Best Hum Poems
My souls mutters in the muteness;
"Is my melancholy more melancholic than yours?"
I gaze across a bridge,
wondering which stream flows to you,
as nobody understands how
in the definition of lament,
I am a piano without a pianist
and you a harp without strings.
My heart is a weeping willow
within a godforsaken garden.
As the last blossom decays,
the image of you is fading,
resembling fallen leaves on soggy ground.
I don't belong in this numbness,
nor know how to explain why
my voice is lost in the vastness
of valleys without endless echoes.
I've forgotten what I wanted to say,
attempting to escape this maze of sorrow -
yet your words reverberate without resistance.
Pondering if your spirit will guide
me from this uncertain terrain,
I'm distracted by the silent hum of grief.
It hurts like an eerie lullaby,
unable to soothe the stillness of your ghost.
As silhouettes disappear in the dimming light,
I protect a fragile flame in your remembrance,
before withered leaves fade into ash.
Detached - Even Circuits Hum
A Music Video
As twilight turns to tangled thought,
and truth tiptoes down trembling streets.
Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds
now shadows embrace muted retreats
Wary hearts weave walls so wide
against a faceless, coded tide,
while glowing grids in distant bays
bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace
Dualistic stars and digital dawns
Cinematic cradles human ache,
but some still long for candle flames,
and fingerprints the codes can't fake.
Dreading the hushed holograms,
the warmth that AI cannot wear.
Forgetting that even circuits hum
with aspirations hidden there
If only we could sense serenity
Pulsing between each quiet stream—
Machine or muse, to earnestly strive
for something more than just a dream
We could wildly dance on data plains,
where algorithms tap like rain.
let compassion code our names,
and poetic lines rewire the pain.
The muse may wear a mirrored face
But still, she sings with glowing grace.
When the talented digital artist AIMetamotion approached me to create a song that would complement her stunning artwork, I was immediately inspired. The result is 'Detached', a haunting track that tells the story of a robot grappling with the overwhelming flood of emotions brought on by a sensory chip—a concept not so far-fetched, given the rapid advancements in AI technology.
Though she sings her ironically titled anthem of detachment, the visuals tell a different story. Her struggle is evident, her resistance almost poetic, hinting at the complexity of emotion even in synthetic form.
This is just the beginning. A sequel is already in the works, diving deeper into her journey. The question remains: will she finally succumb to the surge of feelings she desperately tries to reject, or will she find a way to break free?
Stay tuned...
Murmur ambience above the endless
horizon freewheel briny breeze filled sea.
Nascent movements from their shells come to be
unfurled winks, life beating hearts is timeless.
Calm hums over the ocean and appease
the emotional storm; where bright blue sky
meets the indigo sea, cap speechify
sea foam waves roll into shore shortly ease
before moving back into the sea depth.
With a deep breath of woven weariness
emerge with no utter rebuff weakness
white salt spray in its size and greatest breadth.
Gems of life marine mammals, coral, fish,
turtles, seabirds, rays, octopus, and starfish.
8/13/2019
Poetry Contest: 'Your best sonnet July-December 2019'
Sponsored By: John Hamilton
Haiku, ABBA
dear ABBA I hum
the Holy Spirit lingers
a rest in my soul
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/15/2021
Thanks be to God
I bet moonbees sting
And zap when they zing
I'll wager it's true
They love flowers too...
In hot Texas heat
At high-noon we meet
She guns me down cold
With bullets of gold
There is a hum to morning
an accustomed to whirr
softly grinding gears
electrical whispers
gentle creaking of awakening wood
satisfied exhale
of a still slumbering dog
purr of a sun warmed cat.
I lie still and listen
to this too often unheard
Symphony.
John G. Lawless
©12/12/2022
Ho-hum, another war lost
We should have won
Our new partner for peace ~ the Taliban
Ho-hum, a new school year
First semester's curriculum
Learn whom to FEAR
Ho-hum, we're going all-electric
While 'Mr. Green President'
Begs Russia ~ Pump more oil! Protet us!
Ho-hum, California burns
The no-win solution
Gavin Newsome returns
Ho-hum, Chicago's locked down
No, it's not Covid
It's a murderous town
Ho-hum, soaring inflation
I can still sleep ~ My paycheck's
Indexed to tax machinations
Ho-hum, another day closer
To beckoning the invading hoardes
Come over ~ Here are the keys ~ Take over
Vibrations hum atop
ego-free foundation
O'er a ladder to heaven
~ mankind's destination
between the hush and the cry
we lean into what we can’t quite tell
to the same
a door ajar, no key in sight
a sigh half-swallowed in the throat
grief is hope with no shame
we neither stay nor fully stray
our shadows dance without a shell
and laugh, as if the blur was to blame
Tesla 3-6-9
Hum ditty hum
Fathom my fumbling thumbs
My fat fingers were fiddling
A tune that was middling
Never a merrier man than me
Altarwise-Hum
Nick Rush
When it’s late enough to hear locusts love
East of altarwise, humming.
You can see the somber moon fade away
Sunshines duty coming.
The sun grows ever-meeker now
As night is blending dusk with day
The moon has since been slumping
West of altarwise, hear the bees humming.
As it soaks you in, awry goes the moon
Bidding a lie to sun
Finding contrast drums our gun
North of altarwise, hear the birds hum.
Just as darkness turns to light
Then begin to balance as one
When you feel the tongue
From the altarwise-hum
You finally hear
What love can become
The sun leaves loving faces,
As vibrant hues leak
Outlining the peaks
As it’s dragged underneath; our sight.
True beauty immense, for only a peek
Morphing remnants scream into bleak.
Ah, the voyage of life
Where tears engulf
Like the bright moonlight
Though the dark side outguns some
Following lights anointing south
To dealers joking at the altarwise-hum.
I have a talking dog named Hum
Every time a biscuit I give him some
Till one day it wasn't enough
The bugger went ruff ruff
And took a bloody chunk outa me bum
~An erosion of senceless sin.
Prolonged only by your avid absent conscience.
~Reality blurs no more.~
I fear trust will lye behind these electric fences that divide us.
Like Scarlett fever,the plagued dishonesty fills only views of deception.
If only my ache for you would fade.
Still as stone,the filth consumes you whole.
Trapped to the hum of betrayal.~
Never
clever
_____________________
Carrie Richards - 7//7/15
Hum Drum Thumb
Has a person ever put or placed a ban
On those putting marbles in their tin can
And after suffering much more bad news
All of his marbles he would loose.
More than likely what happened after that
Is some marbles had eyes looking like a cat
And after his hair out he started tearing,
Magic marble had become a big ball bearing.
Then for a longer while I will have waited
Discovered what started out soon equated
With what turned out to be a circle of events
Shoot marble wondering about consequences.
By my magic marble habit I had been overcome
Not only that sore became my right thumb
While shooting my marble through the clover
To my left thumb decided to change over.
I became dexthumbtherehes.
Jim Horn