Best Synchronous Poems

"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
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orbiting her planet here
in my spacious long distance solitude

this synchronous rotation
only adds to my loneliness
watching her with a
three hundred and sixty five
twenty four seven obsession

peeking around crescents to catch a glimpse
getting attention by rare total momentary eclipse
but occasionally I am fully exposed
to the wonderful sight...

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Foggy mists engulfed the bright 
When raindrops fell throughout the night 
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark 
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park

Only starting or just begun 
Synchronous melding joined as one 
Rhythmic breathing no thought for pause 
Merged together, effect and cause...

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I AM as I AM, free & formless in a domain timeless
In, as & one with & within the sea of Oneness
Dissolved and yet in as ordained, distinct 
Pure love awareness in a boundaryless precinct

In, within and in yet as by Oneness ordained 
The beingness...

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Written: December 29, 2023 
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Mahogany motionless shadows
cast by deceitful sun,
a caterwaul unravels,
coeval betrayal
voice beckons glimpses 
—of anguish
within the heart loci,
once pure and corpulent,
now rapt by crestfallen darkness,
bereavement blight.
synchronous with aquifers
Interfluve ferri-crete... 
desultory. 

A...

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And she told him that she would love him
like no other woman ever will.

The accented sensuality to complete his sentences,
was her proclamation.

The Egyptian cotton blanketing her natural breasts,
sliding up his arms
as she wakes him for morning consummation;
epicenter consumption.

She told him that she craves him
beyond physical...

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The gym was dim. 

Red and white balloons 
glittered in the dusk 
while flashing lights writhed 
on the dark floor
like enchanted water-snakes 
gliding through scented fog. 

This was a celebration dance! 

Eighth grade done at last,
they stepped, hesitant, into the roiling 
teen-age sea,their synchronous, bobbing...

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I itch and wretch behind crystal glass
In chains of my own making
Hiding, waiting for Inspiration
To bail me out of my aching--

Flaming drumbeats of human impact
The dramatic need for fall and change
Call for the gleaming guillotine
The sudden, clean clip... Snip!

I finally then saw after a bloody...

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Deepening Dusk
                by Odin Roark

How might this relentless approach of final darkness
present its final moments before curtain?

The acts have been rewarding,
even as the protagonist and antagonist
missed some cues,
made a few...

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The gym was dim. 

Red and white balloons 
glittered in the dusk 
while flashing lights writhed 
on the dark floor
like enchanted water-snakes 
gliding through scented fog. 

This was a celebration dance! 

Eighth grade done at last,
they stepped, hesitant, into the roiling 
teen-age sea,their synchronous, bobbing...

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she hums an endless tune as she lovingly folds his shirt
each crease and fold perfectly placed in synchronous harmony
knowing that ten minutes of work will hide all her effort

Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry in Korea. Sijo have three long lines. Each line...

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Soundscape Strata

Did Bach know to what end
his harvest of melodies-in-parallel would become?

Scholars agonize

Was creation of counterpoint
musical destiny
a hybrid fruit of beauty
knowing no boundary
bewildering those of first look
given musical staffs
voicings and manuscripts
always conformed to traditional confinement?

What spurred his palette of sound
to become one with the elusive...

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A wizened little old man hunkered over his bench.
Gnarled hands wielded screwdriver, hammer and wrench.
Hung on the walls of his shop, all types of clocks were arrayed.
He'd been a clock maker for decades - he was master of his trade.

His quaint little shop was set...

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I was a professional flutist, and performed in orchestras and symphonies,
To express the sheer joy of living, like the birds sing to summer's breeze.

Becoming accomplished took many years, and I'd played since childhood,
As a late afternoon sun's grown adept, at leaving a colorful neighborhood.

I often...

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senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not...

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