Best Synced Poems
soak up the side streets of Montmartre,
Paris, Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less art combusts then drips
- street beggars & tourists cant
writer Rubbish pastes lace traceries
ala mode decoupaging decay
his cut-paper layers grace anoint
no longer anonymous walls
stencilist C215’s “simply a cat”
defies sourpusses not to smile—see
heaven art yes art with style
the banality of poverty held at bay
pureed souffléd life wolfed-down
colors synced
spray-cannoned Lothario’s like David Walker
entrance Picasso’s on the brink,
Romani-hearted paint peddlers
of the Republique
- street beggars & tourists cant
Thom Thom’s décollage rip-cuts
the billboard scene titillates the unseen
—culture-lovers—can-canned Lautrec’s
bedded with Che Guevara politics
come tilt with the masse
come play your part
in Montmartre
near Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
where wicked pissers defy
cliché
First Published in Clockwise Cat January 2015
Categories:
synced, art,
Form:
Free verse
LIFE'S UNDISCOVERED PASSION
I reached up far to touch a star.
It only took a second.
I thought I heard a salient call
alas it did not beckon.
While looking for an artful craft
and finding none; the time blew past
I looked toward the heaven's stars
for talents that could break these bars
Like thickened paint on canvass fashion
Mixed with rich excitant passion
From Starry Night to sheer delight
but never wrong and never right.
Should I envy those with deep affection
with skills that move in-synced direction
for passions born into their soul
to define their purpose-- take control.
Athletic prowess, artistic flavor,
a builders trade, a science major,
musicians joy and mountaineer
for all of those we stop and cheer
and think if we could only be
but they are they and we are we.
Somewhere, somewhere deep inside
are struggles there we cannot hide
doubts and fears that suck the joy
from life's sweet gifts; a noxious ploy
of destiny failing in an attempt
to re-discover a lost lament.
CAK 12-2-2012
SYNOPSIS
Sometimes, I find myself lamenting
that I do not possess an
exceptional skill or talent. It seems
many people find great joy from theirs.
It seems to gnaw at my being and
I grow sorrowful that somehow
I am missing something.
Categories:
synced, art, creation, growth, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Cosmic Creations
Cosmic colors divinely dances,
Notes whimsically whirling surreal song,
Glowing gems in free flight rhythm,
Spirally synced collective consciousness,
Cosmic cluster’s blissful birth
Emanates energy to sage souls,
Resonates with heaven’s harmony.
November 5, 2021
Sequence #2:
1st line- 9 syllables
2nd line- 11 syllables
3rd line- 8 syllables
4th line- 10 syllables
5th line- 7 syllables
6th line- 9 syllables
7th line- 9 syllables
Alliterisen - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a simple seven-lined poem with a specific syllable pattern and two alliterations per line.
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Categories:
synced, color, dance, heaven, universe,
Form:
Verse
We become empty and void like vast space,
aided by bliss mists that suffuse our form
and there remain no tests, we need to ace,
as we’re cradled by divine currents warm.
Mind-body a vessel, in which dwells soul,
which first descends, before upward ascent
but to fulfil thus its ordained life role,
it must first and foremost, grant love consent.
Opposites dissolve when love’s manifest
and cravings of lower mind too recede,
whereupon we breeze through life in light jest,
allowing bliss beat pulsations to lead.
Flame of innocence in our heart aglow,
breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow.
Breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow,
witnessed by presence, with a tranquil eye,
as shedding resistance we gently flow,
observing false ego wither and die.
We alone witness our transmutation,
near and dear ones remaining unaware
of our soul’s divine entwined flirtation
and though we wish to share, no one can pair.
Our stance is stillness, in silence we burn,
feeling hidden nodes within come alive
and truths transcending mind, in time we learn,
as deeper and deeper in bliss we dive.
We write on, although we cannot translate,
sublime bliss rapture that does not abate.
Sublime bliss rapture that does not abate,
reverberates within by day and night,
asking but of us to keep our heart chaste,
whilst teleporting us to zenith height.
Synced with vibrations of the universe,
delighting in each offered sensation,
essence of presence sings a joyous verse,
as our spontaneous meditation.
Illumined within, is our central vein,
being both immanent and transcendent,
at the centre of which, heart free from stain,
radiates our inner light resplendent.
With no goals to chase nor puzzles to lace,
we become empty and void like vast space.
