Literature.
I reiteratively interchange those paradigms.
I wonder why I am not alone in that,
in here,
as also there,
as now
is also notnot yet politically begun economically,
where my bicameral Left mind ends up
is where our Right-Balanced bilateral BodyElders began,
eco square-rooted
in binomial balanced ego/eco Earth's RealTime Prime
nutrient value regenerating co-arising Integral-Unitarian
Health-Integrity 
Synergetic Commons,
Polyculturing Outcome Integrity.

AnthroMythos creation-story-re-ligions EarthTribal Iconic Logos,
Gaia Goddess of EcoJustice, Rain, Water, Earth, Regenerate Fertility, etc.
we do our poli-economic hoky-poky,
as we turn our Earth-nest around,
upside down,
where BlueHeaven still moon lights GreenEarth
in full double-negative temporal-bilateral fractals
of energetic frequency and healthy compost-function.

Poetry,
like Wisdom Literature,
great nutritional ecotherapeutic reading for insomniacs,
but be careful of which nutrient-choices you make,
whether reading or writing
some are healthier than others.
Polycultural diversity is usually our self-optimizing choice,
more permaculturally tested and researched for full-octave balancing harmony,
full-color witnessed and time regenerated,
loved and metasystemically synergized
as nature rhymes with nurture
and reason rhymes with season
and Bucky rhymes with Lucky 
Plan ZeroCentric B/A Resonance.

Revolutionary Dynamics,
like evolution as ego/ecosystemic bilateral balance
of mythic poetic Timing, 
logos-muse of CoPresent Diastatic Now,
stepping firmly
in our dance following past and hunting future Earth-nativity.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 



Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Mooku: Haikus on the Moon: with Cliff Notes

1. Lunar Perspective #1

month long day and night
also sees earth wax and wane
no season penchant


2. Lunar Perspective #2

moon's sun mimics earth's
earth pirouettes on star stage
sun’s smile Cheshire Cat


3. Lunar Perspective #3

moon turns once per month
lunar tides dictate strangeness
heat loss froze moon’s face


4. Lunar Perspective #4

one quarter earth’s size
creation’s spring, born of fire,
runt of the litter


5. Lunar Perspective #5

moon is problem child
with no tilt seasons languish
haiku redefined?


6. Lunar Perspective #6

evolution’s fall -
dangerous precession tamed
by earth’s sibling’s mass


7. Lunar Perspective #7

eggs have their season
star dust life defying odds -
sister of mercy

8. Lunar Perspective #8

seasons change in sky
rain a distant memory
blue moon poet's blues

9. Lunar Perspectives #9

boy/girl in earthlight
cratered love finds its season
waxing blue planet



Brian Johnston


Poet's Notes:
As I learn more about writing haiku and hear practitioners speak of snapshots of experience/nature and concrete images the more restricted I feel. This poem looks at haiku from an unusual perspective. Almost no one has any experience with really seeing things on the moon, but with science we can imagine concrete images and snapshots that are at least as real as any we see on earth. The paradox of this for future haiku writers is amazing I think. One is tempted to ask if any truly concrete images actually exist. Is the mind's eye as good as our own? Is what we see with our eyes any more real than what we imagine at times?

Is language even possible that is not emotional and could objectivity be a farce? An eskimo for example has 40 different words for "snow" it is said. How could an eskimo's haiku that used this word ever be translated accurately without resorting to poetic devices such as simile, metaphor, rhyme and anthropomorphism?

Stay tuned for other developments or share your insights with the rest of us.

Cliff notes (for the curious):
I have written a poetic version of what it would be like to live on the moon, what you would see there. Of course no one lives there now so these poems need to use mentally reconstructed images of what life would be like if you did live there. So the point of this poem is to ridicule the idea that haiku have to be concrete images or photographs of anything. Traditional haiku people are going to love this I'm sure! 

Stanza 1 basically tells you that if you were living on the moon, then one day there would be the equivalent of 30 earth days... you would have 15 earth days of light and 15 earth days of darkness. And if you could see the earth where you are on the lunar surface you would see it going through phases just like how we see the moon go through phases here on earth. However, unlike the earth the moon has no seasons at all. This is also a jab at traditional haiku rules that require a nature reference in every haiku and consider seasons like we have here on earth to be a part of nature. Well seasons may be part of nature on earth but on the moon they are not part of nature at all. Can you believe I say all of this in just 17 syllables? 

Stanza 2 contrasts the behavior of the sun as seen from the moon with how the earth behaves which is much different. Basically it takes 15 days from the time that the sun rises on the moon until the time that it sets. But the earth simply stands still in the same place in the sky all the time, i.e., for the whole number of earth days that it takes the sun to rise, set and rise again. The earth never rises and sets for a person that lives in one place on the moon. But in fact as the earth goes through its moon like phases, we do see the earth revolving once every 24 hours while occupying the same sky. The real weirdness though is that since the moon has no atmosphere, there is no extended sunrise or sunset. Instead the day begins and ends instantly like the Cheshire cat's smile. So this explains the 2nd haiku! Ha!

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

Hard Headed Women

<                                        she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man 

                                          when they get together
                                          they join hand and hand
                                          for loves be glory
                                          in this fairy tales story

                                        
                                          for she's a hard headed women
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          though shes stubborn as an mule
                                          but can make that man still drool
                                          as he's so shy
                                          but  captured her roving eye


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man


                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          now don't you just think
                                          romance can start out as a wink
                                          even if it may be a little lie
                                          come on little boy now give it a try


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft harded man



                                      
                                          
My Next 
Country Western Song   LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Loves' EXPERIMENT


                                  They're called, "the Central Science"
                                 and the Physics connecting with other
                                Natural Sciences. Becoming the Number
                               of Atoms on the Left and the Right in the
                                Equation for a Chemical Transformation
                                                  to be EQUAL.

                             They're the Quantity, the Structure, the Space
                                and the Change seeking out Patterns and
                         FORMULATING new Conjectures. Becoming Equations
                                of Expressed Relationships between given
                                 Quantities, the Known and the Unknown.

                         They become an instant Luminous Sphere of Plasma
                                            held together by GRAVITY.
                                    Descending ever sooo brightly through
                                            Dark Cloud Constellations.
                                 Becoming their own Thermonuclear Fusion
                           and Interacting Gravity, giving the Earth its source
                                                    of ENERGY.

                              Let NO Scientist, Mathematician or Astronomer
                                               determine their FATE.

 A.J.C

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cinquain | |

Love's Science

The path
of earth and sun,
the moon and satellites  -
the whole system  revolves 'round you
and me.

Copyright © DebbySue Guenther | Year Posted 2016