Best Pulsation Poems
On the edge of silence
beyond mossy-muffled stone walls
a wind chime chants—faint
like falling sparkles of stars;
honeyed musings
of a wind-spirit on the move,
west to east
a bridge of broken chords.
Cosmic animation
stirs my domestic pulsation.
In a supple sweep
from beyond the western dusk,
soft notes jangle in sweet saunter—
so like you,
an angel’s riff on an airy whiff.
O wind chanter,
I hear your chimes
as I linger
in undying love for him
…yes
I hear you, singer!
Sing to me of his approach!
For alone,
on the cold stone of a lifeless dusk,
I mourn the most.
Like a moth vibrating
around the lantern’s glow,
I feel the brush of his touch
amid breezy flutters;
flirtations
with a long blonde tress
and the white frills
of my nightdress.
O bittersweet enchantment!
O wild yet tender wind—O embracing visitor!
But how do I hold you?
How do I hold the wind, my love?
Always! Always!
You slip away
on blank paper wings!
My human nature aspires to fly
but my every heartbeat; rib-caged.
Ironclad in mortal armor.
Obliged to the grasp of gravity’s greed.
Damn the bane of my spirit’s capture
and love’s coupled yoke
that did not die with you!
Damn the bane of my lifeblood
bound to its artery stream bed!
Though my lovelorn river
pulses with throbs of a tide robbed
not even a river’s rapture
can compete with the thrills
of your unbound freedom—
oh death’s freedom!
The ringing sleigh-bell singing
of spring peepers intrudes
O wind chanter, distant wind chime,
your tinsel talk fades.
He is lost to me again—
Lost!
Lost
lost….
within the catastrophe awaits a notion
a hook, a thread, an unfurling devotion
forever falling - cascading in time
to always be his and he always mine
sometimes we follow a fading star
find stories in its essence about who we are
about-turn and unravel to expose the substrate
temptation not required for emergence of fate
take a gamble to force the reveal
let go of languor, add tension we can feel
step off the edge and await pure black
find ourselves at the beginning of the very same track
I know him, I've known this but let me dive deeper
uncover the secrets not even known to their keeper
embrace the objective, move ahead of the curve
be inside the slow dance, but simultaneously observe
view backwards, race past predestination
objectively witness moments of true captivation
see from a distance what cognition requires
show me the equation that explains our desires
for we circle and cross and create maps in the sky
bound on this path and I need to know why
there must be wisdom to our blinking pulsation
a purpose that explains all of creation
let me learn of the spark and effervesce in the trail
become one with the meaning as you lift the veil
let me overload and explode into glorious ash
to immerse and burn out in final rapturous flash
I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills.
In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats.
As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening horizons,
I put my hope in the last morning star which lusters
upon waves with sapphire iridescence shades of eternity,
flowing upon seashell shores stroking your sacred footprints.
Ever since your opulent hypnotic essence
stole the innocence of my lucent purity,
you've left me drunk on the wine of passion.
I'm stumbling like a drunkard in the dappled depth of desire,
with my provocative facade forming into a bodacious flame,
searching for my poetic pearl lost in a sea of mauve enchantment.
Wailing winds have discoloured my eyes with stained illusions,
in their darkness, I yearn for your sunlit glimmer to reappear.
I've been kissing the emptiness of porcelain moonlight,
since you left behind the taste of your fragrant lullaby.
Wondering if my kiss illuminated the ebony entities,
veiled inside your mystique of midnight eyes.
Visions of your majestic scarlet seraphim lips,
poised in sultry pulsation, forever flutter,
floating like blended opal and onyx butterflies.
Their tender beauteous softness merging
like ambrosia echoes of a cocoon, composing
the sweetness of saccharine symphonies,
caressing my soul like a magnolia breeze.
Oh my beloved ethereal lover,
will I be forever dreaming of your paradisiacal grace,
seeking your celestial scent from dusk till dawn?
Won't you gift me one shimmery glimpse
of your rialto rosette silhouette.
Forever wrap me in the sanctuary of your satin wings,
like the warm merino shawl of love's allure.
Why leave me in this state of silent saudade,
where I hunger for the silken hymn of your tongue.
Why bless me with such treasures,
only to deprive me?
The Silent One
27 December 2022
she disturbs meaning
in rhythmic pulsation
exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse;
'but don't mistake a stinging strophe for arrogance.'
