Best Synchronicity Poems
Everyday I am Rah-leasing More
I must make room for what's in store
I became who I became so I could survive
I honestly didn't think I would be alive
Now that I am, I can do something different
Wealth, Health, and good relationships seemed so distant
Health- I will work on daily
Wealth- Not explaining any further, I am a servant, but F-U Pay Me
Good Relationships- I know now I will not beg or ask to be accepted. I will gravitate towards where I am respected, not neglected.
I will be where I am celebrated and protected
I will receive much more than I expected and accepted
I know, because I am Rah-leasing - Like releasing - but engaging the chakra
I deserve clarity. The human mind- so messy
I am now rah-leasing anything that's constantly stressing
I am alive again in other dimensions
I dreamed everyday for a week
I will inherit the earth, because I learned to rah-lease, watch how I speak & stay meek
I Rahlease 999
There are frigid hearts
and generous hearts
and hearts that are made of gold
but I know the best,
aside from the rest,
are the hearts of friends of old.
There are pedal harps
and lever-style harps
and harps that come from time ole
but I know the best,
aside from the rest,
are the harps that soothe my soul.
The two together,
barbs of a feather
in idyllic harmony
but I know the best,
aside from the rest,
divine synchronicity.
Strange
Meaningful
Coincidence
Inexplicable
If not
Taken
As a sign
From a friendly spirit
Watching over me
A wink
A nudge
A subtle hello
I’m always with you
I love you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Jung coined the term ‘synchronicity’,
Never really thought it applied to me.
Somebody crazy, maybe? Not me!
Coincidence they’ll have you believe.
Each segment is a memory
Brought through the veil by synchronicity.
Disparate pieces woven in this tapestry
To summon forth my destiny.
There was this time I spent in the navy
When an old mariner with hands like bark
Took me to the planks of the Victory.
While the blue moon watched, Horatio talked
And we sang with the angels to be free.
How did I remember? How could I have known?
Two fore-guns brought the flagship down.
The sniper flash, the Admiral’s gone!
Wrapped in secret song,
The synchronicity song.
Cosby and a cosmic message, 200 miles per hour,
Over carpet under couch vinyl would appear,
Proof of my predictive powers
In the story told just minutes before
And we sang astronomically!
The number two revealed the past,
Natal chart already cast,
A voyageur to life, at last,
I sang a French River song,
The synchronicity song.
Eighteenth century New France,
Two young lovers in the throes of romance
Separated by the Montreal fire
Never consummated their burning desire.
Three hundred years later, two souls found,
Lives all twisted, love turned around,
Four people caught by destiny
The signs were all clear in astrology
All hearts witness tragedy
To sing the saddest songs,
This synchronicity song.
The storm just threw and swirled
Paints of grey, black and dark blue
All over our Earthly dome
Like a rageful Pollock.
Wondrous,
The noise and the lightning
Turned us small
The waves of flood
Slamming against the feeble constructions
Carrying away cars,trees and dogs
Making me think
Of Thor, Iansã and Zeus
Neglecting all I've learned about
electrons behavior and magnetism
To think of gods from ancient times
Perhaps acknowledging
How extraordinary and dreadful a tempest is
Some people let the storm in
Pointlessly trying to run somewhere
Only to be carried away
And increase the general tension
How long could this last?
How far will it go?
How harder can this wind blow?
What if this...
And what if that?
How long can a minute last?
We look at each other eyes
A scared silent crowd
Looking for the same instinctive answers
Then as if the painter
Had changed his mind
The darkness is gone
Cleaned with a cloth wipe
The rough wind is now a soft breeze
Blowing the fragrances of earth and eucalyptus
Up my nostrils and over my face
The clouds are revolving
With light shades of grey and magnolia white
Over the most beautiful of all blues
There's a deep heavy silence
A few muffled and distant sounds
Or perhaps it's only me
Caught in a dimensional current
To share with all those humans before me
The feelings of bewilderment and impotence
In face of Nature's outbursts
And with a grateful soul
To finally understand
How the seeds of hope
Could repeatedly be sown and grown
In the human heart
Since the beginning of times.
Eyes pucker and swell
Erupting with tears
Of pleasure or joy?
But who is to know?
The quivering lips
And trembling hands
Equipped with cotton
To swab the overflowing
Excretions from eyes and nose
Of pleasure or joy?
Is it for me to be
The analytical master
Of this robust emotional
Human puppeteer.
Alas alone struggling
With unbridled emotions
Of pleasure or joy?
Why some choose to cull
All emotion for private
Yet others ill equipped
With self control cannot
Quell the tearjerking
And public displays
Of pleasure or joy?
