Best Coinciding Poems
It is now dark and under the dome
there are hands moving
inside a home
Notes of angelic sound
circulate the air
wandering beyond walls
flying into the city
making countless calls
Creators of footsteps below the full pearl
tread in the alleys
hearing musical melodies shout out for them to hark
their hearts dance to the hymn
coinciding to the tempo in the dark
Where is that rhythm coming from
There are no signs of the source that show their thumb
Stare at the moon, the nightfall harp is blessing the sadsome
Out there, a hundred miles far
the souls pick up their ear
from the bliss dispersing from afar
Nightfall harp,
where are you
Nightfall harp,
we hear you,
Nightfall harp,
we love you
Happiness shall now come to pass
as the angel sprouts his wings
Hand in hand
the city joins for a holy choir
as their voices wire
blazing spirit fire
showing love a step higher
Is there a memo motionless meaning that co considers
the let me know not the in between time of soul space that swells
spit in time and all things youless and common/uncommon in a new raw
omniplural potpourri vs a humnopre-salient cap-able anti
impractical public a anonoymous -----let it be the me behind
the windless wheel well of counter culture communation happy
ig no rant dance given to adulto frown friends with no
inner countenance to the opposite of their children's
heretofore genetic anaglous inheritenance, happenstance with the all degradratory of who's who on first impractical **** annoyance given to parentosociosuck prevelances.
Let it be me and my behold every endurance
behind the wishless wheel wonders like stale bread kisses that
will leave a bastard/***** beholding another ever unpresent illego negligent
my me mine me behind--as an ever ill gotten gain gopher behold!!
I offer no ill indifference to a an **** ego indifference, as it wanes itself
in an annotated post partum parental quandary with all of the estrogenous misgivings that minus all of our copious relative holiday misgivings; hope/love/angst/fear/fake fornication that co comprise our inner grasp gasp being to err offend everyone in our inner nature neighborhood never openly negative of your own offspring offerings as they relate to your perfectly PC credentialed crassness of age coinciding with the
all year round as life asked of us relatives to/fro in/out closed/open/in/out/add/subtract/distract, ect, ect, ect,.
Far from first inner circle seconds included and removed offended defended included/excluded as to their proper "tudes" to be later revealed related as to a toddler tranquil trance perfectly placed belovedly behind a two tone parental (irr)rational regal rememberance
that reveals a riviteing rancid rationale reward right vs mostly wrong.
Matching sibiling ill will/deeds and useless non needs can lead to a covert cancer covered man-nipulates meanlip measures of misgotten memories factly misered measured mandates. Welcome my friends to the drone that never ends, human race, human race; youngins' all youngins' all.
The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious theology
Ye all, the drums,the flute and the trombone bring,
Yellow and orange drangon flag spreads the peace of wings;
Gleeful fairies and deities join to crown His King,
Ere,pay I submit my sublime bow,
With words and hearts with full devout I avow
Song of mirth and serenity we sing and share to the whole beings
Oh,mighty Geser Gyelpo,on the magninoumous throne thou shines,
Showering compassion and happiness from thy heart sublime
The king of might and wise,Drukpas beacon of hope,
Who strives for the welfare of all,the real Pope
Thou espoused humanity, decency and love for all
Bhutan,the land of minute Eden we enthrall
Bhutan,the land of Gross National Happiness,
Unity leading to the Land of tranquil loveliness,
Come ye! Afar, Nightingale, sing thine song of victory;
Far and wide,the great musicians play their song of happiness admiringly
Hark! Thunder Dragon singing above,
Magnificent light sending his happiness and love,
The pristine greenery and serenity of nature sways gleefully ;
Soaring skylarks flourish the tune of peace cheerfully,
Here, the young poet,graciously inking his cordial gratitude ,
Where none can ink and pen his line in verisimilitude,
It's from his unclouded heart that speaks the truest delight
Bring the clarinet,trumpet and saxophone
Let's sing and play your triumphant
Upon thy ascendant we present our earnest acknowledgment
To honour His Gesar and his throne
With equity and tranquillity this nation will breath
Under the magninoumous reign of His King we sheath
Grandeur,thou my potent King,
Thine charismatic reign continues to gleam like endless ring
May the people be blessed forever
With our clean body,mind and speech,
We offer you the prayers.
This poem,I dedicate to the 5th King of Bhutan,coinciding with the Coronation Day of HM Khesar.
We were small, innocence written all over..
