Best Dissonance Poems
Lost -
Through an Eagle's eye
Over Fields of plenty
Where rivers and creeks
Never run dry
But I can't feel it
Mountains rising up
Touching the pink, blue,
And rustic orange skies.
I just don't know why
… I just can't feel it
I am a lost page within the novel
No one knows my inner battles
Entering another day
Of constant trials and prattles
Lost –
Through the ears
Of a Great Horned Owl
Where life's creation falls silent
Scurrying about
But I can't feel it
Forests of trees where an
Acappella choir resounds
Magically starting the day
Reverberating all around.
I just can't feel it
And the sea sprites dance
To a rhythm of time
Reaching out to my soul
Touching my heart
Seeking to free and unbind…
I cry, for I can't feel it
No, I just can't feel it
For morning becomes noon
Noon becomes day
For everything has its place
With a time to work
And a time to play
I give up, for I can't feel it
I will never feel it
I look to the four corners
Seeking answers,
But the wind is motionless
And the world, unfeeling
For such are the plans
I never made
So I turn the page….
Amidst a dissonance of human sound,
the constant hum of voices as each swarm
of people pushed onto the streets, the pound-
pound-pounding workers made, which like a storm
rained in my ears, my mind‘s eye glimpsed a thing
that could not be of this unholy sphere:
a woman, nymph-like, on a glassy ring
of wintry pond. . . and all that I could hear
was breath of wind, the song to which she danced.
I marveled as she effortlessly spun.
She beckoned me, but then as I advanced,
she gracefully collapsed, her dancing done.
The blaring of a car’s horn jolted me
back into city life’s reality.
June 19, 2016 for The Sounds of Day Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
As a kid they said technology
would lead us to a better life,
and in many ways they are correct,
tech does many things right.
I suppose I was just naïve
to thing there would be no downside,
now I love/hate the internet,
there are a thousand reasons why…
I love that endless information
is just a single click away /
I hate that there is so much
that it overwhelms the brain.
I love that I can buy anything,
have it delivered rather quick /
I hate endless adds in e-mail,
trying to sell me something slick.
I love that every genre is there,
in every medium, and every type /
I hate that half of it hides viruses
that will steal away your life.
I love that video posting sites
bring old music to the crowds /
I hate the video ‘commentators,’
so inane, rambling, and loud.
I love that every point of view
has a place to makes its pitch /
I hate government and tech giants
always trying to censor it.
I love that every single interest
has a place to blow of stress /
I hate people acting like morons,
and then claiming they’re ‘oppressed.’
I love that you can meet others
who may share your predilections /
I hate that being ‘connected’
soon becomes a damn addiction.
I love that you can reach the world
from the comforts of your home /
I hate that this very same world
then never leaves you alone.
I love that a person can work
from anywhere on any day /
I hate that distance no longer
makes reality go away.
Of course it’s not like it is
ever gonna go anywhere,
we’re forever stuck in between
thankfulness and despair.
I guess the net will ever be
a both sweet and bitter pill,
I love/hate the internet,
and I guess I always will.
It's always someone, something else,
that's made your life a living hell
abstain, explain, complain, campaign,
work on your pitch and make it sell
Blame the weather, blame the seasons
blame your parents, blame your friend
there's no excuses, there's only reasons,
it can't be you; you're innocent
You need a villain to your quarry,
an antagonist to complete the cast
it's current pressures, future worries
or something that happened in the past
Object, confuse or obfuscate
avoid the mirror and twist the facts
enhance, invent, prevaricate
but hide behind your victim mask
Some metallic beating of a Drum like heavy rainfall resonated through the night
as the wind swept through the trees and across the somber ponds of The West.
Some nights: these nights—fireflies are the sparkling blue-green dots scattered across an aloof sky.
And how the onlookers stare dumbly at the Horizon and the clouds!
Evanescent, blue…dark shades cover a bush and how the stars are
Climbing (!)
the black cloth of night like spiders,
Oh! the inherent beauty of the world?
And the iridescent flowers are laid dead over the infinite fields.
Some metallic beating of a Drum like ponderous footsteps circling a room fills the gracious day.
The sun with her full smile sends streams of gold and orange to sneak through the
crevices of
the cracked ceiling of the abandoned theater to illuminate the dust.
