Best Synergies Poems
Love is the blueness of the star sapphire sky
Where the moon bathes upon the indigo oceans
The tenderness of your voice and charismatic cry
Echoing ecstasy's of your ethereal emotions
Love is the strumming of a celestial symphony
Where our hearts pulsate within the violet vortex
Your embellishing embrace an eternal epiphany
The climatic creations of the cerebrum cortex
Love is the exchange of enamored energies
Minds that merge and mount the multi-verses
A sacramental succumbing of salacious synergies
Amidst the nebulous clouds where love immerses
Love is the continuous continuum of you and I
Holding hands beneath the deep sapphire sky.
March.03.2019
What is Love
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st...Thank You
The heat of your breath hitting against me
Firing up my insides...seethingly sexy
Against my neck fascination begins
Bearing your silken Latin mocha skin
Wanton chocolate eyes melt me again
Dozens of synergies and elements connect
None I have had ...ever had this effect
Feeling like a kid :) ...hands in your pocket
Pressing your cool nose against my eye socket... :)
Silly me ....enjoying the simplest fun feeling
Slowly I exhale ...soothingly healing
Cherry wood pops in the fireplace tonight
You craving my passion lust takes it's bite
Complete and rightous I invincibly smile
Kiss me again love, let's mesh for a while....
Take me in the room walk me single file ~
ALOHA to my friends in INDIA, I hope this message is received with the understanding that recent interactions have vastly expounded because many have participated with my sponsored contest and as such, there is a cause that the synergies, on the most part, is protonic. Those I've been communicating, for various reasons, all pertaining to poetrysoup.com, have represented the people of INDIA, in the greatest measure to overflowing. The women are pretty due to the extension of their beautiful souls, the men ingratiate their resolve with such a passionate outcome that they give rise of what makes "INDIA is great...", and due to witnessed efforts, they have added the words, "INDIA is great...and is greater!" And for your charming children, delight your shoulders, enchantingly. I wish only to meet as many Indians as possible, but alas, I have but one life. I had the privilege to shake one Indian hand, and that was with Madame Indira Gandhi, for she had brought an elephant from India to grace our zoo here in the islands, some many years ago--of course. Yes, Hawaii is beautiful I suppose, but in a way, the islanders do not exist, for it has mountain ranges for hearts to climb, flowery valleys for romance to blossom, sparkling rivers to mirror your charms, beaches with surging waters that tantalize souls it embraces, yet, you will never see me or my fellow islanders, for we have faded and became part of its scene, with the sole purpose to sustain our gracious place in a way that it was designed, just to attract beautiful people to feel our spirit's that are now part of its landscape, welcoming them with Aloha, to our souls within our shores.
Aloha INDIA
2019 September 15
GOD...Greatest..Of..Divinity
The power of existence,
time and intelligence.
Forming creation, beyond any imagination.
Dimensions that be planned, never to understand,
with universes that extend and expand.
Synergies and energies,
energies that create, control and regenerate.
Living, being, giving, receiving and dying.
All with imperfections and each own corrections,
generations after generations beyond experimentations.
Formations of universes with history and mystery,
forever changing and never ending.
What is, was, has and will be,
all limitless and timeless,
with a Karmic balance not just chance.
Preservation, designation, regeneration,
unlike religion.
Birth has death and death has worth.
Believe, in a soulful, spiritual, truthful self,
a God gifted wealth,
as God is....
My unquenchable thirst for returning to my homeland
Reuniting with the sacrosanct sole soul of my source
The thought of the joy of being with the angelic band
Sooth each nerve of my feet and reinforce their cautious course.
My wars, from the time of my entry into this landscape
Have not been for mere laurels, though glory and wisdom won.
Nor from virtuous thoughts, words, and deeds, I tried to escape.
Courage and commitment, in me, like blood and veins are spun.
Gods Zeus, Hermes; goddesses Athena and Calypso
Angels and powers of the galaxies and constellations
All kinetic synergies of the universe, now know
This sage-like postulant's optimism-filled palpitations
Adventurously high is each step of my odyssey.
The Odysseus in me moves me meticulously.
Serene surroundings surveil serendipitous seconds
Sending surround sounds surrendering sleep.
Skies soliloquy sings….self supposed sweet songs
Scintillate synonymous svelte synergies suite.
Sheltered savoir-faire synopsis swaying, swinging
Share seasonal’s sunlit sylvan sensibilities sweet.
8-30-22
Bite Size Poem no51 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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7-15-22
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
CREMATION - Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also
He wants his bones
No more grown
To her, he groans…
Wants loss of bones
That is, Cremation!
He wants to lose
That precious body
No chance for a last toddy
That route couldn’t keep
Those healthy bones
So it is she who’ll acquiesce
And lose her bones, his bones,
no moans
That is, Cremation!
