Best Synthesis Poems
Plasma glow petals
Translucent composing lines
Plastic, yet alive
now we are talking
love noticing all around
synthesis abounds
*angel card # 20
budding of the stem
as the sun rises above- -
synthesis of love
a new dawn begins
as flowers spread out their crowns- -
humidity high
floral of beauty
my scented petals of love- -
will you take my rose?
Every decision made has a cause and effect
Gaining wisdom requires taking many missteps
In this unprovoked endeavor you are captain of ship
And abandoning your crew can cause faculties to flip
It hinders discernment making thoughts race to conclusion
Even knowing what was rendered must have been an illusion
Facts become fables as your vision becomes blurry
Friends & family become distant as you scoff on your journey
Leaving traces of brilliance in the errors of your ways
It leaves you broken down and beaten left with nothing to say
You can call it confusion or onset mental illness
But those who experience this know just what they're doing
Stepping over the edge is somewhat of a tragedy
As if life is some sitcom met with drama emphatically
It's such a shame to see great minds get destroyed
With so much sorrowful heartache what then to fill the void?....
The staccato stammering of bass guitar’s play
punctuated with the flash of purple strobe light.
Limitless is the vista of black and gray fright
ominously smothering the crowd’s ghoulish array.
Framed, as if frozen, in this acid white display,
some stagger in mimicking movements of blight
trapped between the pulse of night and daylight
Maudlin in the rigors of dapple-gray.
Upon invisible strings they dance in disarray.
Life existing only in the limits of after sight,
entranced in the apocalyptic crash of might,
the harsh, hard, synthesis disperses at mid-day.
Battlefields littered with energies spent
erode the code that once held all firm
as spies disguise to resurrect consent
under malformed skies pacing out a term
transcendent in treacherous manifests
insidious to stave osmosis pure
from organic elements as protests
isolate issue from health to ensure
commonality malfunctions as cells
atomically unravel from function
towards black science sigils unleashing spells
infertile to force our grim injunction
oblong in consumptive revelation
nefarious to plot such stagnation.
Nourished in the dirt
Poison absorbed
Breathe out number eight
Life from high above
Leaves raised to the sun
Nourished in the Word
All sin absolved
Sing out holy praise
Life through Awesome love
Hands raised to the Son
Planted and grown
For plenty of uses:
Adventure, climb
Quick door decorations
Fire’s fuel from wood
Beloved and known
So no more excuses:
Love-law is prime
Sick, poor ministrations
Prayers oft we should
People who collect marbles also
collect like terms. These people
may collect unemployment in
Florida as well.
Trailing starboard they collect flotsam
stored in their pockets, as they
converse and philosophize with
living plastic flamingos.
People who collect English dining
ware also collect dust. Their collective
unconscious has forgotten paradise.
They have all left Eden to watch the
antique roadshow in Minneapolis.
People who collect Swiss watches
also collect minutes and seconds.
Their angels crawl like oysters in perpetual
motion collecting seed pearls of prayer.
nathan martin 2009
Everything in its season,concentrated and alive stray objects ripple across the view and solitary imagination is its scale.Recollections of things past,so apposite for self-expression sieved to retain the essentials.Exaggeration modified, ignorance contemplated and constrained. Atmospheres of yesterday translated loom & sound so, unique as a snowflake to speak to the ear.Our inner make-up exposed as poetry in pictures,hearing colours,a synthesis of myriad detail &circumstance.With uniquely added value we browse here & there outside our comfort zone where timing is all.making a mark on eternity
Just
there
do you
see
look
there
feel
the
moment
it's
happening
now
just
as
you
read
this
image
in
me
comes
to
life
becomes
alive
as
you
see
this
page
it
will
thrive
and
live
again
in
you
as
something
the
same
but
new
what
did
you
see
Within TIMELESS ILLUSION of life and dreams
Where our human consciousness winds its path
Through history and mystery
Establishing the known to answer the unknown
The BLOSSOM of purpose SWIRLING in transformation
Evolves and grows with the grace of flowers
Relying on the breath of nature to take its course
Into some inevitable perfect state
In our will of becoming flawless
our connections EMANATE
from the tides of unforgiving SILENCE
that enfold us
Subject to our chosen pathway of answers
We are RUSTIC and diluvial
Weakened by the weight of SYNTHETIC history
Our development of love holds the greatest truth
The Final Synthesis
The unknown begins,
the wind whispers to the dancing trees about a thousand secrets.
The rain cleanses the stained earth and makes it sacred.
The night plays its quite music,
Life is Born!
man, and nature,
nature and creation bonding in the final synthesis.
©Chitra Arun
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2019
A splash of tonic to set the mood. A warm bath to dull the senses. A mere 10 minutes into my aqua therapy and it happens. As promised, the sandman shows up smelling of sweet death to send me to that gentle embrace I have waited for this entire day. As I walk along the clouds I leave behind drops of regret to help me find my way back to consciousness. Sensual fog to relieve me of the mediocrity that is existence. I find in this realm a peace that has escaped me in life. What seems like an eternity passes and I start to find myself among the living knowing that my only reward for this sentence is a gentle passing into that most favorable experience that refuses a long term commitment.
An expanded infinity
there is in a clod of earth...
An unrevealed but conscious sky
in the sweet smile of a flower...
A whole universe of love,
in the palm of a friendly hand...
And for those who notice,
a total harmony in one
fraternal hug,
flawless conformation
given freely both
of the maximum
and from minor.. !
Does your life then come together
front to back
or
back to front
It takes years to clearly see
that both
directions
are a ruse
Life revolving as a circle
with you
inside
its center
All phases caught in a whirlpool’s tide
that ebbs
and flows
— divine
(The New Room: April, 2024)