Random in their intent and brutal in their delivery, the messages of light assuage the gentle Earth
She hands over her key…
Such madness! Madness!
Pools of water scattered across the open fields; coquettish waves undulate under the gale.
Such madness! Madness!
The ethereal beats of the Drum like stolen heartbeats boom! Boom! Boom!
Such madness! Madness!
And maybe the Lady can answer such idling question as to why the cacophony:
“And could you tell us of the day you found this disorder dancing like daft Pagans?”
And she says: “No, for the beauty of absurdity is that the very idea of order contradicts
its existence”
Hypnotic chanting: Chaos makes order chaos makes order chaos makes order…
Some metallic beating of a Drum like a steel box in the bosom of Space
It spins like the burning Earth on a bender
Oh, the cacophony! Oh, the madness!
Such Madness…
No one of us
and all of us together
believe in optimal power within
in total absence of any power among,
without.
Short-sighted political therapy evolves
short-minded economic health is
small-mindedness,
pretending Self and Other and Earth
are not eternally interdependent.
Pain and loss and blindness
cause long-sited suffering,
wrestling with God's absence of fulfillment
Great aerobic exercise,
but let us not fool
or bully ourselves,
or Others,
or God,
and most certainly not Earth
in this her eternally holy Day.
Only competitive assumptions wrestle against health;
while cooperative eco-normic awareness
wrestles with,
side by side,
each challenge shared.
Wrestling is dissonance resolving contention
stretching for harmony
co-arising contentment,
diminishing confusion to
chronic suffering of advent,
just the right amount of pain and ego-loss
for regenerative redeemer rebirth.
Pain, loss, dissonance deny
optimistic accidental history
but may ecologically coincide
with interactive mutually-held hope
that peace with ego's self-justice
ultimately emerges
from each biosystemic incarnation's incubating life
toward further regenerative health
and love
and love of health
and health of love,
then too there is lovely health of wealthy love,
but that could take us in another similar climaxing
dialectically emergent
dipolar co-arising direction.
Mind, the architect of life’s structure,
obeys what is learnt as the art of living.
Heart, the carrier of nonlinear abstract intellect,
breathes emotive truth in the framework of being.
If the diktat of mind is not pursued,
life is sucked into the whirlpool of chaos,
and not listening to the subtle urge of heart,
life turns into an unfulfilling objectified entity.
Intangible confrontation with either this or that,
designs the dubious dilemma of option,
for lack of equanimity valuing one over the other
causes the onset of neurotic inner conflict.
The foreseeable forks in life’s pathway tests
if judgment and wisdom falter in internal strife.
The rational balance of mind and heart
finds psychic route out of cognitive dissonance.
________________
August 18, 2022
Contest : Inner Conflict
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Lost in amorous creations
Disposal as dalliance
A catalyst for infatuation
Clandestine Plans
Blood Soaked Hands
Hiding faith behind abject Science
She is my Heartsore Happiness
Dreams of Blithesome hopes
reality corrupts breeds animus
Treacherous Teachers of Falsities,
our minds. They molest
Walk these long roads Carrying short ropes
down this crooked path
sharpened steel digesting bone gnawed flesh,
we die alone
Our hearts explode. Chewing destruction we are slowly spoon fed
adrift with no direction
Forgot how to walk, I can't learn how to feel
Become the Living dead
MUSIC IN THE LISTENING LAB
Notes! Notes of music
Bouncing
Off of walls – off of chairs
Off of ceilings and off the floors
Running down the hall in half steps
Flooding every inch of space
In atonal tangos - rhythms searching for their time.
Notes! Notes of music
Bumping
Up against each other
Up against the lines of scores
Vibrating tension pushing hard
Against a measured tempo -
Shrilling to be heard - only now to lose their pitch.
Notes! Notes of music
Crawling over one another
Trying to find harmony
Trying to discard the dissonance
Jamming in, losing sight of their rest,
They squeeze into the space -
With no resolution, unseen voices in a crowd.
Notes! Notes of music
Tripping over downbeats
Tripping over cadence
Falling flat upon their sharps
Phrasing key notes rise again
In soaring sound tracks arranged in one accord.
N/A 3/21/20
Conflicting opinions,
Weakened beliefs.
Arrogant behavior,
Denying reality.
Who you are is who you'll
become.
Let it happen.