His wife, instead
Enjoys their bed
She wants to visit
Him, without limit
Though gone, she’d like to see
His bones together, then
Underneath the green, no mind the weather
Please! No Cremation
Visiting him over the dark sky
Underneath that green bed
No one could ever emit a sigh
For, it is known, all others will tread.
Marriage ‘til death departed?
This gal won’t see him martyred
Her bones beside his bones
Or left to her, not his, moans.
He’d like to have sister’s no-bones
In with us! So-La! La!
Setting up a threesome
Ending that freesome.
No more, the Twosome!
About it, make no bones
Cremations don’t go like loans
Paid off, reverse no possibility
Done, there’s now no probability.
Gone, the bones to other energies
Try o try to find those synergies
Gone, is the dust forevermore,
Now - the ashes - you must store.
Gone, the body, evermore.
Ashes to ashes, so it is said
While here, be sure to enjoy your bed.
Cremation, Darnation!
(to be read loud + emphatically)
Carol Rae Bradford
March 2, 2006
9:00 am thru 10:00 am
BodyLove feels like muscular energy,
while MindLove emerges synergies,
mind affluent fertile feelings…
Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove health,
ideally
to grow maturing relational wealth also ecologically balanced
EgoAnthro ReGenerate Positive Psychology
HealthAsWealth EarthTribal MindBodies.
That is,
I feel like we can
and do, sometimes,
grow more athletic in our love capacities,
our cooperatively positive energy.
We can grow from loving just one little Ego
into loving ourselves within a quasi-functional family,
emerging more maturely into a kinda screwed up,
but benignly cooperative as originally intended, species
impatiently sometimes
too patiently other times
working through distinctions and tensions within
loving others as ourselves,
and loving and not loving some of our behaviors,
our communications,
our relationships and transactions with our kids,
our spouses but our colleagues too,
our neighbors as global residents do,
our fellow lovers exercising our cooperatively intended behaviors
of would-be perfect mind with body lovers.
I do believe we can train ourselves
and maybe even each other,
how and why to become healthier,
grow mindful,
merge more inclusive of our own,
and other’s negative behaviors,
“enemies” speaking our mutually imperfect tensions,
dissonances of misunderstanding,
misprioritizing capital-centric investments
over our cooperative (0)Riginal Intent.
This dissonance, though
suffering and loss,
anger and fear disruptions into our current love capacities,
expanding out toward a globally extending family
of regeneratively intended health-with-safety lives,
Where PowerFlexing monocultural bodies
are healthy organisms,
so are polycultural outcome stretching minds
wealthy socialisms
breathing and beating and dancing
toward global compassion
of one divinely nondual co-arising mindbody,
evolving our economic health
as politically cooperative YangYin
AgapeMind/ErosBody wealth.
THE DIE IS CAST
“I See,” said a blind man to his deaf Spouse, emphatically
I hear the S-rhetoric She replied Sarcastically
The symptoms and signs of Stagnation
The Syndrome of intermittent Systems and Structures
Signing and later whining or wining
Structural adjustment and subsidies
The insatiable appetite for Sausages and Swine
Speculation and Smart Partnerships Scenarios
Synergies, Song of Science, Strategies, Solutions all Send Shivers down my Spine
Stock exchange and Streamlining just Sentimental
What with Solo driving, Sole proprietorship of Strings of businesses
As the faith of the Servicemen wavers, the Sales are reportedly Staggering
A Slump they call it but there’s Something Sinister
Swing into action to Subjugate these Saboteurs?
My Spirit faints But rejoice oh my Soul
Share the Spoil of the Wicked, Shillings and Swiss Francs or $ollars
If they call this Scathing, what is Stealing?
Smelling, a Stench!
Servant leaders, Surge forward to foil this Sunlight melancholy
For a calm Sea never made a good Swimmer
Study the Science of the Soil and the oil
When funds are Squandered
Guillotine the Small witty cashiers, the sardines
A Sacrifice of sorts, Scape goating and Summary Sentencing
“Where are the big bully Signatories, the Sharks”, a Senior Citizen asks?
Scot free, in Singapore in another Symposium
And who will Sub-due the enemy? Where are the species of valour, women of virtue?
Behold the Son of David, Save us!
Saviour, open your eyes and See, take our Prayer Seriously
With You on our Side we can Salvage the Situation and Scale walls
The macrocosm weaved you into actuality,
spun you into instrumentality.
Made of cosmos, you are irrevocably fused,
embedded in the stream of being.
The microcosm energizes you into dynamism,
induces you in electromagnetism,
the photons of your incarnation dance
in every glance, prance in every instance
of your continuance.
Love’s subatomic particles collide in accelerators,
misbehaving in violation of known laws,
hinting at energies and synergies illuding science,
feasibly disclosing deeper sentience at the tiller.
