Best Resonances Poems

A big shoutout and thank you to Tom Woody for being an amazing collaborator on this epic project. Also, a huge thank you to Sam...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was...

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 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I lay wrinkled and knotted, trying to iron my crumpled self...
Vibrating with those ugly, gruesome resonances, I relive...

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Memory

I am my memory.
This piece of the world, this brief sprouting
Amongst many thinking radishes, 
Exists only as resonances within 
Lacy neurons; Flanders’ delicate patterns 
Sustained...

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They say one cannot embrace pure silence,
But can they feel the silence embracing them?
Our minds in pausing and transitions,
Could it be…that
Within our souls is an...

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Do not treat other species badly
as they would not
treat you
LoseLose badly.

Minimally,
love requires
we intend 
no aggressive monoculturing-supremacist harm.

Follow and lead
our own WinWin EarthTribe Golden Rule
toward,
and not...

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I could see stars everywhere, 
In every foggy corner, 
In the twinkling of their eyes
The exchange of goods, services, money
Some grateful and well-intentioned, others listless
Cold...

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“Beware the ides of March”.  
Thus the Soothsayer portends Calpurnia’s dreams 
Made real, blood staining Roman streets.

“Stay in touch”.
Parting words, soft spoken with questioning...

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When it pains very hard
And when eyes can no more cry
The poet in my mind whispers
The words that I write

When I am happy and gay...

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Words. Have you ever wondered 
where they come from? 
No, I don't mean their etymology, 
rather where in the brain do they spring from? 
Thoughts...

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Some are sparks

Some are the sparks from a Parliament bonfire,
That fly ever upwards to spin and whirl 
amongst the stars and then are extinguished,
falling as...

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Vanquishing Fear
                 by
Odin Roark

Her unwritten diary
Read of descriptions
glittering private
Her...

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Is this all?

Life is a country, spread before us at birth, its
Vistas stretching beyond the horizon, full of 
Mystery and anticipation. 

In the distance lie...

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My muse is standing by the window
With his beck to me
Ignoring all my questions
His eyes filled with “empty”

I have started to think
That my muse has...

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Now hushed bleak sterile corridors
recall the cries, laughter and tears
of those once termed insane;
all is still now. 
Rooms behind forbidding windows,
shutters slam-dance lazily in the...

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