Best Interchanging Poems
Body and Mind give way to the Heart and Soul.
They let the emotions take over yet remain in control.
Passion and sentiment now replace logic and reason.
Interchanging ever so slightly- as if from season to season.
Feelings flow freely, replacing all thought.
Emotions running wild without fear of being fought.
The Mind sits back and takes no part,
letting all decisions be made by the Heart.
And throughout the Body the Soul can now freely flow.
With the Heart now in control the Body can only follow.
As the Soul controls the actions revealing it's glow.
Every decision now based on "I feel" not "I think" or "I know"
Emotions unchecked by the Mind, the Heart's desires continue to grow,
and with the help of the Soul will continue to do so.
The Heart and Soul move slowly but soon control All.
This is what takes place when, in Love we fall.
Categories:
interchanging, feelings, growth, heart, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Kaleidoscopic light,
Pattern stops, and takes flight;
Resembling sunlight,
So brilliantly bright!
Beauty ever-changing,
Forever rearranging,
Colors interchanging,
And suddenly disarranging.
Purple, blue, yellow, ruby-red,
The scenery spreads.
The hues once wed,
Have once again fled!
Seeming to overcrowd
The small space allowed;
Colors are so loud,
Like rainbow after cloud.
Categories:
interchanging, beautiful, color, happy, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
You're a mad rapper
I'm a mad hatter
Ideas in my head always bleeding
So lyrics you won't be needing
You spit them
I write them
You rap them
I rhyme them
Lines we be exchanging
Like I'd be interchanging
The lanes fast on the freeway
Paving the roads leading away
From the ghetto
Like Pinocchio was to Geppetto
We be each others woodwork
Combined we be the spork
Together in our minds
Like buns on girls behinds
We ain't getting lost
Whatever the cost
We'll stay in the light
Never fly stay and fight
Cause we be the illest
Cough Cough we infect the rest
Wanting to be part of the fuss
They try and copy 'r' us
But they will never ever
Be as swift or as clever...
Categories:
interchanging, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Now transition, a transit repositionment, a white car super-imposed with consumerist propaganda. Long rectangular prism solid moving, propelled by inflatable tubes circular, and the foul engine. A refridgerator that keeps the hole in the ozen fresh and crispy.
So I'm in this thing... and the seats are filled with characters; your second generation immigrants thankful to afford a spot in the faux refugee parade, an accolade, to the American dream, staged.
And once again the prism, because last night was just too much of a blur to remember- like an unwanted poem:
Repetition,
last day was same,
and how to remember,
Monday from Thursday,
and months
only by the weather
and the multitoned coughs,
of interchanging drivers,
if poetry is false,
then all the world's a liar
a twist and shake with truth,
and the multicolored boots
of attractive women who do 'the eyeroll'-
Wolf don't love, don't care,
they wouldn't survive in the woods out there.
Categories:
interchanging, introspection, life, travel, visionary,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Love has become a splendid thing, I love you
Interchanging your soul, our souls in the fog
Of morning drizzling like joy upon the grass.
I will awake this morning, I know I shall
When I am awaken I will sing with you
I am singing for you, I know that I am
All the poems that like fresh mountain springs
Come into my heart trickling soft and slow
And pure, and clean, but above all fresh
Very fresh the scent of your nakedness, your smile
As your eyes open into my eyes looking at you
Telling you in every language and tone I love you
You will remember our lives forever wrapped
In the heart of a morning, and you will sing too
Rinsing, washing, cleansing, until our days are pure
Of yesterday's hard memories, of dark longings
And conditions that predisposed our former misery.
Roan is the color of the horse in my heart
Galloping madly to meet your gallop in the pass.
I love you, I love you, I love you, again and again
The heart will say because it cannot speak eternity.
Man speak of love then with so much vanity
Knowing that evening comes leaving a mound in the yard
The place where every grass is scraped away like a bruised knee
O darling the dream is tomorrow, memory is tomorrow
But love, our love, is for always, for all mornings
Filled with singing:
Listen to birds breaking out in chorus
Listen to bees in perfect rhythm keeping beat
With the harmony of trees, and the alto of tides
Listen, listen I say to the rivers rushing
Up the scale. Morning is like a tree laden with love
I sing it to you forever, forever, forever, I love you.