'that's just fierce presence,'
moved by waves of astonishment
cascading through a nervous and vascular system
spontaneously overflowed
sea through
with a reaching iridescent tentacle
she simply, elegantly, fluoresces a gleam in your eyes
Corsican sand
on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
the night asleep
Renegade cycles
hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
Timothy Leary's child
Zebras abound
in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
from primal jowls
Leopold Bloom
did not predict ZOOM
Cosmic collisions silent
without Daniel Boone
Country music
Mix in Ragtime
from Alexander's Band
to Motown Rhyme
Andy Warhol's mind
spilled out in soup cans
Campbell's pork and beans
Welsh Rarebit also-ran
When free association
Met psychic gestalt
The resultant metastasis
Petered out beneath salt
Stream of Consciousness is out
New Age Meaninglessness is sin
Wherever Narcissism reigns
Foot Worship rushes in
The best poems at night
often come unbidden
J. Cricket fervently wished
This one hadn't been written
“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space & time. I am love & light, causing heart to chime.”
I AM GOD'S SPARK
A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven
this I am
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things
this I am
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful
as the Great I Am
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction
and this is my reveal of who I truly am
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love
and therefore yes, ... I am !!!
"The higher awakening is call God Consciousness.
In this condition you will see that all objects of
this world are your own universal self."
Quote by _Quotefancy
I have been lost in spiral thoughts,
returning to the same dark place;
and never connecting the dots,
awake, dream, sleep negative space.
Spiralling in empty stagnation,
until I let go and transcend;
rising to higher creation,
in my self universe I blend.
My new world is God's pulsation,
it is like my own self planet;
a place of pure love foundation,
enlightenment my enchantment.
Clouds pass in an azure blue sky,
I am empty of the long past;
positive, healed, aware I fly,
and my higher self space is vast.
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May 24, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/Incarnation Into An Enlightened Universe
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1458-352-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Unity Consciousness
sponsor, Seeking Unseeker, Judged 06/01/2022
Third Place
My eyes rapaciously closing from the rampant onslaught of sleep,
All the while, aromatic thoughts of her tingling my senses grappling for more time within my psyche to feel her breath upon my face.
Open, close, open, please stay open, slipping away, a final physically powerful determinant thought of her as I drift away, oh how beauty dances about her.
Morning arrives with a thunderous sentiment of arousal; throughout the oblivious night she somehow cradled my emotions.
There it is, her outlying presence, my thoughts reach her, tantalizingly embracing her from afar.
In a moment of pure rapture I feel her compassion, it devours my being with carnal desire.
Elation lingers over me, through me, shudders my mere existence with verve from some inestimable force.
I steal thoughts of her throughout the whole of the day, mind dwelling in a vacuum, heart massive with pulsation, soul ever engaging bouts with heaven.
Graciously my day over, with detachment lastly concluding, emotions now keen with fervor and fortitude.
I allow myself to revel in her exquisiteness, reach for her, take her in, and strip her of the malicious day that may have sought her out.
Embracing her, energy invigorated, ardor consuming, I take the splendor that I behold, reach deep into her essence and release my absolute love.
Night Fantasies - As moonlight blankets us in passion
Crystallized moon beams
Fractured light of endless desire
Shimmer around you as our eyes meet
Beneath a canopy of hazy luminance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
Your smile grants permission
Leaving me breathless
Serenity of the night serenades
Our hearts beat in silent yearnings
Lips find your flesh pure
Your neck sweet of perfumed nectar
A sultry sigh floats wispily to the misty heavens
As we sit entwined neath barren branch silhouettes
Exploring each other amidst swirling winds
A foggy shroud lingers silently
Desolate this rendezvous, hidden hillside
Your dark cloak drapes me, floating quietly
Mysterious against this crushed velvet sky
As beauty falls like summer rain,
Drenching my sight with you
Entering the realm of my longings
A full moon stares down
Happily enchanted by our movements
As the slumbering horizon beckons
And still I gaze upward at your charm
“I love you” I sough, feeling every pulsation of affection
Blissfully seeking the depth of the evening
You peer down through hypnotic lashes
Harmonic moans sing in a sensual duet
Echoing through tree lined shadows
Increasing in tempo, you fall to my lips
Tongues dance to the melodic rapture
Fevered vibrations rhythmically sway
Clutching my arms, arching auras lift
Your hair like chocolate ribbons flowing
A shooting star trails your breathless sighs
Euphoric fuses ignite within, exploding
Illuminating your smile, your face
I rush to meet you, simultaneous sensations
Quivering stardust ecstasy shines
Collapsing into my loving arms
As moonlight blankets us in passion
Written for the Night Fantasies poetry contest
Inspired by the top photo on the contest page
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Good Night Soupers
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
- Mary Oliver
Poetry is my flesh, blood, body, mind and soul,
My heart and its beat; skin-bone unifying whole;
In her I talk, walk, work, rest and leisurely lie;
Without her, like fish without water, I might die...!
Do I pick my tooth-brush at rising, I don't know,
My pen, as though saving sword, ever strength does show;
Feeling hungry or full, somnolent or awake,
Pulsation of poetry, like waves, in me, break...!
As impulses pull and push to-and-fro actions,
Poetry pervades reason-cum-instinct fractions;
Self-enslaving inclinations soon washed away,
Poetry, for inner warmth of freedom paves way...!
Erasing evils with poetry might be hard,
Like razing down hardest bushes of jungle-yard;
Don't yet, drops of disinfectants do some cleansing,
When rooms go messy and pathogens do fencing...?
Poetry gives strength to my weakening muscles,
My aching knee readies to fight moral-tussles;
Each step I take is an inspiring upheaval,
Toward freeing humankind from every evil...!
21 November 2022
Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
this clock on the wall, echoes through my heart's lonely walls
it laughs in seconds the pulsation of years long past
its hands stroke the circumference of my soul it thralls
it writhes against my memories in an outward cast
if only to rewind this torturous menace of time
step rearward beyond the past where you claimed my weary soul
to love you less, free my heart's chambers from this frozen clime
reclaim myself from your shadowed clutches and emerge whole
would pathways of my strides vestige less in absence of you
or become aberrated in the distance of time's beat
would my soul escape darkness and linger in brighter hues
or remain lost in the echoes of this clock's haunting bleat
October 8, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart,
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night,
my love gleamed with a gorgeous glow,
draping the sequins of your enthralling elegance.
In my psyche I felt the tempting tender caress
of your intangible mesmeric charisma,
but you sauntered away from my entranced sight
like the autumn cloud across my dream sky.
From the threshold of my desire reverie
your footprints faded away beyond the twilight.
With the turquoise thread of lingering longing,
I weaved the filigree of fantasy in my dream.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunder of tearing strife,
destructed my dream, dispersed in the debris,
as my lost love turned into a fierce whirlwind.
I heard the squelch of the submerging sorrow
swathing stealthily my broken heart,
resonating the deranged lilt of indigo pulsation
with the splitting echo from the sensory strata.
The soft touches of your departing kiss turned into lashes
of desert storm as I drifted across the dunes of deprivation
with shifting sands of time designing myriad illusion.
In the mirage flashing in your eyes I saw my demolition.
THE CONVERSATION
A stammer once told me the beauty of listening.
So I shut my big mouth and made him speak.
Till his speech became music.
And I could sing with him each syllable till his own words chocked him.
So I listened to the brief silence with my eyes closed.
And I could see myself listening to the metronome of my heart, beat at the rhythmic pulsation of a song I knew too well that I could read it with my eyes closed.
But there was a moral to his story.
Cos for that rare fleeting moment silence was louder than two empty barrels, and we could fill each other with drops of wisdom till we made an ocean.
If silence is golden, then I wanna be stingy with my words and make me a fortune.
Cos talk is still cheap and listening has no price tag.
So let the songs I sing be heard through my actions.
Let the strings I pluck be synchronized with my chest drums for my eardrums to listen.
And let that silence beneath be heard.
This is what the stammer told me.
So I listen.
Cover my ears to the talkers and make the listeners talk.
For sound is merely a cover up of the truth we seek to walk.
Beneath every stutter; beneath every beat.
Beneath every letter you utter is nothing but something beyond everything.
My sweetheart
Cover me
Be as textile of warm love
filling my breathes
Sing for me
Utter my words
Be as cloud of my heart
Raining my tones
Don't be like thorns of flowers
Wounding my dreams
You are the dancer of the first love
You are pulsation of the motionless sea
You are the light
You are the magic
You are the world of oblivion
My sweetheart
This is a pub and that is the place of worship
And this is my heart
Go wherever you want
Neither the night will ask you
Nor silence of eyes....
By Naji Almurisi
please thread quietly
then you will hear the murmur
or maybe feel it
his heart talking to your heart
an expectant pulsation
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