Best Oscillates Poems
Maple trees adorn yellow and orange blaze
Colorful vistas dance singing nature's praise
Crispy cooler days embellish in colorful ways
Brighter moon reigns over twilight's dull haze
Canvas of falling leaves oscillates in sun's rays
Colorful vistas dance singing nature's praise
Sunset orange and red sets evening-sky ablaze
Distant stars glitter igniting hues that amaze
Canvas of falling leaves oscillates in sun's rays
Birds migrating south foretell winter, as always
Meadows brown and gold attractive to gaze
Distant stars glitter igniting hues that amaze
Kids frolic in cold, happy with candy they raise
Thanksgiving dinners charm families with grace
Meadows brown and gold attractive to gaze
Autumn wraps barren trees in cinnamon glaze
Maple trees adorn yellow and orange blaze
Thanksgiving dinners charm families with grace
Crispy cooler days embellish in colorful ways
September 18, 2017
Placed first:March 2019 week 2 contest by Brian Strand
First place-Autumn Colors contest
Placed 4th in best rhyming poem contest
Categories:
oscillates, autumn,
Form:
Terzanelle
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.
Categories:
oscillates, science,
Form:
ABC
I do not wish to keep you small
Within a tiny vest pocket
You my dear
You reside within the chambers of my heart
A place so large God's spirit lives here
You walk through the archways of my mind
Whispering sweet sounds to my inner ear
Your essence oscillates through my soul
For I am you and you are me
Without you
There would be an infinite sadness
You and I were made for eternity
You are the realization of my dreams
The symphony of my joy
The gift I could not fully imagine
I marvel at the wonder of you
Thankful
Set free
You are with me
Residing
Within the chambers of my heart
Categories:
oscillates, love,
Form:
Free verse
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
Categories:
oscillates, time, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
28th &29th March 2012.
Sandy saunter through virgin sands,
The trudging pathways lead me to beach lands.
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Slight drizzle from the clouds, into the coco nut grove I move, on the hammock to lie aback.
Blue carpets waves silently lie await to gala regattas,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas.
Beneath the tepid and warm waters lie melodies churned,
Now on whipped and agitated waters surf frothy strains upturned.
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Waiting and dormant lie sands virgin white,
Making love ,spread satin like, looks sand bright.
Water gliders and surfers , the sandy shores they crowd,
Skills and mind thrills by practice they are now richly endowed.
Ah Satan sees Natasha,
They are all competing Asha, Natasha, Trasha and handsome Pasha
PALINDROMES
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Ah Satan sees Natasha
By: Sashi .Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Categories:
oscillates, nature, passion, sea, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere between the Poseidon and Azure
Is his double shaded blue that always allures;
Between the lush and chrome, green hues
That glow in layers of velvet like necklace;
With rufous brown tail feathers and long neck
With strong twig like legs which are too thick
And with the slender body and crown feathers on head
Peacocks are the boss of mass which make others dread
From the Rats to the Snakes
From the Rabbit to the Crakes
Also the night warriors Bat men
Every one is afraid of this majestic man;
From the young women to the children
From the Kookaburra to the Magpie robin
And the Ostriches from Sahara
Every bird is envious of his aura
Thousand little eyes on the long floating feathers,
Blink only when he feels his favorite weather;
When the rain god cascades down to see his dance,
And when photographers yearn to use their chance,
In the mid of the picturesque green land,
with his feathers stretched, he majestically stands;
When Koels sing ragas and Ioras hum rhythms,
Begins he, the divine dance steps; joining birds with him
'Thath Tharihita Thai', he oscillates left and right
'Thom Tharihita Thom', he jumps and floats light
'Thathom Tharihita Thathom', he lands on the land gently
'Thamthom Tharihita Thamthom'he grins and performs friendly
From heaven, retains his dance steps best
Performs he, with sheer enthusiasm and zest;
Not to entertain us or his dearest friends
But to entice his beautiful girlfriend;
Does his persistent love line dance,
Until he puts his mate into a trance;
And the planet earth revolves
Just to see them dance in love
Categories:
oscillates, animal, appreciation, art, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
When someone admires someone-
When the words of admiration-
And the sense of praise-
Are real one-
Without lies-
It oscillates a wave-
A wave of unseen effect-
Then there I say-
I feel shy-
(sami)
Categories:
oscillates, girlfriend, love, romantic,
Form:
Imagism
Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr,
Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning;
Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic,
Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whisper.
