Best Cacophonies Poems

What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between. 

Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is...

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a resilient soul
hoists his drooping wings
dreary but dreamy
soars far
so high
he keeps on searching for his illusive dreams
regardless of the storm and height of mountains
goes through miles away
in his equanimity
straight with vision of sunrays
on  plight are failures
not too bad
tries again
the mighty swords in his heart
so...

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Noise in her Mind

I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
                        we share beauty and bedlam boudoir...

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..............Baby Steps Out..
..........There's a waiting world
.......Doctors nurses eager staff
......A doting father, mother in pain
.....It is said that we chose our birth 
....An act of free will, desired destiny
....The paths are all charted by our will
....This birthday I decided to recall..loll
......A memory jog, back to time...

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I make this detection
upon introspection
of the woodblock inside me named soul
I'm sightless to beauty
on par with a cootie
or, moreover, an underground mole

I distinguish not burdock
from daisy nor hollyhock
a flower is a flower; just that
in all shades and shapes
their splendor escapes
their fragrance akin to rat

For music...

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Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras
are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs, 
“Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn”
Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip, 
an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators ...

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A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious...

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Phoenix and Phoenicia

They had both been victims of their own sad minds stories lost told and untold
narratives to be re-authored livid experience lived in silence meaning smeared in
crusted mud slung in terminal slots shots executed by travesty of dire pyres cloven
free erroneous fall hanging on...

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On lazy uneventful afternoons
     I sometimes venture into the quiet haven
        that is my occupied mind as if a voice 
        in the wilderness beckoned me there....

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This is the third time
I've read Beyond Religion:
Ethics
[non-sectarian, non-partisan, non-violent]
for A (not "The") Whole World
[ZeroZenZone Universe, psychological and politically eco-logical].

In the second, of two, sections,
the Dalai Lama discusses,
in most excruciating therapeutic detail,
emotional positive v negative intelligence,
good- through bad-humored democratic literacy.

I remember Behavioral Psychology class
leading to...

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confusion, memory, poets, mind, thoughts, man, writing

THOUGHTS UNLIMITED© +
	
My mind is unlimited I am told
Forever craving a thought to hold
Even has an over active drive-way
For all thoughts shuffled my way

Stream-lined mind-tools are ‘drilled’ to mold a mirror image
Lost memories lead to question one-minded traveler's ‘mental’...

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Far away from our little village
In the middle of green paddy field
On the small mound the banyan tree was
Beneath calm and sweet shadow of green leaves
On the lap of this old giant tree
You and I were only there for our twin loving soul
Strangler figs were...

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I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming 
I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny 
Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain 
Somewhat fearfully fantasizing, anticipating a final crescendo of climax 

The same decorum filled...

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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather

Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror...

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platonic allegiance and virtual dementia
crowd this room as life is washed away
the agony is sweeter than coagulate decay
burning sound and blinding noise
fight the need to scream
or give in and live the dream

bloody towers, faltered steps
to act out a purposed overthrow
capacity for agony is quick to...

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