Best Harmonics Poems
Dreamers of Dreams
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
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Images living through altered consciousness
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Distortions within space of timeless events
Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
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Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
Breath filled Angels of harmonics humming
Creation awaits upon celestial sailing seas
Imagination of paths through eternal keys.
...in reverse
Imagination of paths through eternal keys
Creation awaits upon celestial sailing seas
Breath filled Angels of harmonics humming
Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
~
Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
Distortions within space of timeless events
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Images living through altered consciousness
~
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds.
...in reverse and backward
Dreams of Dreamers
Keys eternal through paths of imagination
Seas sailing celestial upon awaits creation
Humming harmonics of Angels filled breath
Coming dreams amongst doors opening death
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Segments mysterious admits parallel portions
Events timeless of space within distortions
Bottomless falling forever changing stages
Consciousness altered through living images
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Brewing fluidly firing neurons are absorbent
Moving eyes rapid are deceived and dormant
Reminds raging lives in awakenings torturous
Minds microcosmic of realities incongruous.
Aug.28.2018
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for any contest
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Silent One...in response to the recent passing of his Grandfather...and to my Mom, who passed away last Oct...may they always live in our dreams...
...I don't know if this form exists or if it's even acceptable...but is very challenging and fun...just for the heck of it...I'm calling it...a 360 Double Helix Reversible...if you have another title, please soup mail me...love & light... ^WW^
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.
It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Oh! how gems sparkle from glinted morning dew
Wooing your view, amber rays peeking through,
Enamoring jubilation as missives of love I renew
On halo of golden sun inscribing ovations anew
Blushing purple hues, scintillating skyline blue,
Venerating day precious~ my stellar gift for you.
Arrayed in crystal vase are red-roses you adore
Where silken petals gleam, evoking springs of yore,
In bouquet of our memories exulting evermore,
For you are the love-blossoms my passions implore
Titillating heart today, tomorrow, and forever;
Answering my prayer, you’re life’s holy endeavor.
Birds gently awakened you strumming your song
As cadence of my soul, extolling you sings along,
For endearing is the appeal buoyant on your zeal
Soothing me in your bliss, forlorn tears you heal,
My cheerful theme you are, deity of eternal glee,
You are my voice of poetry, exhilarating as can be.
Fabulously shines your smile on splendor of today
As dreams satiated replay waltzing rhythms of ballet
When lyrical praises of lifelong allegiances convey:
You are the guitar my heartbeats ceaselessly play,
You are the harmonics, tunes of symphonies sway
In chorus of heart’s music celebrating your birthday.
September 4, 2021
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SONNET for the PASTOR on EASTER DAY
The tale that you retold from ancient time
To many now would seem of little moment
Yet your art gave it life, a mental chime
That rang in heart and mind harmonics potent
With words while unaffected yet profound
That resonated cerebral with sentience
You aroused a curiosity spellbound
On questions transcendental in their essence
Your warmth as of this sunny Easter Day
And clarity as in a cool Spring stream
A sustenance to heart and mind conveyed
To give us cause to contemplate the meme
Did God take human form without exemption
Confront death then rise and give to us redemption?
Sea in cool of evening;
course-wind and surf stirs me.
Stars open the heavens;
invited to high tea
with the Lord’s harmonics.
No better place to be.
The ceaseless beating of a drum,
fast marks our days ‘til we are done.
Our time will come, our time will come.
Listen, listen, can you hear it?
Growing louder as you near it,
as men of courage, cowering, fear it.
A distant, daunting, haunting hum,
vibrations of a tympanum,
of time to come, of time to come.
Strings of the cosmic tympanum,
vibrating ‘branes as they are strum,
keep perfect time ‘til we are done.
Drum beats of infinite duration,
a cosmic tintinnabulation,
God’s multiversal modulation.
In resonance the yogis “OM”
harmonics of the cosmic thrum,
that marks our days ‘til we are done.