Fight for your wisdom.
I know one thing that isn't true.
Reconsider my beliefs.
Consider a new point of view.
Let one go.
You'll be much happier.
What you'll know,
Will bring you peace of mind.
A belief system based on
nothing.
More thoughts come to mind.
Do they compete?
Are you blind?
Are they based on reality?
I feel incomplete.
A new state of duality.
What I think.
What I know.
I can't blink.
I'm too slow.
My own arrogance.
My self pity.
Remaining ignorant.
I'm so witty.
You got me there.
Whatever shall I do?
I could care less.
I'm much different than you.
Taken inside the bowels
of bassoons,
tropical heat from
swelling bows.
Sweat labors the brow,
full with carnal dissonance.
The throat is lunged
by a beast
veiled in foliage.
Spewed in a mass of
broken pickaxes!
Kicked again into the
thunder of claws!
In flames of foundries
lost.
Becoming Roman Candles
opening across the night.
But drinking cool women
in the thaw of glaciers,
smoothing their oblong stones,
clear cleansed lemon lime oboes.
Naked bodies bloom.
Raced around a corner
at top speed,
the pounding of industry,
a worker in goggles
forging metal.
Without notice,
still mesmerized by fire,
in the belly of percussion,
paused
by a dawning pond of sullen fog,
a brief dream
shrouded in ungrasped riddles.
Sudden conductor realized
in the grass of tones,
using his baton as a machete.
On a distant hill
A shepherd beckons.
Animated, beclouded,
a restless crow in search,
a cinematic fade-out.
restless heart in need of flight
the time is drawing near
future bliss within his sight
in the present lives his fear
what he has and what he needs
inhabit different pages
conscience shamed by guilty deeds
such sin has costly wages
I can experience integrity of time
and dissonance of not enough
and too much
but cannot find
define
refine a line
in-between
anxiety and anticipation
Win ego-healthy center
to win-ecosystemic wealth sufficiency
divesting of a punishing win/lose shadow
anthro-supremacist leftbrain dominant world
view
Feeling committed to change
strategies restoring peace
on
and in,
above
and beyond awesome
and wondrous sacred
divinely secularized humane
EarthJustice
Could never become regenerative
through degenerative win/lose
ZeroSum scarcity
predicts dissonance about punishment
AND
Peace will never spontaneously regenerate
when diminishing multicultural esteem value
for win/win NonZero sums
of integrity's Truth means BeautyTwo emergence
restoring bicameral climates of warm felt justice
Through integral,
permacultural,
polycultural
global climate health
restoring inside
outside Peace
of Just sufficiency
simplicity
sustainability
surrounded by EarthDay seas
of gratitude
CoEmpathic sympathy
CoOperative empathy
CoPassion nonpathology
Win/Win trusting attitudes
of ecosystemic deep
and emergent wide experience
through multi-sensory
multi-generational
poly-regenerational reflection
micro ego-inspired
and macro eco-witnessed
BiCameral Left with Right co-operative
co-reflection identity confluence,
curious confidence,
Integrity's potential
slow-steeped tea
of sufficiency
robust simplicity
solidarity through win/win
elegant engagement
civility
Restoring EarthPeace
through multiculturally appreciative Justice
integrating sustainable EarthFull View dialogue
AND
Not diving so deeply
in disastrously dissonant
deductive dominant
EarthScarcity debate.
Through the blinds
the sunlight breaks
reflecting off of
plaster flakes
The music from
the other room
restores me back
into the womb
So safe within
my mother's walls
before I knew
these empty halls
Pieces of
an afternoon
are mingled with
some ghostly tune
Melodic
bittersweet refrain
echoing
throughout my brain
I keep returning
to the page
of flashes from
a long gone age
That's scattered
with so many toys
and filled with
phantom girls and boys
The playgrounds
rusting in my mind
though full of weeds
will stand enshrined
To mark the grave
of innocence
that led me to
this dissonance
Torn betwixt a world I’ve known and a world I am yet to know,
the emotions rush in… intense and suffocating.
hope is lost, consequences I sow,
devoid of any sense, any kind of understanding…
I am abandoned by the life that I’ve lived,
betrayed by my own actions, by my own thoughts.
no more insights to impart, no more lessons to give,
I am, but subjugated, in this war that I’ve fought.