Best Fluidic Poems
A cascade of fluidic silvery energies;
luminescence performs a ballet
across the waterfall hills.
Mirrored in the aqua,
Mother moon casts her facade
as water-spray tap-taps out its song
upon the river.
I am entranced as hues of blue
pervade my senses;
a spiritual moment erupts within,
as I survey the light and
a shooting star passes by
to wish upon.
My heart sings to the rhythm
of nature’s voice,
greeting Luna.
ADRIFT
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Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones
Colliding crests of clear
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors
Lingering lured beneath
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap
Embarked on his quests
To cults of creatures as featured
Foreshadowed and seen
In rippling revelation
The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse
Concocted clamantly by
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors
Mellow sweet melodies
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame
Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape
How brilliantly a defunct figure
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel
Adrift its ocean's reticence
~Poetra Jah~
Flying around so dextrously
Her wee heart beating rapidly
Humming about excitedly
O sweet water levitate me
Her wings impossible to see
Form a blurry consistency
On whim of a scent she will flee
O sweet water levitate me
Slow motion will reveal esprit
Sideways or three sixty degree
Her nuanced bluffs forever free
O sweet water levitate me
Overcoming earths gravity
Light as a summer breeze is she
My thirst now slaked subjectively
O sweet nectar levitate me
A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
How many syllables 16x8
08/25/22
the painting of pictures in the minds of readers of words
Needs wetlip brush stroke consonants as complementary colors
Rhythmic connotation rhymed alliteration as wet accentuation
so their lack of concentration will allow initiation
by sleight of hands of invitation to let forgiving magics fluidic
flow in streams of splashing dashing flashing activation
that lets the wetness of the darkness whisper slithery reactive
to the painted light of reason reflecting faintly wetly on the wall
Is it really there at all? A shiver of sensation a tingle in a fingertip
That empty tasteless hollow feeling behind or in the ears
some words are hard to follow and harder yet to find
Using them is easier than leaving them behind
In the walled wet halls of darkness
By the looking glass of fears
Instinctive genuflection
Self reflective tears
Salty recollections
Chill cold years
Sharp honed
A shiver
Pain
It's gone again
Or was it really
There
Our rainbow body
The root chakra red ~
blood awakes earth dead,
grounded, yet flowing,
for higher knowing.
Sacral lust orange ~
animal urge strange,
fluidic expansion
by procreation.
Navel tinge yellow ~
power all aglow,
in fiery action,
enables traction.
Heart’s colour is green ~
breath inking love’s sheen;
the seat of our soul,
where we become whole.
Throat centre is blue ~
words glisten like dew,
shaping what’s to come,
bidding each welcome.
Third eye’s indigo ~
tranquil stillness slow,
one with That oneness,
no separateness.
Crown is violet ~
where keyword is ‘let’:
we let God fill us,
aboard His bliss bus.
Rainbow spectrum white ~
prismatic delight,
allows us to choose
hue as of soul’s muse.
23-May-2022
Sinews like steel traps,
Contracting and expanding.
Rhythm of movements
In fluidic four-four time;
Black stallion racing the wind.
oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Nude Descending A Staircase" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
voyage of dismay
slow boat drift away
fluidic ink bring what may
godspeed through the grey
final words i pen not say
in love letter on mainstay
THE LAST LOVE LETTER
By David Kavanagh
random thoughts carom from shuttered sights
in geometric harmonies of cacophony colors
reverberating drum rolls kaleidoscopically spinning
through theoretical manoeuvres of polished possibilities
Feelings of frustration follow furrowed brows of fluidic concentration
Trying to ascertain where these thoughts began
While my partner calmly chalks her cues with over studied indifference.
Four dimensional mind games in two four time with ever changing keys
What color was that harmonic?
What kind of english was used to play it?
The loser wracks his brain cells
Then steps back for a break
Walking into something blinded by light
A painful and embarrassing experience
Remember that excessive speed can kill
Planets might be hidden at speed of light
Forget the bright idea show intelligence
A vehicle which travels faster and faster
Cannot change direction in an emergency
The light might be visible and also fluidic
Obstructions dangers will always be solid
Remember law of physics can't be changed
oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 18, 2019
Last moment of sunset upon a cobalt Ocean;
A yellow halo of a moon sketches its portrait
upon a fluidic canvas and I sink into the
sultry summer sand of a bonfire-lit beach,
wondering if life was once the same on Luna,
Gaia’s older sister.
This ancient cosmos, a library of stories
for the soul to peruse in the ethers;
I tuck away my observations, securing them
in that hall of brain records that,
they say we don’t use.
Faith is a drop of liquid light,
with many refraction’s
the mirrors of spirit reflect.
4-6-2021
Enter the 'ALL YOURS (Apr 6)' Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
slumber scarce matter ceases, dream fluidic matter is eternal
Love does not work ...?
Is that love is not machine .
Love lives on what it is,
not of what is machine ...
Love is not cultivated
with oil otherwise
it's fluidic and ethereal ...
It's only true love
when lives forever.
Love realized, is finite
but it is eternal while
life is eternal ...
Unrealized love
It's no true love ...
but a dream
joy and sadness tangled fate
one came home extremely late
my gleeful sons rods in hand deceitful river, fish they planned
shifting forest running free
twisting turns among the trees grinning water spies the meal
two young boys come to heel
laughing, spinning noonday sun
they bait their hooks in hopes of fun jumping floating rock to rock
follows the stream with no dock
fluidic arm grasps the child
muscled water river wild
lost in waves shifting death
small boy lost, weight and breath
searching, yelling, hoping, praying darkling dusk a night in making silent moan, shifting white
brought my son to my sight.
along the banks among the trees
lay my boy who coughed and wheezed
in my arms my son returned
the memory forever burned
love, live in moments they say
So often time just slips away
my sons they grew
thank god for two
could have been one...
or none