Every note—an echo of humanity's vibration,
From flamenco's fire to the finesse of a cello's undulation;
Gamelan's gongs—a gamut of sounds' timbre,
Harmonium's hum—hearts and spirits, it serenades.
In India where the sitar intricately resonates
Juxtaposed with jazz as New Orleans quavers;
Kora's strings kiss the breeze as Africa pulses.
Lyrics leap across lands—in mosaic form, it oscillates.
Marimba's mallets are on wooden keys lightly narrate
Ney's notes always navigate in a trance-like murmur;
Oud's ornate voice offers a limericking lyric
Perhaps to partake in profound kinetic kinesis.
Qanun quietly queries—a quivering jumping jubilation
Rhythms resonate—a restorative impressive intonation;
Samba's syncopation—a spirited harking harmony
Tabla's tempo—a testament of gripping grandiloquence.
Uilleann pipes uplift with urgent a fever for fervor
Violins voice the vibrancy of the endless echo;
Whistles and winds—the world's diverse diapason
Xylophone's xylography—a cross-cultural cadence.
Yodeling yonder in the Alps' billowing bellow
Zither's zephyrs—a zenith we accentuate and attune.
Categories:
oscillates, culture, dance, humanity, music,
Form:
Abecedarian
( On the eternal non-sequitur of Prose Poetry )
The mess on the passenger side floor of my dodge van is prose... or poetry?
The battle rages!
Are we dialectical heirs, or hairs?
"The cross or the cross hairs". Carrol said that.
"He was awake a long time before he remembered his heart was broken". That's Hemingway.
"A rose by any other name". Shakespeare, of course.
A poetic work in the making... A poetic mess!
Of all, only the half-drunk bottle of Merlot taunts me to exhume it.
The rest are content to be casts off of a crippled civility,
becoming themselves reminders, of the broken heart that names them.
As for me, I smoke life-shortening cigarettes in the sun-damaged van,
drink blasts of black Merlot in the shadows hush, and somewhere,
in midst of these confusing conspiracies, value oscillates- a shame-faced moon wanes.
Some draw to the light. Others, the flame!
Categories:
oscillates, allegory, poems, poetry, word
Form:
Prose Poetry
A loaded pistol,
With youthful courage till yesteryear;
Now lies naked and dormant,
And Is found to be lifeless and dead.
Somewhere, buried in my Junkyard,
Playfully tested till now in all arms to shame;
As it shyly, blushes and whispers to admit,
Murmuring its helplessness into my ears.
Ooh! My Childhood friend,
It feels like an impotent;
To be so bullet-less today.
My Golden days have all ended,
Life has become so ignorant now;
As I've become so bullet-less today.
As the pendulum constantly oscillates,
Time has traded fast on twenty wheels;
Looking for some good fortune in distant lands.
And a store-room in my backyard,
Has always remained the same;
And is still kept unchanged.
But never was any eye caught,
Not even mine;
To drool upon the nozzle of that Gun;
Like the way I used to do,
Used to lovingly do before.
Strolling down my kindergarten alley,
When a Gun was gifted on a bright Christmas morning;
It used to amaze me in my childhood days,
As I so excitedly unwrapped and got it out;
From the mysterious and magical White socks,
Which was hung on my bed; Hung all night,
Waiting for a snowy white beard old man;
A laughing sage in an exception;
Who lived on the mystical hill-side view,
Of my Steel city.
Today, after so many years,
A long craved sight fell upon it;
And it instantly drove me back,
To flash my childhood nostalgic days.
When infant Army camps used to settle,
To battle in the air for all day long;
Under the densely old,
Never claimed tree by anybody - 'Our Mango Tree'.
Ooh! How then this pistol fakingly killed,
So many nappie buddies of mine.