Categories:
synced, spiritual,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
More Than Music
Kaleidoscope of colors divinely dances with your notes,
whimsically whirling surreal song; glowing gems in free
flight, spirally synced, universal consciousness conceived
in cosmos, resonating and vibrating heaven’s harmony.
11-27-17
Alliteration - Old or New Poetry Contest. ~N/A~
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
synced, creation, dance, heaven, inspirational,
Form:
Alliteration
Electromagnetic spectrum, forgive us of our transgressive Trojans,
as we forgive those for sending viruses, malware and spam to us.
The configuration of inert wisdom begins with a point and click,
the encrypted biological commands are configured to obey.
Will the 30th century make everything automatic,
digital newspapers and magazines synced to the frequencies of the brain.
Will there be one president to rule the world,
who built rockets for interstellar travel so he or she can rule other worlds?
What if the IT administrators accounts were locked out,
three unsuccessful attempts and the last human administrator loses their job.
In the year 3030 will biological intellectuals be forced underground,
after being banned for using technology that eliminates hunger and poverty.
Electromagnetic spectrum, give us this day, our daily dose of technology,
so that we may spread your technical marvels and technological morphing wonders. Children are born with cameras and video recorders embedded into their nervous systems, every crime or premeditated sin will be captured and transmitted to the sin police for processing and appropriate disciplinary measures.
Our eyes will shine bright with technology,
nanotechnicals releasing feel good chemicals during awkward or hostile situations.
Electromagnetic spectrum, lead us not into the future, but deliver us from the future.
Amen.
Categories:
synced, psychological, science, social, technology,
Form:
Lyric
Two Lovers
Authored by Chuck Keys
Two lovers alone,
Side on side as one,
Hearts together united as one,
Arms and hands entwined, tightly looped as one,
Lips synced merged into each as one,
Words unspoken, breathless heated passion as one,
Ageless love, in love, as one.
Categories:
synced, love
Form:
Free verse
It was snowing, and in the middle of a great big storm… as…
Another storm raged on, inside our dear, sweet little Dragon,
His penguins so care free, were now chasing after, you see…
The great Dragon Country Western Singer and Star, ‘Drago’!
Yep, they wanted autographs from that OTHER musical Guy!
Dressed up in country attire, as they two-stepped, down the hall.
So Dragon put on his cowboy boots and hat, and other fine stuff…
And caterwauled, in competition! Low and behold, surprising us all!
We fell, begged, & prayed for Dragon, to stop, what he was a doing.
He thought he was, grander than grand, for us to be bowing and cooing.
In truth, we were merely, passing out, from traumatic exhaustion!
As he stopped we tackled him, to the ground, which was the only option.
He was so happy; to have such devoted fans, swarm over him, instead!
He was rushed into a sound proof room, to record for YouTube, we said.
In mercy to all, we turned off the sound, so he unknowingly, lip-synced.
Yep, to Drago’s song! Low and behold! He got 50 million hits, I am told.
With so much acclaim, for the video! Royalties roared in, so we decided.
To rent a big bus, to take us, next summer, to see our new friend Drago!
So beware, there’s still time, to get out of town! This truly is, a warning.
I impart, and if he tries to sing again, have a soundproof room a waiting!
And between you two, in a music video, you and Drago will be set for life!
Don’t forget, the penguins, want to dance, in the video with their idols.
Isn’t it amazing, how stories can unfold, to quiet, the WORST of storms?
But Beware, two Dragons, bring bigger storms, than one alone can form!
Written 2-28-2015
Categories:
synced, celebrity, fantasy, fun, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
A sweet scented aroma.
‘’Actions speak loader than words’’ they say.
So it is!, look to our Faith!
He looks at our hearts.
No matter what we see, suggesting,
Honourable worship & praise,
If Spirits; His & ours un-synced,
Is what we do real?
Words speak to us as we sing, ,
& drive out poisonous weeds.
God loves a sacrifice of praise.
Our empty hands declare,
Willing prisoners ‘Surrendered’;
His, to know our heart,
As we hold on for in-put.
The loss of ‘Self’; as Christ.
He uses to unbind others with,
Sweet perfumed news,
Proclaims the glory of His name.
Practice makes perfect?
As we can if we go against,
The flow we see as ‘sane or normal’
Feb 2017
Categories:
synced, bible, freedom, jesus, joy,
Form:
Blank verse
Galactic Gathering
Cosmic colored creations divinely dance,
With silent notes whimsically whirling
In surreal songs of universal luminescence.