Emergent property somehow remembered, redolent,
vaguely fragrant in your cycle of life and death,
your mortal path. Feeling your numbered days,
you cherish every crescendo, treasure every tranquility,
reenacting, craving, trying to punctuate, prolong,
pausing to savor every ecstasy
to which you are connected.
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st...Thank You
“In my lovers arms I dream a gentle dream
Together we are nothing will come between
Heart to heart and soul to soul
A forever kiss that never gets old
In my lovers arms I drift on a sea of tranquility
Upon her breasts I reside in serenity
I feel her heartbeat a soothing melody
The warmth of our bodies a fusion of synergies
In my lovers arms I surrender to her effortless embrace
A gentle dream filled with love and grace”
Jon J.
BIRTH OF A RIVER (b)
Have the vision,
to climb the mountain top.
You have the strength,
to navigate life.
Through planes, valleys,
ravines and rugged path.
The treacherous slope,
of the mountain face.
Conquer the pinnacle.
Look below the planes,
ravines and valleys beneath.
And in awe behold,
the mysteries of life.
The journey has ended.
Your joy, triumphant,
over obstacles,
you have surpassed.
Journey has just begun.
You take the leap of faith.
Like the rivers conceived,
On the Mountain top.
Dew drops that gather ,
on the leaves;
kissed by the night.
Trickle to the ground,
they gather to rejoice,
your triumph over;
tribulations of life.
A million drops;
by ten million times.
Form trickles that entwine.
transform trickles to a rivulet.
At first they gently flow
The synergies embrace,
and entwine with hope.
Ecstasy of the journey,
Filled with exhilaration, ahead.
The bliss of freedom cannot,
be described, by words alone.
Venting her fury on mother earth,
as she erodes her surface.
Scarring and bruising her vanity,
that will perpetually exist.
In her passion she dictates,
the course of her path.
Destroying all that;
obstructs her surge.
Creating a amazing;
work of art, the Canyon.
When all streams merge
and conjoin .
Dreams realized .
She finally becomes;
Paramount , a river in spate.
Making her mark in every move.
Destroying those in her path.
Till there is no respite,
she then bifurcates,
into tributaries at the delta,
calming herself of her spate.
Gently mingling with mother earth,
she carries a part of memoirs.
Journey finally ending.
She joins her beloved,
The Sea welcomes;
her with open arms.
From where she was conceived.
Natures cycle of life.
Symphonies of Sorrows
Lost within lachrymal leviathans facing omnipotent oblivions
Embryonic extracts of eternal synergies of divine dominions
Where hemorrhaging hearts accumulate admits effete exile
Held in captivity by the metaphysical matrix a deceptive defile
Maculate manifestations into dormant damaged dimensions
Harboring hypocrisy through parasitic pandemic pretensions
Where love is liquefied and laundered in the nefarious night
Where desirous dreams of desire dissolve approaching daylight
The frolicsome festive fools fornicate in their master’s mansion
Submerging slaved souls incarnate intentions of evil expansion
Serpentine scattering sins suffice shooting ambiguous arrows
Where terminal tears deluge within the symphonies of sorrows.
May.31.2018
Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Music by Pink Floyd~Sorrow
I wonder sometimes if longing
is no more or less than misplaced belonging,
on my list of absences
that are more honestly presences
we have deferred explicitly owning right now,
you and I potentially co-empathic,
Left with Right dialectical insides and outsides,
without even knowing this absence from each in-
and outside other.
Things and relationships and transactional places
longed for yet unseen and unknown
we walk within and of and for in outflowing imaginations
both within and without ego/ecoconscious polypathic sacred-organic
ecology.
Bicamerally,
as Yang to Yin to not not back to positive Yang
we long to belong to no longer longing
to become to not not simply be
ecoconscious healthy EarthTribe cooperative reorganizers,
as, hopefully, was, and remains, Elder RNA's original organic regenerative designs,
Earth's original thermo-resonant polyculturing climate intent.
Personal and familial history
evolves into ecopolitical re-creation and de-generation stories
of great, and more typically smaller, transitions within dipolar climate histories,
ecological WinAnthro/WinEarth evolutions of octaved major thru minor memory dialects,
musical pitch and personal rhythm patterns of vibrating light
across evolution's transformative polypathic through monopolistic trends.
BiCameral CoBinary neurosystemic anthro-intelligence
recreating ecosystemic Gaian-intelligence matriarchal mysteries
HerStory cooperative strings and tales of evolutionary synergies,
authentically integral
indigenously and wisely owned incorporations,
divestments from dysfunctional climatically revolting competitions,
unkind suffering loss and death,
slowing domesticated empire-building force of irreligious nationalistic form
by day,
tsunamis and hurricanes and Earth's quaking futures by night
As perceived through bicameral co-evolving eyes,
still longing to belong within co-empathic humane-divine
nature-spirit Me/We ego/eco-systemic healing
body-mind belonging
cobinary
neurosystemically felt-thought longing
anima/animus rebalancing belonging.