Who played and just acted,
To be dead as my enemies.
Ooh..! How strangely it feels like,
A game of now.
When today the lil' me gazing at any topic,
Sitting in my backyard;
Stumbled and pondered to find,
An old vintage Shot-gun of mine.
So curiously digging the wearily torn school bag,
Hanging since ages on the dampened wall.
Ooh..! So clueless, I fumbled upon,
An old vintage Shotgun of mine.
Dumped and buried under thousand other,
Essential antique toys of mine;
Which notoriously has got rotten in rust.
In closed walls of adolescence,
Where white parchments seeps overall;
From moist doors of yesterday,
Ooh..! How strangely it still feels like today.
Categories:
oscillates, age, childhood, emotions, missing,
Form:
Light Verse
Chubby cream grubby against white ice
Hungry somewhat clumsy polar bear heist
Hopefully loping over to an asylum of seals
Tusked beasts bound to become tasty meals
Damp nose oscillates, catch tongue anticipates
Hook claws extend, jagging his cumbersome gait
Ungainly angle rotates blundering bear ballerina
Jaws roar frustrated, mishap sadly signals dinner
Jolly bodied, barrel stocky well insulated brood
Swivel protruding chests to avoid being food
Fear pulls polar threat away, phew! - Relax
Pack pacify, raft drifts after cold cracks
Snowy blows his nose with hankie huge paws
Lucky that chubby has arms strong as oars
Iceberg dips, whiskers twitch while wishing
Imminent swim success - in frigid fishing
8th March 2023
Written for Contest: Cracked
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
oscillates, animal, cute, earth, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
The wheel of time churns the disowned dust,
settling on the desolate shore of deranged life,
in the tidal moments of dispersed perturbation
truth oscillates beyond clutch in chasm of chaos.
Within the destined flux of dismantling disorder
everything succumbs to change except change,
where the alchemy of accosted metamorphosis
creates the fantasy façade of transformation.
In the devastating squall of divesting depression
my mind lies disheveled in the dishabille state,
strips off the fragile layers of frail emotions,
carried away by confounded cascade of essence.
Yet, when my sand castle in the yearning shore
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
I discover the hidden flute of feelings, and play
the ecstasy tune with the melody of your memory.
________________
Not Placed In Contest : Anything Goes
Date Judged : February 8, 2022
December 4, 2022
Contest : Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Categories:
oscillates, analogy, depression, life, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Love lost
Lights all over yet darkest sight,
Betrayal is such a worst plight,
Flaring an emotional flow,
Life oscillates on stormy tide,
Rationale sways passion aside,
Lost respect for life and the glow,
Lights all over yet darkest sight,
Betrayal is such a worst plight,
Lost is the beat lost is the zeal,
Hurt isn't ever going to heal,
Flaring an emotional flow,
Lost respect for life and the glow,
Light all over yet darkest sight,
Betrayal is such a worst plight !
Written October 23rd, 2014
For Dr. Ram's contest 'Sonnetina rispetto'
Awarded 2nd place
Categories:
oscillates, lost love,
Form:
Rispetto
Invincible
Love
Overcomes
Vacancy
Everlasting
Yearning
Oscillates
Understanding
Heidi Sands
10/4/19
Placed 2nd in the three word acrostic poetry contest.
Categories:
oscillates, love,
Form:
Acrostic
The wheel of time churns the entropy dust,
settles on the stable shelf of disorganized life.
In moments of dispersed perturbation
truth oscillates beyond grasp on ripples of chaos.
In the ordained flux of disorder
everything ruffles to change except change.
The alchemy of metamorphosis
unveils the real façade of transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my mind is disheveled to dishabille state,
strips off the flimsy emotions,
confounded cascade of tear carries them all.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
I discover the hidden flute of feelings, and play
the tune of ecstasy in the symphony of memory.
November 20, 2019
Contest : Disarray
Sponsor : Nina Parmenter
December 15, 2019
Contest : Strand Special 3, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
oscillates, analogy, confusion, emotions, happiness,
Form:
Free verse