Pulling plaits, dreaming of a new rover.
Crossed paths..when I picked my nose,
While you processed your identity of rose.
She lodged once with me, once with you,
Paving two lines to a tri-angle
Unknown to the world, making our castle,
In between all of the hustle.
Getting our sections changed,
Still ain't letting the sections' brain
I gave you chocolates everyday,
For you to be my hopeful ray.
You made me have fun,while I was on run.
You laid the carpet when I ran all over fret.
Trust was the issue, and you had all my trust.
Mom and dad, bro and sis,
Family became just one in time.
Mendel became our mate, peas turned into ducks.
Chennai became our past, peace tuned into no f*cks.
Halloween and typhoid, I had porridge
and taste buds, we had.
Goodbye farwell was just all cake,
Cause we knew what we had was no fake.
Two years down the lane, and no talk.
Now we're here in the lake, and to rock.
Ranting off all the love that they gave,
Raking off all the sh*t that they gave.
An year of just birthday talks that had followed,
Now we're back in our zones.
Coinciding exams, the busy schedules,
Got newer friends and shifted places,
Still criming again altogether.
I'm leaving you,
but only for a season.
Against my own heart
have I committed treason.
You are the sun
that shines upon my soul...
The fire that provides
warmth for me in the cold.
You are the rain
that stimulates my growth...
The wind that moves my
waves about the ocean's coast.
However, our time together has drawn nigh
It's only fair that to you I say, "Good-bye."
All good things must come to end, within reason...
But my leave of absence is only for a season.
You are the beat fitting perfectly
to the rhythm of my heart.
Your hands work deftly,
coinciding with my body's every part.
Your lips are my dessert,
revealing to me naughty secrets.
But your eyes the most inert,
Mystery defined in discreetness.
We are destiny's offspring,
the couple of which love beckons.
But as the song of departure I sing,
Remember it's only for a season.
The fourth dimension, on me, has left its mark,
Before the coinciding of my dreams and visions,
Cumulative years have made life become stark,
Pre-dating a scarred heart from life’s incisions
Once, without fear, of actions being thwarted,
Would come a subtle wink, then a deep embrace.
Now with eyes shuttered, I’m being transported,
Back to earlier times where age allows no space;
Age will always find you
Better or Bitter!
Tom
In halting motion, sunlight shadows on the walls
Your fingers comb my hair, my lion's manes.
I roar in secrecy, for I know you'll open my tunic next.
I fixate my eyes on your strong fingers
Pleasant and incessant coinciding,
And mumble words of dismay and longing.
How I wish you would not do this
And omit my shirt and all the rest
My body is my expressive head alone
And perhaps my artistic hands...
But that is all.
In grief-stricken words I try to stop you, with dancing
sundust around my breath. You smile your gentle smile:
"We all have our flaws my love", you say, "we all
have those scratches and bruises where we bumped
They are just scars, that's all
You are more than just hands and head
You are heart and love and completeness
Like I am, just like we all are."
***
February 28, 2017
TONGUE TWISTER
Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
assessing accessing accepting accent,
pointing permitting possible permutation,
claiming cunning clever combination,
sorting syllables on restricted selection
yielding rough tough pronunciation.
Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
No boredom, speak random speedy quick.
Talk faster ignoring protester.
Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
bombarding bewildering audience
with competence, confidence
and coinciding Tongue- Twister.
01/11/21
Third Place
' Tongue Twister Challenge' Contest by Joe Sandler
Verbal Attitude
Nectar from his vocabulary was oozing
Also spilling on the ground coinciding with ditch
Habits of my dwellers were like this
Have a ear to hear list sitting on first row
Blows of the leader and to pat the palms for show
Far the tin tin ton ton of the bell from the temple
Was removing pollution at least
But a symmetry of same string harping velocity tilting
Did not cause to swing a breath of peace like in solitary isle
Passing of grand ma pa father and mother burns at night in dream
With a question my child, do you have coolness in your field?
Luxury in the mood of head
Has romanced in meeting and seminar
Turning pages of hope,
Each time with a question mark
For next time, we reached
Access with man and matters of the globe shaking hand
Different optimistic attained approach
And path ahead dug with each step to field,
Dwindles, a flow of wish. Alas!
Me and my country’s last.
A pair was at newly bought suit, marching
Supposing to visit in wedding pitch at evening
Spray of volley grey veiled them to loose
Beauty did not see on road where they were for forecast.