Categories:
interchanging, love, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
The preordained forgathering
An ineffable Dayspring by Night
Of the King's subjects...
Children of the Light
A convivial convocation, fervent & true
Eternal & ardent princely quietude
The Kiss of Life from the Depths Above
Unremitting, interchanging overtures of Love
Concurrent convergence in the midst of the impasse
Only to gaze upward through a sea of opaque glass
Perfect laughter; resounding illume
Radiance magnificently imbued throughout His inner room
Lofty din; unstained by sin
The movement of His Spirit transfigures yet again
This moment will be inscribed;
Yea, it shall even be outdone
Nevermore to see through a mirror dimly
Eternity yet to come
Categories:
interchanging, faith, inspirational, visionary,
Form:
From some other time, from some other race
I’ve stopped for a visit, from some other place
A sovereign soul, I retain still a trace
Of all other places I’ve been to in space
I’ll stay ‘til I’m tired and learn what I must
Then move on with joy to my home in grace
My clothes are my body, it will fall of in dust
It’s only borrowed, yet a great sacred trust
Genetics of my parents, my soul, my own
And I owe them greatly for their selfless loan
It serves for the moment, and offers a ride
To view my creation, I produced from inside
I’ve passed through the curtain to appear once again
On the stage of the theatre with all of my friends
I’ll learn from them and they’ll learn from me
Interchanging our roles, growing eternally
I retain all the best features that I ever had
With the help of my friends, to these I will add
I’ll wash out my vices, my lusts and my sin
And learn from the voice of my master within
He hears all my wishes, provides all my needs
He gives me the answers and governs my deeds
He is my silent teacher, the voice of the soul
Pushing me relentlessly toward my goal
I’ve been here many times, each time playing the role
That I most needed then, for the growth of my soul
In the fourth generation I’ll appear once again
With a plan for perfection and a lifetime to spend
Seeking final completion of an eons long quest
To reach the last level in the alchemical test
Until finally perfect, no need to return
No problems to solve, no lessons to learn
Then I can rest, my journey complete
Perfected and purified in my creators seat
Then through other dimensions in steps not yet trod
I will finally arrive to reunion with God
I chose this experience and I wrote the play
I chose the actors I perform with today
It has been what I’ve made it, none other to blame
I’m a noble and a traveler, in life’s wonderful game.
Categories:
interchanging, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
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21st century's Poet
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Categories:
interchanging, i love you, journey,
Form:
Epic
Marvel at that prosperity.
Rejoice in it's majestic fabrication.
Your mind never felt so good.
Forgotten methodical happenings.
Critters running; wildly picking at my brain.
Reading my genetics and dancing with pandas.
Normal doesn't exist.
It is only what each and every mind individually perceives as normal,
whether they base that on what they truly believe
or what they think they are supposed to believe.
Not to mention their intentions with that stereotype.
I swim in the swivels of my neurological pathway infestation.
I dabble into the smoke, I dabble within.
I sought out those interchanging dreamscapes.
The chemicals in my brain are glorious.
Dreams, alas.
Categories:
interchanging, beauty, creation, dream, heart,
Form:
Concrete
Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time.
Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat,
I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought
Pollutes my surface as is intended,
But corrodes and cankers their patron's heart.
The statue has a skin change too: skylark rest,
Merely superficial - smiles surfacing for air,
For culture goes deeper than color here.
Under the statue like a sheltering tree
I stand awed at my eroding liberty.
I count the red pennies, and watch the moods
Of racuos skylarks and people interchanging.
Standing diminished of labor's properties
And even the honesty of facade history,
I am watching skylarks sky diving for bread.
They all have long black wings
And they cry awfully; some say no one sings
Again, that rap is a longing to tell our own story.
I am listening neither rhythm nor art here
But a purposeful cry dense with bitterness.
The pennies I am counting fall, and do not roll.
Birds towering above me, on a sun scarred wall
Survey us ruefully as apart we fall:
Our ideas and paradigms like rubble and litter
The skylarks beyond our vision's fetter
Cry against the unexposed anger, the facade
That marked us polite as we crumble
Like old iron raw in salt mist and nitride air.
