Best Synthesize Poems

The light breaks free from winter’s bone
to cast its warmth; to life atone,

to warm the dark; to thaw the chill,
to synthesize through chlorophyll,
a dormant seed to resurrect,
and coax a soul from introspect.

Awake! And breathe the wafting spice
of lilac buds and wild rice,
the lavender; the orange...

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Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion...

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Pliant, pleading flesh,
Exposed, over exposed, recesses.
Sheath of wonder, pain, poise
Full of sensory joys.

Held in, held up, dis played;
Cherished birth, God gifted days.

Living, longing flesh,
Envelope of humanities rest.
Convoluted cause of distress,
Immediate source of redress.

Held in, held up, dis played;
Cherished birth, God gifted days.

Encircled, enclosed, re formed,
Vehicle...

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stopped along the road
     to synthesize a poem
             a feathery mimosa
     honeysuckle vine
          entwined my mind...

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Lively interludes of myself, 
this I  ask of you--
synthesize the main pieces of my own music
those beats of rhythm, 
the low and high notes
that resound in my heart 
and hum the symphony of my 
spirit--
fly, my reggae tunes and primal melodies
release the Marley tempo
invite...

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sun shines from above
to synthesize chlorophyll ...
green peas appear

my meal full of them
like herbivores and insects ...
sweet basil flavored

green snake hides
between the grass and creepers ...
bush rat approaches



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What is love?
A sea of nonexistence
both tranquil and calamitous
where the mind
does not dare enter.
(Rumi, M. Mafi, "Day By Day", p. 120, 2014, Hampton Roads)

What is timeless synergy?
Our sea of coexistence
both confluent and dissonant
where blind consciousness
seldom dares disembody.

Aging time,
This house, not home, hums and strains pitchy...

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Aroma lingers
within the encasing bastion,
aisle upon aisle haunts the ancient catacomb
that is home to the decisive many.

User friendly ecstasy
depending on Fahrenheit fifty two,
this golden age to cherish?
Hypothermia guaranteed, with anything less.

Inward the soul is searched,
waves of thoughts woven by the juggler,
the body a vast kingdom...

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If only I had a million or twenty
Perhaps a billion that would be plenty

Then I could build a house 
by the fountain of youth
I would drink from it daily 
until I am short in the tooth

From my picture window 
I would watch unicorns
My Roses would...

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My life is a Rollercoaster

My life is a rollercoaster
	filled with emotional highways, fast ups, faster downs,
	crashing myself into euphoria smiling, waving
	at every person i see wondering why they dont wave back,
		or smile, when they see me
			not always the other way around.
So i go down, and...

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The Purpose Of Life

Some say that doubt among many truth’s convictions relieves the questions 
                     relives narrates unfolds the thinking understanding cogitating human being

Too much...

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cravings, like niggling whispers,
flit on covered tables
skitter on the floorboards
shiver nerves like humming cables

racing up my backbone
trembling spinal pathways
as I dive for pantry's knob
in a glucose fired craze

tearing through the shelving
jumping for the flour
cracking eggs like gunshots
batter stacked like sugar'd towers

but wait! oh, no! there's...

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Oblivion's needles and lines
camouflaging an ugly truth.
By using dope to escape life,
your addiction drains you of youth.

Drugs synthesize reality,
magically banishing pain.
And you live lies disguised as bliss,
seduced by the lure of cocaine.

On the road to self-destruction,
you tread upon the hearts of friends.
For, in worlds of...

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There is a world in my eyes hidden behind the retina, look deeply within my eyes and you will see.

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Do you recognize who it is, that Is i?
Do you recognize who it is, that is I?
Do you recognize who it is, that is I?

Above and...

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fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy

mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma

	sweat from wanderlust of adventure

	tears from emotional advancement

	blood of hard work’s injuries over time

	fears contained and turned into vigour 

	petals ground into an effusion of love

a medley of rose-tinted lenses...

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