The loveless and the lonely
The defeated and lost
No one to judge
No cross to bare
But I surmise at times
Through life's unparalleled
Roller coaster it is to be not
Rejected not ignored but
Simply admired from afar
As an uncontrollable impulse
Of pleasure or joy?
The result of which commands
The same tearful over dramatized
Actions whether private or on
Display for passers by to discern.
"Almond Eyes"
She moves like the ocean at twilight’s call
Golden curls where sunbeams fall
Almond eyes with fire inside
A depth where quiet dreams reside
With her, the world begins to bend
No start, no finish, no need to mend
The stars align, the path unfolds
A story written long untold
We mix the sky, we shape the tide
With just a glance, the winds abide
No force, no weight, yet all feels right
Like daybreak melting into night
She is my fire, my whispered spell
A love too rare for time to tell
With every movement, with every word,
She is the song that’s always heard.
Lev
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Note*
A poetic reflection on a love that flows with harmony, where every glance and movement creates an unspoken connection. Inspired by the depth of her almond eyes, the poem captures the guiding power of her gaze and the perfect synchronicity between them.
There are signs everywhere!
Look. For you shall see.
Do not second guess it or stare,
You'll know if its meant to be.
Butterflies flutter around a flower,
As the clock strikes a repeating number,
A perfect phrase in a crowded Summer,
An Eagle overhead ignites all wonder.
Notice a smile, a touch, a greeting of sorts,
Cool breeze igniting goosebumps in a weather so hot,
A thought of love, conspiring together. A coincidental plot?
Signs as big as a cloud, as tiny as a dot.
Unravel the path that has been laid,
No matter how rocky and slippery it may be.
Decipher the plot of the Universe. Its fate, lest evade.
For it may be an awakening of a brand new journey.
What would coincidences be
If you weren’t taught
That they existed?
Would you still believe
That they didn’t mean anything?
Kale Brereton
November 16, 2018
It’s hard to say what strange forces play
From time to time throughout our lives;
Some call it a coincidence
When separate occurrences collide.
It’s that funny feeling in the pit of your being
An event’s about to occur;
When sure enough the doorbell rings
And there stands him or her.
You haven’t seen in fifteen years
More or less in days or hours;
And the dream you had the night before
Revealed those same gardenia scented flowers.
Brought forth just to give you
A gesture of friendship and love;
Could it be that what we see is
Synchronicity from above?
And if you’ve felt the inclination
To follow a particular path
With no reason at all except for a call
That only silence could grasp.
Where logic and reason went out with the seasons
When nothing remained but chance;
And you discovered a treasure beyond all measure
Could it be the synchronicity dance?
Or something you found at the right time somehow
That spoke to you right as rain:
There’s a reason you discovered it here and now
In a way words can’t explain.
If a pen or a book a laugh or a look
Picture, poem or song
Reverberates deep inside your soul,
Synchronicity’s come along.
Two Hearts
Beating At the same
Rhythm From Day
To Night Faithfully
Waiting For the
Sight Of the
Dearly Beloved
Love
Nayda Ivette
8-31-2015
Synchronicity
Of medium and message
Living through technology
Technology diffusing us
Nature does the same
Branching of the human mind
All signs converge between inner space
Below the surface
New worlds are churning
She was a warm coffee cup
brimming over with the sweet
expectation of lips that could
give her the comfort she sought.
He was a sunrise
cradling the morning in
arms of mercy;
He held her sight still,
giving the horizon colors
he knew would feel, just right.
Together they waited for
the jostle of day;
the pitter pat of tiny feet,
the quiet groan of a still tired father,
a mother’s call to the kitchen.
Together they will blossom under
the colors chosen, for mornings of
peace. Together they will wilt the
morning, and break the day,
until night’s slumber.
Together.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Softly, Sensually,
She walks into the room.
Sheer poetry in motion,
With a hint of lust and doom.
Boyishly, Breathlessly,
He takes her by the hand.
Smitten by such beauty,
A soft touch to her command.
Wondrously, Wantonly,
They dance across the floor.
Contented cheek to cheek,
And expecting nothing more.
Jointly, Joyously,
No time to be remiss.
So close now eye to eye,
The first and sweetest kiss.
I know all that is happening to me
Woven in miraculous synchronicity
Like stars lined up in the sky to see
My purpose, is everything I expected it to be
The pain and joy tango in a dance to be free
It coincides like colors change on each autumn tree
An outstanding transition, moving like tides in the sea
This is all with ever lasting light to eternity!
Heidi Sands
6/29/24
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