Under the statue of liberty the crowd mingles thoughts
In silence. The statue's massive, iron breast
Stilled, as the shrieking skylarks dive and digest
Crumbs of cold, callous film of charity
That goes easily to animals and birds, forsaking
The validity of man. Birds foment in the sky,
Skylarks still crying as the boats go pass.
A shadow with a fleeting cloud shifts and I see
The statue turns green, livid green, green as grass.
Categories:
interchanging, social, longing, cry, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Stark barren red island
Rising out of sea like sand
Changing colours reflecting
The heat and sun parched land
The shadows cast by the Olgas
Beneath a rainbow sky
Land eternal revolving
Interchanging wet and dry
Like a speck of sand in time
Are the prints of all of man
Ancient land of cycads
The hot dry breezes fan
A pitiless barren country
Giving birth to evergreen
Ghost gums like sentinels
On solitary escarpments wean
Kakadu and Katherine
And the emblem kangaroo
Solitude, the Dreamtime
And the sacred Uluru
Heart of this my country
Pulsating barren land
Land of “Never Never”
This Northern Wonderland
Categories:
interchanging, places,
Form:
Rhyme
If I was rich ...
If I was smart ...
I would be chasing girls forever
By interchanging them like gloves.
I would likely not be working
But making money all the time
I would be strong and very sporty
By working out every day.
Categories:
interchanging, dream,
Form:
Concrete
Plato's Solilique
So we join the protest of the war
with six others by the hardware store
we carry signs and cars honk us
wave at angry others who jeer us,
we find democracy, gasping, alive
lifting a stone off something that died..
It was poetry of the suburban streets
read to the unwashed.. SUVs
I am unwashed, unheardof, unashamd
unnoticed, unprepared, unaimed,
a bottle hits Patrick full throttle
It was neither half full nor half empty.
He is Plato on the steps
of the Parthenon, debating
the course of the republic
with the cars, interchanging
and the roman troops,
over the Tiber, congregating..
Categories:
interchanging, political
Form:
Rhyme
I used to think that
The world was black and white,
Wrong and right so clear,
Clear vision of who was friend
And foe, dressed in deception,
They were, interchanging, breaking
But then growing up again.
I used to think that
My plot was as any other,
Other than that of the step
Sisters unhappy ending, no, my
Ending would be beautiful, but
No, my end came in the middle,
Mid-sentence before the page
Paused to drink some tea.
I used to think that
Summer and winter never met,
Yet maybe there is still a chance
For change before all leaves
Fall upon the lifeless ground,
And yet, should sweet spring
Be left out in the cold?
I used to think that
Hunger was for meal times,
Between times, but often times
Time changed all of that
So that kind was a lie
That lay forgotten underneath
Creeping, still dark waters.
I used to think that
My thoughts saved me from
Falling into the crevice that
Quickly appeared every time I
Closed my eyes, but no, my
Mental power weakly falls with
Words spoken softly in the dark.
I used to think that
Ashes were the end, lifelessly
Lying underfoot; yet green can
Come from the grey nothingness,
New life peeking into power,
After patiently waiting in warmth.
I used to think that
A watches’ pieces placed worth,
Yet not the past, but the
Beautiful Now, knowing pure hope
Is heaven’s holy gift, given
Generously to the fallen leaves.
And so, I now know, not
Think, that I am not the
Pieces of my submerging past.
Categories:
interchanging, beautiful, bereavement, best friend,
Form:
Blank verse
Succumb to a rabbit hole, avalanche perception
Compiles tiles sliding, interchanging hues
Collapses cement rigidity command of tension
Cube covers corners interior cog subdues
Determined digits dive in darker dire dimension
Coming to glinted dug river bed treasures
Coalesce of pleasures drift in liquid suspension
Culminate in mind crowned proud avenger
Clever surface turner ensures dirt spurns limits
Combative burrow tunnel richly delivers
Coherent limber fingers edges can never inhibit
Campaign clocks widening prize winner
Squander of wonder prevents viewpoint shifted
Deficient Virus solution outrage renews
Seething bacteria rehashed in plastic indifferent
Daunt of grainy agitation, a cure debuts
13th January 2021
Kai Michael Neumann's
' If The Rubik's Cube Was Round'
Categories:
interchanging, art, conflict, culture, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme