Best Resonance Poems
Earth health-love resonance
is bird song
contrasted to dissonance
of non-ecologos
decaying cars
and non-theomythic truck technologies
of terror
and mismanaged motorcycles
flowing incessantly by.
Optimal resonance lives inside an eco-forested bird sanctuary
before and after a WestWind storming toward East
contrasted to challenged resonance
of living every WinLose day
next to a bird-nested tree
and a State HighWay.
These influence our polycultural health-love outcome potential
hearing Either-Or deductive contrast
as Left-oppositional and Right-appositional,
bipolar egocentric and dipolar eco-harmonic,
and see Both-And induced comparisons
polypathic wonder of ego-health potential
with polyphonic awe for eco-wealth integrity,
And not so monoculturing mundane much
as simply and always Win-Lose fundamentalism,
Either deductively successful
Or reductively impossible;
anti-inductive mistrust.
Future Search of a newborn child,
Both-And Elder RightBrained,
regardless of species
or multicultural seasoning,
is boundaried by DNA-RNA's historical
holonic iconic meaning
folding-unfolding fractals
in emerging-submerging bilateral Time.
In this same way,
Future Search of post-millennial Real 4Dimensional Time
regeneration
is double-boundaried
by WinWin PositivEnergy
historical and ecological confluent memories
and LoseLose NegativEntropic
dissonant
absence of Future WinWin ReSearchers,
whistling birdsong favorites
after climatic WesternDominant storms.
BeLoved Resonant
mythic mystery
lies within wu-wei cusps
Tipping Points of Left-nature with Right-spirit,
secular experience of and for sacred iconic memory,
ecologos and theomythos
reweaving
reconnecting Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
EgoPatriarchs in healthy love with WiseElder EcoMatriarchs
inside as outside,
within as without,
below as above
Zero Health-Articulating Zones
for Win-Win love.
Reso-
nance
comes,
I feel
it
now
as
a
hum
in
my
be-
ing
and
then through
my fingers. And soon
you will feel it deep in your
chest, your heart, your
blood and your soul.
We feel it, this time is
nothing but shaking.
But know you are not
alone. Everything is shaking
together. Dropped stones send
ripples dancing through little ponds
a thousand lives deep. You feel what I
felt, and all I needed was a few strings
and some wood. Expression is much
like the old alchemy. All I needed
for you to hear my story was
a few strings and some
wood.
Dying on the inside,
withered tears falling on fallow hope
Bittersweet memories
rooted in moist pain of barren joy
Too many loving words left unsaid,
drowning silence
suffocates every wet pillow thought
Echoes of emptiness
from a weak heartbeat half-dead
Lonely fetal prone vibration
is the womb resonance of separation
Premature parting
births an untimely mute scream
Not enough loving words heard,
forgiveness buried
under a flatline document signed
Waning pulse vibration
accompanies the sunset stroke
of stillborn liberation
Ill-fated past sorrow
is the weeping willow delivery repose
of a dead tomorrow
Bereaved eyes misty blind
search for the halo light of balm divination
Revived resonant prism of being,
trying to find a new life meaning,
now emerging from the womb of separation
A word
declared to stand
without polarity
is then said to
appear as everything:
a nutshell narrative
declaring wholeness
lacking only a
flash of resonance~~
Brighter so than burnished Gold, Is the spirit truth be told..'
Where around the haven home, riches are beyond knowledge shown..
Enheartning though despair stands by..' The possibility's all; under Gods good
sky,
Where hearths are polished, by loving hands; there faith and perserverence
stand!
The time of the flesh a passing tide, till we go on through to Emmanuel's side
Where no corruption there will be, under the boughs of the living tree.
When will it happen that
in an assemblage of
two or three computers,
in a house wired badly
by a drunken electrician
twenty years before, a
steady wave pulse emerges
between the dishwasher,
and the espresso machine
and connects to the shorted
out garage door opener that
a persona will appear and
announce to the startled
occupant of the house,
"I am here"
resonance of rain
an azure sky now darkened…
unseen tears roll down
Contest: Dark Rain (haiku)
4th place
The peril coiled does not replay
the beauty of notes teamed relay
some carry over, some parlay
is echoed by the sounds that stay!
Within the music's balanced chords
that building up, intensive, scored
to sense the freedom, soul's restored
some empathy of runways toward!
It is this movement I contrive
as word to thought have so implied
and note to note, between recite
the fullness living stands to write ~
Resonance as the hearing's tried
in meters gate is amplified
another line, the structure's time
in prayer beseech to purify!
If moment's glory, so be gone
the will to live . . . .would carry on!
Ludwig Van Beethoven 9th Symphony Herbert Von Karajan Berlin Orchestration
Berlin Wall Celebration 1989. Go to: www.ludwigvanbeethoven.com
"Listen and Think!"
Through a world of discordance, I found You.
From bane to bliss, You lifted me.
With a soul so resonate Your words.
With a spirit so lifted in jubilant assent.
In resonance of Your divine touch I praise
With peace I am saved by Your grace
I am a broken man without a home*,
My teeth don't feel right... and I sometimes shake.
There is a difference, now that you are gone.
Of all these, only pain keeps me awake:
Sunsets, cold breezes, heat, and pain, and time...
Of all of these, just pain keeps me awake!
I have a scurvy mood, and there's no lime...
And I am dumb and blind and full of ache.
...And yet, I dream, and Live and Love to Sing!
I go outside, am struck! I can't stay numb!
I pray like Joy's my only steadfast thing!
I bleed, and hurt, stumble... my Voice goes dumb...
But none of these can equal your sweet Smile!
And so, I'll stop, and SEE it, for a while!
*NOTE: For Honesty's sake: I am not homeless, AF
One boom,
Excitement; what,
Distraction so quickly,
Anxious to a maximum thrust.
Astounded, wondering, if others heard.
Expressive quiet; following,
Lost, for just a minute,
Bewildered shake,
One boom,
written for
Sponsor nette onclaud
Contest Name SOUND OF EMOTION
Death's door digging and digging down to doom.
Hell’s hanging hound howling howling for souls.
Demons torturing, stabbing stabbing and stabbing again wounding nothing.
Fire spreads spreading to the slaughterlands where people die die die.
Wailing of the damned damned and the doomed doomed fill the air.
Vile vile men end up here, they are now silently smiling as they are gutted gutted gutted! YES!
Fresh blood drips from the walls and is lapped up up by the monster, he gobbles your gizzards!
Bones are crushed crushed crushed! The sound alone annoys Satan himself!
OH! The LAND of the wicked! The LAND of the Nasty! The LAND of the Diabolical!
YES, YES!
ENJOY LUCIFER’S PLAYGROUND! FOR YOU WILL PLAY….
FOREVER!
I wonder if those same bells still ring each day
Or whether they have ceased to play.
When I was young, similar bells chimed
From the church not far down the hill
Only a block away.
It is doubtful they would chime nowadays
More than once or twice each day,
No longer upon the hour.
Will the bells continue to ring across the globe?
Will I have absorbed their vibrations from
The passage of time right after
I will have been meeting you in the dandelions?
Bells possess resonance
They are symbols
They're ringing somewhere now
I've appreciated the sound of them
I've continuously enjoyed their chatter
Music is emanating from bells
They've been changing my world,
Keeping this young mind entertained
Bells stimulated our brains
Bells were creators of waves
That were changing the quality of life
After we had accepted them
We had been living our lives in wondrous
Ignorance of the rhythmical sounds of nature
That will fill our spirits until we will be longing for more
The chimes will have sounded by noon,
A few hours after they will have been finalizing
The wishes of our ancestors.
To partake in the absorption of bell sounds
Invites our playful spirits
To return to childhood once again with
The ancestors who are now in the wind
Their gentleness forever ascending
Their love unending
There was no room for her honesty,
words turned from a false narrative;
Witnessing the start of this sham
birthed a brand new breed of justice;
Bustling bonfires burn so brightly;
Stay and fight? Her prerogative;
She stole back a stolen rhythm
just to toss in shrewd resonance;
Gospel sung from her diaphragm,
uttered in such sweet defiance.
I've travelled a bit
Been to places, seen stuff
Met amazing folks
'til it seemed like enough
On my doorstep I found
Something far in excess
Of my wishes for friendship
If I truly confess
We can talk about love
Or the fanning of flame
But I'm peering much deeper
Again and again
There is something much clearer
If some time you can spare me
It is love but it's not and
I know that's contrary
It's a frequency vibe
It's the bell we can toll
With a resonance heard
By a familiar soul
I won't talk about home
For this is not a place.
Not a season or time
Or a prettier face
Like a journey within
A soul sister or brother
A connection profound;
Being lost with another
Suffice is to say
Come hail, snow or rain
Now I've found you, my friend
Lost with you I'll remain