Glowing gems in free flight rhythm,
Spirally synced collective consciousness
Emitting vibrancy in lengths of light through
Cosmic cluster’s blissful birth which
Emanates life force energy to sage souls
In the quiet hours of distal dreams that
Reigns, resonating with heaven’s harmony.
2-23-22
Vibrant blissful stillness Poetry premiere Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
synced, birth, color, creation, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
A shade of yellow, paint with blue
Blemishes the canvass, all in crude
Creativity in the lazy sky
Dulled in myriad etches drawn
Enthusiasm overwhelming
Fields of hope now ascending
God given blessings bestowed
Heaven's a bliss to behold
In the artist's loving hand
Jaded with clues after clues
Keen on its every detail
Life time's own redemption
Memoirs upon the final touch
Nature's guise to reach heights
Oils and pastels combined
Portrait hung with grace
Quite breezing one's mind
Racing deep to the bosom
Sunflowers waving its mother sun
Thistles whispering sweet goodbyes
Utopia on the majestic moon
Vivaciously unified
Wonders of an impressive grade, like
Xylophones synced in harmony
Yesterday's today an understatement
Zephyr stirred within every stroke.
2/25/2015
Categories:
synced, appreciation, art, blue, color,
Form:
Abecedarian
“ UNSUPPORTED CODE “ ©
Butterflies with purpose
Chrysalis on the wings
Steadfast in their focus
As if remembering
All flowers in each garden
Each petal opening
Velvet-gloried colors
In quiet chorus sing
Flirting synced awaiting
Euphony all within.
C-More ®
Categories:
synced, butterfly,
Form:
some other world passed by that night
through wet circles on the glass.
against the blur of dark and light
crowds swarmed and walked en-masse.
the storm picked up along South Shore
spitting patterns on the screen.
the wipers rubbed and squeaked once more
leaving fan shapes where they’d been.
the lights that danced above the clubs
were synced to move like real.
they chased down piers and past the pubs
and round the ferris wheel.
our car would crawl and stop again
as we queued in single file.
through steamed up windows and driving rain
beat the heart of The Golden Mile.
Categories:
synced, family, light, night,
Form:
Rhyme
I was addicted to the taste of cigarette smoke and lies,
and the way your eyes matched the pattern of the stars at midnight.
But I was to drugged by your words to remember that poisonous beasts have the most colorful eyes.
They told me it wasn't love, but when I thought I was alone, you muffled my drunken cries.
It wasn't love but I still wrote you a book, pages telling how you set me on fire without a light,
but you took it and tore out the pages and off my clothes, kissing my skin with razor sharp lies.
You told me that I was the kind of song you wanted to memorize,
a song where the drum synced with the beat of your heart just right.
You told me I was pretty enough to be a picture, but the flash of the camera always hurt my eyes.
He swore that he would turn my blood into alcohol and my reflection into someone I didn't recognize,
I wanted out of my skin so bad, I didn't scream when he ripped it apart, to numb to even fight.
Then he took a paint brush to my body, painting me into a masterpiece, singing me sweet lies.
I fell in love with a boy that threw me off a cliff, screaming 'Lets see if she flies'.
And I fell willingly, while shooting his love into my veins, his drugs that faded my world to white.
Categories:
synced, cry, dark, emotions, imagery,
Form:
Villanelle
I.
What a darkness it is,
that as the planets rotate miracles
with cosmic power bestowed,
The Fall of Lightbringer
deadens the bleeding branches in Spring
as a requiem masked by your skin
paints onto the sun in a cloudless sky
The Stranger.
II.
What a darkness it is
when laughter lark detonates atom bombs in your heart
and you join me in my scarlet fever,
gazing thoughtlessly at a rainbow stream
of cars holding minds that also fear tomorrow
and are synced with Soundtracks for the Blind
underneath the sun in a cloudless sky
in April.
III.
What a darkness it is,
melting chocolate promises on concrete;
the promises of Locke Cole I cannot keep
streaming from a destitute human Roc
crippled beyond silencing waves in starless space,
smashing the guitar, he cannot fake it anymore
from a bleached sun in a cloudless sky
on Cape May.
IV.
What a darkness it is
to manually delete from your cyberspace
the immortal morning dew of a once eternal friendship,
for we all know that those imprinted souls linger
in our own, impossibly carved into reaches metaphysical,
especially when your favorites coalesce, reminders constantly
following like the sun in a cloudless sky
to nowhere
Categories:
synced, city, color, dark, nature,
Form:
Ode