The poets and the prophets pray
their words of warning will convey
why we should cherish every day:
Blake wrote with vision, somber, sour,
“Eternity in just one hour.”
Just long enough to smell a flower,
before the beasts of time devour.
Look, to the stars, where we began,
now turn around and you are old.
Go, smell the flowers, while you can,
soon you’ll be buried in the cold.
For the ceaseless beating of a drum,
fast marks our days ‘til we are done.
Our time will come ... my time has come!
For the ceaseless beating of a drum,
fast mar …
Submitted 6-8-2020.
Drinking this bubonic tonic
with sonic running through my veins,
making these feelings seem platonic
and the world a bit brighter and better
with these quadraphonic sounds
and with these hydroponic pounds
of this atomic chronic
i'm not so shallow and bitter.
every sound electronic,
and made monophonic,
the dances moves suffer,
all anamatronic
until that iconic bass drop
starts attacking tectonics
with so much Napoleonic rage,
it moves these symphonics
to super, hyper, ultrasonic.
johnny mnuemonic's
not just hooked on phonics anymore,
but instead he's a supersonic supernova
among the stars a Casanova
exploding with the
sounds of natures conics
that would make Pythagoras proud,
the demonic harmonics echo behind him
like a shadow fading as the sun goes down.
"Hey just give me a minute to level my locks"
She told her husband who was playing a groan box
He stopped his harmonics
And changed his tectonics
Used histrionics "you are running out of clocks"
Bodhisattvas turn airflow into flames,
water into Earth
as Jesus turned baptismal waters
into blood red rivers
of warm nutritious wine.
Bodhisattvas,
like Messiah prophets and saints,
long for
belong to
the baptismal political economy
of cooperative ecotherapeutic waters,
as yin flows air MidWay notnot pathological
through Yang's Great Transitional flames
ecstatically leaping,
empowerment "hungry"
for air's co-arising health-optimizing
embrace
as ReGeneration
balance evolving waves
of neuro-conscious language
logos thoughts
deeper mythos feelings
inviting ecological ethos.
When our political voices become too didactic
we listen wiser for more lyrically cooperative outputs
with denser harmonics,
singing and dancing in
bilateral resonant appositionals
polycultures
polypaths
optimally nurturing ego/eco-health perpetuation,
regenerative yang/yin dipolarity
of deep wealth EarthTribe.
While these singers and dancers
disconcert their way
maintaining (0)-investment PlaceHolder mentations,
SpaceTime Unitarian-Integral Occupation,
unbiassed polypathic attention
to neuro/eco-systemic ethics
and shared bipartisan norms
and co-invested political cooperative values
Natural communion economies of cooperation with Other
v competition for sufficient compassionate time
to heal threats to politically dense wealth outcomes
These are all held in Common Symbolic Messages
as invitations to positive individual freedom development
of positive values
with nutritionally regenerative purpose
emerging future Bodhisattva Co-ReGenerators
Composed of past,
and disposed toward future, healthy love
of neuro/eco-passionate balancing
fractal mind enlightenment
and dialectical body empowerment
Where red flame
of dawn's Earth matriarchal warning
meets red fears
of long dark-swept patriarchal past.
It's just a beating of the quixotic lender leading leash of uneven harmonics,
sweltering beans roasting on an Amish kettle car,
deepening of the reeds
and all of them apart-
it's wasting without scenes,
warring of weeds,
characterizations in beams,
fledglings of seams,
scouring like they had no other creed,
pulsating wishes of luminary becoming word-
so I could capture your beautiful skin, as it is rowed like canvas across the great metropolis and it's landscape alike!
Taking a hike for more time spent in your eye's,
and everything that I can't even pay for with my life.