Obituary of DAVID FRED JONES-
Here we gather today to pay homage of a lost brother whom lived and died
We honor him with are presents as we mourn his lost of live in this plane and time.. Today we celebrate the life of he whom we know and loved..
Obituary
Name: David Fred Jones
Nicknames: Dave/Too Tall Tavid
Date of birth: Thursday 11th January 1979 (Age 40)
Star sign: Capricorn
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: Mixed
Social class: Middle class
Religion:Agnostic
Sexuality: Straight
Education: PhD Business and Political science College graduate
Political views: Left
Relationship status: in a relationship with Wade Emma Dean(engaged)
Probable age if death 62
Probably cause of death killed during an extreme ironing competition
Coinciding with chronic lower respiratory disease heart disease from falling off a cliff
Funeral noteworthy attendees...
Wade Emma Dean, aged 70 girlfriend
Weston Herb Norton 62 friend
Elsie Israel Jones (nee Craig) aged 92 mother
Maximus Sonny Jones 67 brother
Kelly Ashton Shannon ex girl friend
Rest
In
Peace
DAVID FRED JONES
~1/11/79-5/12/19~
5/12/19
As deft remain, engender all else claim
obedience call so sacred but to twain,
the waterways dividing in remain
and never coinciding with norm's plain!
And so the answer chiding must refrain
while backing not away, impatience name,
the guard rail so defining enters main
the guesswork none exciting, none in vain!
What certainty reciting soul's arraign
and pieces fretting, hiding the mundane,
this quiet mystery, upon the focused gain,
God's purpose not inciting riots of fame!
That one address, faith's riding speaks the aim
my silent share complying, rest's contain.
That silvery sea of gliding unknown reign
is freedom . . . thought's arriving from profane!
The Sound of a Wrecked Piano
I’m living in an empty boat
This is my life quote
The boat is surrounded
In holes
In the oceans middle, no where to go
It’s leaking
I’m sinking
Empty promises I was seeking
I was not there to move when the light was go
Now my life is sound of a wrecked piano
Being hurt and time are coinciding
I’m not lying
I’m dying…
But I’m just trying
Apologies, how little they were
The innocent are now sober
Wake up to
Old hurt which pretends to be new
In life I’m living at the end
Shipwrecked, no bottle to send
I was not there to move when the light was go
Now my life is sound of a wrecked piano
Some days I don’t talk about
Lets just say I was left bruised after coming back from those routes
Pain is my only friend again
And my life is left to bend
My heart is my greatest weakness
It made the wrong wish
I wear my jacket all the time
Because my soul is cold and sour like a lime
Lifted the wrong weights
Carried more and more hate
Grace come in like an angel!
Fill more than hole
But do you think it’s too late
For me to make it to those shiny gates
Then I realize you can’t calm my storm, I suffered my fate
I was not there to move when the light was go
Now my life is the living wrecked piano
Subtle reddish hues looms over Full Moon
Coinciding with harvest moon and Friday 13
Phenomenon that will reccur in 2029
Mercantilist's eating's math
noon at McDonalds, what a blast,
resolve the crowding, in youths path
the refill pop, the greatest lathe!
A happy wave, the managers wrath
is so subdued, her profits stag
is coinciding teamwork's staff
Keep quiet a bit, my poem grows ~ half!
This wanderings rebuff, seeming quaff,
I must find sustenance, not graft
IT'S HERE ~ the burger, fries, compact
so journey's reason, eat ~ no flack~
I'll learn to write, booth, table's track
vacations harboring of new facts,
so commonplace, all drive-ins have
their time, your stomach . . . last/alas!
Particles
Ask meaning of bearing limitless
Depository sand particles in desert,
Destiny is to bear enjoying parching
Following ghastly cooling nocturnal.
Coinciding with hurricanes and ebbs
Gathering fun and flowing in unknown place
Immeasurable delight advances always
Bores, if rains sometimes thwarting project.
Soaring high up in the firm advancing tourism
Dwellings of far and wide human’s vision
To my reply elder spoke, heave of stone brick
Glittering is that water reservoir, men call do to it ocean.
Wetting through water is disgusting
No remedy to walk hither and thither flying
We are happy in our realm
One unity, one culture fine.
Streak of jungles are human’s habitat
Luckily they don’t like us charging hot sand
Don’t come towards us and be active
Traders, hawkers some ill traffickers.
Do come treading on our heart
Being their activity criminal and fought
We don’t prosecute for trivial matters
Otherwise could silent them in our particles.