Best Fluctuation Poems
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He dwells on the sound, of the leafless branches
Describes the trees, admits the guiltless eye
In conversation with frivolous jagged shadows
His joys and sorrows with a true heart
The tree and he, had already embraced each other
In the winter when the stars shiver under the frost,
the trees go to sleep
Thin branches, like chalk white fingers point up into the air
The passion that everyone feels drunk with
but not so drunk that you drown
With magical power and a warm soul
Strange fluctuation of all natural things
Branches encircled with a beard of moss
a buzzing life of larvae
where the birds can live without alms
Before the happy days are lost in curly
cold and heavy snow clouds
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22/11/2019
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Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
2nd place in the contest
All I remember is rampant rain and a loud bang.
As dawn distilled through a canopy of palm trees,
glimpses of light reflected like emeralds on leaves.
I felt blessed in its warm golden glow,
as I awoke under clear sapphire skies.
Radiant sun blazed brightly,
reflecting like a fluorescent mosaic
upon turquoise waves kissing my bare feet.
I could hear cobalt macaws squawking
and soaring from cliffs to branches,
as the ocean lulled with a soft lullaby.
The air was so pure, but muggy,
as curious creatures, I had not seen before,
creeped and crawled around me.
As I wandered along a champagne shoreline,
I could hear an orchestra of morning birds,
composing their exotic melodies,
which added to the tranquillity of calmness.
Footsteps of fate led to a verdant forest with
an abundance of mahogany and rosewood trees.
A fluctuation of kaleidoscopic butterflies floated
among a plethora of petals in lush layers of
amber allamandas, maroon mandevillas,
orange orchids and purple passionflowers -
their sweet scents blending with saltiness of the sea breeze.
As my soul connected deeply with my surroundings,
a leafy path of twigs led to a myriad of mangroves,
their roots resting in an aquamarine toned lagoon.
I could see fancy fish in vibrant red, yellow and silver,
swimming in trails of troops around water lilies.
As my enchanted eyes gazed beyond a
flock of fuchsia feathered flamingos,
towards a gentle waterfall cascading,
serenely over steps of rock -
I caught a glimpse of a figure in divine light.
Dressed in ivory and gold,
reflecting in the image of Aphrodite.
Her bronze skin shimmered in the sunlight,
as her flaxen fair hair flickered in a gentle zephyr.
Such was the epitome of her grace, I was mesmerised.
I could have admired her brown pearl eyes, forever.
Unaware the endless blue horizons were
now dipped in velvet and honey hues,
I forgot about the diamonds in the sky.
The moon glowed like a ruby at midnight,
shining scarlet moonlight upon her lips -
my whole being craved for just one kiss.
Before I could approach her,
I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar room,
as a nurse in a white uniform asked me;
"welcome back, are you all right?"
A poem unlived
is a poem merely written --
sustenance our words
let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
as well as tasty center, a healthy chew
needs skin-like peachy, tickly sensation,
emotive mastication – best often
lost when discarding fussy peelings
also feelings
a poem unlived is a poem merely written
endless editing...crumblings tossed
our salads before the main course
heavily garnished
each poem with a dipping
thread link – we warm at
the lava lip...deep, glowing
convulsing start, long before the page is stirred,
shaken – ready for bubbly tip
a poem unlived is a poem merely written
the sea we sail both tranquil and rage
creation an unkempt voyage of possibilities,
a nameless work rocks back and forth
cradled it longs to escape wild fluctuation
and transverse,
seeking theme and form – sanguine
transfusion, repetitively jabbing for fluid release
we call upon the mariner, captain, surgeon of
ancient crafts -- muse of many incarnations,
sage, fool of countless courts – both wallflower
and dancer – homebody and restless prancer, where
we have been and yet beam
to go – uniquely fermented we uncork
for a spotlight blow, for grand revelation
introduced with a toast, a click, a sparkly
crystal glow
staging both our fond darkness and
light – an author preparing to take
literary flight
a poem unlived
is a poem merely written --
like stopped midstream
without a river flow, banks
turned away
tepidly applauding….
A stagnant sip before the
moved-by lauding….
Though poetically smitten
dearly kittened
a poem unlived
is a poem merely written...
A is for Antenna
A is for Antenna, the two-in-one, receiving in and transmitting away.
B is for Broadband, to fire away on the high speed digital highway.
C is for Current, what a beauty, it is all but free- electron- flow.
D is for decibel, not the horrible, but a logarithmic unit and a ratio.
E is for Electrons, the teeny weeny charged particles, so light
F is for Fibre, or simply glass that passes streams of bits as light.
G is for Gain, could also mean loss, a measure of what’s in and what’s out.
H is for Harmonics, often unwanted multiples that are up and about.
I is for Ionosphere, the upper reaches of appreciable ionization
J is for Jitter, Who wants this unwanted, random fluctuation
K is for Klystron, just a tube which, in the microwave range, oscillates
L is for Limiter, thank God, the input to a system , it limits.
M is for Modulation, a wave-on -wave super imposition
N is for Noise, the hated disturbances due to heat’s action
O is for Oscillators, they are from low to ultra high frequency
P is for Pulse, not of the heartbeat, but a quick shot of energy.
Q is for Quartz, the stabilizer that is piezo-electric
R is for Regeneration, recuperating-the- sick- signal- trick.
S is for Semiconductors, not semi-precious, but indispensable
T is for Transmission, making communication finally possible,
U is for Unlimited Plans, the veritable godsend for the customer
V is for Voltage, the difference of potentials, one should remember.