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Staircases of lost trails
of thoughts in the ancient
recesses, nooks and corners,
in the half-drawn zebra-crossings,
and anomalies of lives
that intersect to deviate
into the realms of not knowing,
in the half-empty shops
that sell enchantment,
in the giant-bridge that overlooks
a breathless flow of an uncanny water
that connects parallel dreamy lands
of unyielding mysteries,
in those rooms of blue benches
and dusts of hasty chalk-throws,
or grounds of emerald
bathed in a sublime light
of a morning sun of my ancient days,
in the scribbles that remain
in the pages of my unforgiving memory,
in the beats of dhak, the wilderness
of my mythical joy, of colors,
of countless harmonics,
and the fairy-tale comeback of
an endearing goddess,
everytime,
in the fierce flow of roaring crowd
and that quaint bookstore on my
favorite pavement,
in farewells of people
who meet perchance in the alleys
of rusty, frantic mayhem
before they get lost in everyday,
in the forsaken poem
of vivid insurgence,
in smiles of conjoined thoughts,
in sudden storms of noetics,
in the falling for, in
the collision of asteroid-like souls
that collapse into a fierce,
maddening story, in the
growing-apart of those
half-made story-pieces
that flow away with
the winds of merciless change,
in the whimpering of thrown-away
worlds, and tinkling of chimes
on the window of longing-----
O my lovelorn city, how are you?
Why is digital form always binary functional?
asked the student of bilateral self-surmise.
Why is polynomial information
always binomially self-reflective?
asked the student
of Me/We synergetic surprise.
Because analogical function
evolves bilateral virtuous
and invidious comparison,
double-bound as negative
with dipolar positive comparisons
evolving future rebalancing
midway views
Ergodically whole yet open systemic
co-gravitating
co-regenerating
ionic synergy
sometimes ironic double-bound energy
Bicamerally nondual
deductive/inductive
outside/inside consciousness
of 4Dimensional convex space
concave bilateral time perception,
double-elliptical prime relational,
zeroistically permaculturing
savoring scent of wealthier multicultural feel.
Why do two negatives seem to play OK together
while two positives act like mutually monolithic homophobes?
While not as strong as the co-ionic Yang/Yin bond
of positive on and over,
surrounding convexly
what remains bilaterally concavely negative enclosed,
this co-dependent lust forms one Yang-strong dipolarity
while YinYin mutual subsidiary win-win double-binding co-gravitation
remains Janus-equivalent empowered midway
tipping multiculturing points
Our way toward double lose-lose mutually aggressive
ego-
and anthro-
supremacy,
LeftBrain verbal exclusivity,
encultured narcissistic
egocentric oppositional disorder
of competitive Win/Lose traumatic economic history's
capitalistic best
Not-Not rhyming full-bodied open Yes!,
a neurosystemic bilateral nest
of equivalent conjoined contentment,
cooperatively mutual ego/eco-identity,
midway between polynomial universality
and reverse binomial integral-unity,
Riding a razor's edge of mutual appreciation
within this great cooperative transitional revolution
of nondualistic bicameral
co-arising in/out-volutionary
ego-health/eco-wealth Win/Win theory.
Sing strong
practiced crown harmonics;
dance long
resiliently rooted resonance,
resolving EarthPassioned sustenance.
Make us weep for more.
Agate skies filled with cloud-swirls;
twisting, turning rivers of music dance above.
Below angry magma bubbles up a sea of madness.
Its chaotic belching disrupts all life.
Earth is full of dragons, all colors, shapes and sizes.
Slaying dragons is a waste when no one realizes
what they've done.
Perhaps we need those dragons more than we know.
Opposites are everywhere; yin and yang provide a balance.
Black and white, left and right,
love and hate, war and peace but,
blind humans see only one side.
One-sidedness is the great destroyer today.
A well-oiled Earth runs on diversity.
Cloud-swirls and angry belching magma are different cogs
working together.
Dragons are as necessary as everything else
and we must learn to teach instead of destroying them; to…
tame our dragons.
Earth needs color and sound to survive balanced chaos and harmonics ensure a smoothly running planet in a universe of well-oiled, celestial machines.