Best Alternation Poems
The continuum of life is enveloped by existence,
the residual effect from the nature of resistance-
I’ve seen the consecution of time when I wonder,
and felt the chain reaction when being pulled under.
For time is nothing but a perpetual connection,
a space between minutes within life’s conception-
Ceaseless and swinging like a pendulum’s oscillation,
alive since before the time of the universe’s creation.
Meter set in periodicity with each strong pulsation,
and swaying back and forth with each alternation-
The undulating movements bring life to our realm,
the fluctuation of time and space and really overwhelm.
Intermittence of meter residing within reoccurrence,
built from a foundation of strict concurrence-
Beating with rhythm and set in desirous motion,
adhering to each molecule, what a marveling notion.
May 22, 2017
A bit I have travelled, in the cities of this world
Each with a history – a tale that can be told
Through the lens of the roving tourist’s eye
Who often does, with some wonder, sigh
As an ancient tableau in a busy modern street
He does - camera-ready – with much awe greet
Or into a monument with a stellar, glorious past
He might saunter and wonder about the cast
Of characters who had with much energy wrought
The fame and fortune that has become the city’s lot
Or from the imposing zenith of its top-most spire
A city view, its history and legacy admire.
But no town has moved me to so much awe
Than, when from Waverley first I saw
The pomp and grandeur of Edinburgh city
A modern tribute to antiquity.
And though it has moved along with the times
Through its buildings and festivals, history chimes
For each brick and cobblestone is filled with the lore
Of a Gaelic people in the days of yore.
Not a castle, but a city straddling many a precipice
For the architect, it most definitely is sheer bliss
To career down streets that plunge like ravines
And gaze up at spires that greet the heavens
From the castle, the artist, photographer or poet
Can never cease to admire this most splendid set
The numerous shades of brown, black, green and blue
As he gazes down at an all-embracing tableau
Of craggy rock way beyond the deep-blue firth
And architecture of immense historic worth
And meadows with vast blankets of green
That add to the city’s aura, its majestic sheen
‘Tis little wonder then, that simple, mere mortals
Were by this city inspired to open the portals
Of ideas, dictums and ambitions in depth incredible
That they have, on history, made marks just as indelible
As the ones this “alternation in height and depth” has made
On every visitor who has, at least for a brilliant day stayed
And listened to piping bands tell many diverse stories
Of a city from which he will take away magnificent memories.
Form:
Humanities burden
Something nihilistic is churning on my mind what if strife is embedded in our psyche
normality is war punctuated by peace; the peace is prosperous but wallowing in
the softness concern of female interest love of dogs, making them into soft toys.
This somnambulistic existence brought no inventions and humanity, thanks to
the low birthrate was dying out.
Nature took charge and brought on the devastation the will to survive took priority.
To endure, we had to forgo lax options and be aggressive even if it meant inventing
the enemies.
War brought fore inventions benefiting warmongers but also spilt over to help man in
his daily struggle to make agriculture more efficient.
In the following years, the alternation between wars and peace became a norm, a dream
of lasting armistice unobtainable.
This throwing and towing as we see in Ukraine eventually, it will stop as all wars do
providing if a third-party stop interfering and making the war global.
TENSIONS
virtues
or flaws
underscored
&
restrained
then
reined-in
an
alternation
of
restraint
in
motion
a
versatile
satire
of
mood
in
poignancy
&
grace
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Now quiet, settled, easy, leisurely
through life’s affairs,—say, couched in everyday—
and sipping being’s sweetest, freshest ray;
Sunshine!, Sunshine! ‘midst winter’s coldest glee!
Now troubled, disjointed, uneasily
fumbling, scrambling through dumb frowning time.—Gray-
-haired night’s murk weighs down gay light’s mirth filled play...—
tumbling through summer’s scorching cruelty!
An inescapable alternation
of gloom and cheer,(to be—and—not to be),
wheeling circles and cycles—infernal,—
recur, relapse, return through all creation.;
Remember, though pain’s but temporary,
vacuous suffering is eternal.