W is for Waves, electromagnetic waves not the ones in the ocean,
X is for X-rays, against which the engineer should exercise caution
Y is for Yagi, it’s only an antenna, not a yogi or a tribal totem
Z is for Zirconium, hungry for neutrons in the context of atom.
That puts in a nutshell the revolution
Of electronics and communication.
02 Mar 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Cyndi Macmillan’s “ Z is for Zaria-ABC poetry” contest.
When your heart pours forth in vulnerable vacillation
When the feeling in your voice brings fervor to fluctuation…
I am all ears to every word, like a prisoner inspired before becoming a saint,
Like the vision glossed in the artist’s eye just before he lays his brush to paint
I am your morning darkness lingering upon the open eye,
Sipping your emotions in the potent oceans of your sigh
Suddenly mess has meaning as your heart rewards your mind
With the vast impasses of your praise, bliss I ever find
How can I sleep this night when I adore you so?
Not enough this love have I let you know
That in so loving, there is worthiness of living
And in our glorious receiving, our hands together sculpt body of believing
Translucent thoughts
linger on the breeze.
A sigh’s echo, counted,
trailing beneath the trees.
Images in fluctuation
reliving days gone by.
If only in the memory…
when it’s not feeling shy.
Leaves of change engulfing
the seasons that are spent
Now scattering what is now
and all that was
the day it went…
© Debra Squyres
3/17/15
7/5/17
Don't be so naive
In yourself, you better believe
While trying to achieve
Nothings perfect or always guaranteed
Staying keen
In and out of ravines
Near and far from machines
With similar and different routines
Too much fluctuation in objects, food and gasoline
Whether or not you agree
Or know what I mean
So much greed
Daily read about and seen
Meanwhile they sometimes lie and mislead
In person or through a tv screen
Can't always get great sleep or keep my hands clean
My head full of much more than steam
I don't need a guillotine
I'm going to make them bleed
Regardless of if anyone tries to intervene
Nothing will be able to come in between
Indeed you'll see who reigns supreme
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
In the northern hemisphere narwhals grow
With only two teeth you think that’s a poor show
But the prominent one grows into a sword
Breaking through from this creatures’ upper lip jaw
It spirals clockwise up to eight feet
This ivory tusk is quite unique
In the southern hemisphere it grows the opposite way
Counter clockwise biologist state
This tusk is a sensor they use for many things
Sometimes a contest to win mates of their dreams
They use this as a pick to break through the ice
This pointed spear will suffice
It's a very good weapon to ward of danger
In studies it’s also shown as some sort of ranger
It can even detect a change in external situation
Making checks it can pick up on temperature fluctuation
And a chemical analysis this sensor sends waves
It’s connected to this mammals heart and brain
They can slow it down or make it beat fast
This is one awesome creature of the past
That lives in the ocean deep and dark
A mystical warm blooded whale of the sea
A beautiful unicorn, you don’t often see
© Copyright KC.Leake
17th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For Competition October 15th 2015
A Deconstruction
I speak of nothing but
destruction
Buttered prose; a mere
distraction
Recited when the flux lines
froze
Resolved, I became a fraction
Convergent series; no inflection
Crossed divisors as I pleased
I would grasp imagination
With fingertips; resignation
Not once would cross my mind
Was each word a permutation?
Mere chance; a fluctuation
In the cosmos more than once
Like signs they go in one
direction
Number lines; clear infractions
They will reach and go no more
God rises from the deep
The god prays to the almighty
I cry over JESUS CHRIST
The clouds turn in pollution of Lord Almighty
The population bow to terrorism
Creationist door handle
The 'bong' of our Lord Jesus Christ
The twist of the Earth turning to Allah - Supreme Being
Murder, Terror
God sits in his castle
BONG BONG
The world twists and turns in Quantum Mechanics
Theoretical Lord Almighty
Judgement Day - "I breath" in my casket
The fluctuation of the Planet Earth
Le - Perception is not enough alone
I can see multiple Lord Almighties in a large quantity of planets
This perception is not enough
Definition is not enough alone
Bring me more!
Outlandish Kintegarden Simpleton
Judgement Day is insignificant
With my conceived thought
- Beyond the level of your World and Solar System
Inflated by love
Deflated by rejection
Heart’s fluctuation
Tidal breathing lunar pull ocean
Heaving monthly passion waves.
Measures of timing in surely repelling
Slow steady repeating gravity law
Winds of tomorrow and yesterday's keening
Fill canvas dreams as keels argue sorely
Rippling and driving in moments of yaw
Time tied in tidal moon fluctuation
Swinging and tolling to crash on the shore
As we spend our days
Hoping for more.
Lips moving with eyes in observance
Just like an out of body occurrence
Going through the motions
Fluctuation in my emotions
Folly gone, the lot back to concurrence
Contest: March Madness
3rd Place
He drives the beat with a burning heat,
The rhythmic fire of the street.
It synthesizes, energizes, maximizes
Life's every situation, with harmonic fluctuation.
The sound that abounds and resounds from somewhere deep.
He's found the soul of it, out on the street.
Every ounce of energy flows with simplistic synergy.
Passion and desire light his instrumental fire.
Chaos brings a cadence, laden with impatience.
Soft placid rhythms, well they just aren't in him.
But those frantic pounding beats, coming from the street,
Are a bold presentation of his soul's imagination.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Entered into: Be Yourself Contest