Best In Unison Poems
"In Unison between the Point of Singularity"
Rarely
notes ever compliment
suspended like points in
singularity
opposites eventually attract
silent string theories
suspended in animation
dancing around each other
flirting with the birth
of the concept
of another life
existing in
the mirrored
room of
parallels
The Double Point
a code in trust
where unseen the 5th
unknown elementals meet
The Dance of
minds in bodies -
lost,
when the You is underscored
Where the concept
of Love
touches itself and is lost
without crossing
the warm zone
In Unison
between the
Point of Singularity
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Yann Tiersen - Porz Goret
https://youtu.be/9z3jCiCrsx0
“Perhaps the string will also touch itself without crossing, like an underlined "U".
This is another kind of singularity.
Unlike the double point, it is not stable,
in the sense that a small push will lift the bottom of the "U" away
from the "underline".”
(String Theory, unstable)
Trust
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
“Trust is the glue of life.
It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication.
It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.”
"The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air."
(Alexander Pope, the Rape of the Lock, Canto 1)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity_theory
Four horses were in unison;
Pulling wagons have been;
Surely such a noble sight;
To see brought much delight.
Distinct leader one always is
May experience loneliness,
Who is an example setting;
Petting him will be letting;
Wagon with much weight;
Return home was never late
With distinguished beauty
He did complete his duty.
Wrote this about an Amish Scene.
what does it mean?
five birds swooping together in tandem
under the arm of a hickory, upward in unison
gliding as if they are fingers of one hand
are they headed toward a celebration of life?
not a sound is heard as they disappear over the ridge
five birds in sync, flying in an choreographed line
not making a big deal about it
Do you want me to tell you about hearts beating in unison, yearning for the same desire that consumes their souls,
About hands moving on their own, defying the will of those who barely control them,
About ragged breaths igniting flames, turning them into living torches of passion,
About the invitation and acceptance in their eyes, screaming with the fervor of a stormy sea?
About the burning desire to reveal what lies beneath the surface of their clothes and under their skin,
Shall I tell you the story and reveal the end of the two who held each other tightly,
As if tomorrow melted at the doorstep and time stopped for them,
Love unspoken in words, but known by heart even by the daffodils at the door?
Love that waited with devoted patience for the moment to strike—"let those who love meet,"
Love that I only glimpsed in passing, woven by me into unspoken words,
But never saw in its full splendor, a dream born of longing,
Shall I tell you the story that rose to life like a phoenix from its ashes, reborn from hidden desires?
Like forests springing from the ancestral stones of the earth, like stars born from great collisions,
Like the bright red light lingering on the paths of the setting sun in the distance,
I will tell you about the love that rises from ashes, like an echo of a secret melody,
Tell me, do you want me to tell you about that love, about that desire that never fades?
If everyone would agree in unison the world would be so changed