Best Trebles Poems
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From a single word
the Divine bestows kismets
of gifts benign, as we look outside
our tiny molecule of life and feel the roaming
breath of many realms
larger than our jagged existence;
that we are just one, one with beggars,
thieves, prophets grains, stars… and that we
will give back and beget the trebles
of light refreshing all … molded we are from
only one heaven of omnipresent being;
an immutable Source.
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Winds rustle unto adorned foliage
they know not of; comets greet
milky earth without asking the whys
and wherefores of such glides: each mortal heart
uttering the same rhyme of peace
in different skin colors, as miles navigate
the buttresses of time -zones, yet always…
always imbued by a holy psalm of enlightened
Oneness.
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rob carmack's Contest: One
9/8/2015
The forlorn valley seems to beckon me,
Only one cottage midst so many trees,
So many shrubs where nightingales are wont
To find repose in any place they please.
Few are those that visit the bleak, sad vale,
And hear the sweet song of the nightingales,
Their trebles with high and low crescendos.
I wonder what really are their tales.
Above many flowers they fly in glee,
Drink from sweet flowing water of a rill,
Enchant their love mates with melodies spree.
Evening comes, the sun sets behind the hill.
I wish that lonely cottage was my place,
There I would live in quiet, peace and grace.
7 June 2021
A-MUSE
My inspiration is a Muse
who stirs me when my mind is bleak
to conjure up a mental fuse
igniting thoughts that I will seek
coherent schemes of words that soothe
creating words as poets do
with words as crude as well as smoothe
her cradled words awating you
a whispering Calliope
resounds in epic poetry
a favorite muse of my theme
a voice that trebles as it teems
she fondles all my words of love
onto her breast that I adore
I stare up to the clouds above
now we are bonding in rapport
A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
March 24, 2020
Trapped in a sonic boom
Sound ignites the airwaves
Locked in an atomic storm
Light sounds the microwaves
Crushed in a vacuum of thunder
An atmospheric lethal venom
Sending lightning bolts under
An encapsulating panoramic serum
With blistering speed and power
The purple mist takes form
A global charged tower
Hope blinded to a dark room
An inspired glimpse of sounds
Through the mist a hopeful glance
Tears of joy soaking the ground
The air trebles with dance
Thankful for a second chance
An intense metamorphic rebirth
Suffocating all weaknesses
The rise of a new breed of strength
Two closed doors
and the distance
the width of a wall.
Two voices, one yours
the trebles are normal
as they rise and fall.
In this moment
you aren't going crazy.
In this moment
what you say makes perfect sense.
I can pretend
you're saying anything
but what you're saying
when I hear muffled voices.
I think of:
black and white movies,
a Philadelphia Story
and I Love Lucy,
non parels,
you basking in the sun,
Neopolotin
ice cream,
elephants
who never forget,
Victor Borge
and the way you laugh,
your tan skin
against
your denim dress.
Memories can't be just old friends,
No, they can't be.
When I hear muffled voices
It'll never be just words
When the edges cut through me
There's years of mirrors behind those eyes
Nothing is said just casually
Our story was meant to be forever
It's messy but it had authenticity
Can't call back the gravity
That singsong trebles flowed freely
They'll be casualties
Can't retrace the blood shed as easily
Crushed glass beneath my feet
Has my mind just revealing
I keep washing my hands
Scratching away the sins
It's torture watching us
As we come undone it seems
Fighting for the two of us
While a war torn city spins
Bullets blanket the concrete
Casings sprayed inconspicuously
Invisible residue can't be swept away
It's glowing under the pink sky
The sun sets but light filters
Piercing through, to give way
Spotlighting the barren branches
The trees casts shadows
Making skeletons dance free
Risen from the famished gallows
The contempt like a virus
Has chocked the life
The vines remain stagnant
Suffocating what once lived so vibrantly
Removed from reality
Alienated by those that continue to feast
Minding matter that pulses
Strobing from the beast
Did you give up now
Liking that I finally took the lead
Pretending to lament
That we would never fulfill our hopes and dreams
Lesson as a child is an inborn
It's of course right in the bone.
Like the early privilege souls:
Shakespeare, Yeast and Milton.
They are the history of years that sings in me.
Come down to Africa
Not only did their poetry sings
Some note to my possession
Likewise, their marbles, trebles and puzzles
Contributes to my endless pride.
The lake, the sky... and the sun
Are equally positive gestures
That muse my spirit for verse.
Pen will not sleep off my physical and mental surroundings-
My Bloods, my peers, faith, media and society
They are toast tools that deliver me from fits.
La * * song leader takes center square grace bestows He faces the altos tenors behind Basses left trebles right Spirit bellows Lesson for today called out and timed as trained and untrained voices collide Church harmony is ringing like a bell Seems like the praises fill then flow worldwide an amazing pure brook songs fill the well Drawing as chords rise and fall even more Press into the hall as the voices swing Sacred harps delight hearts are restored Messengers for heaven joy’s double spring Sounds of love a glow hearts flow through the air settling for pause this an all-day affair
My mind is like a well read novel--
and the pages there are torn,
rustling, crunching, crackling noises
from whence my thoughts were born.
A thousand words, a thousand more--
fill my brain with beautiful silence,
round and round like a merry go round,
my betraying voice of violence.
My mind is like an antique bass;
each vibrant hum,echoes sweetly--
clefs and trebles, my music sheets
are compiled ever so neatly.
I find in song, the greatest friend--
each note, a sincere appreciation,
fa, so, la, ti, do-- a graceful chant,
within a tomb, my souls vibration.
My mind is like a pregnant garden--
with fruits from shore to shore,
an apple tree, no longer forbidden
rivers of gold, in my hearts decor.
Valleys that extend to your dreams,
are wondrous places, I do implore--
Wherein I see your face, I think
I must someday venture to explore.
My mind is like a wilting rose,
for when it falls, no one knows.
A life, so amplified
in screaming rock and roll
From troubled home,...trebles honed
Legend grew as bold as love
He played plugged in, beneath the night
Of midnight lamp, ...yet still alone
And we will see a future of a thousand years
still screaming glory that he'll never know
for Raul's contest: "Jimi Hendrix"
sing mi because you love mi
sing mi o'er and o'er again
make mi feel wanted
sing mi wiff yo friends
take your time throught the
verses, stanzas, and the chorus too.
sing mi over and over
like real lovers do!
Express yo happiness e'er time we meet.
love is the expression, this song wants to bring.
stand and speak mi clearly, from verse to verse:
start with I love you,
even though I loved you first.
cause I love you
I let yo reherst me from time to time.
Music that's ballady and groovey at the same time,
sumthang that yo, and yo, lover
can sing and find,
time to spend together the melodies just fine.
tell mi I love you, cause I'm yo song.
Sing mi when you happy, and when things are going wrong.
Artistic expressions rangey and smooth.
groove to the bass line, thru all the treble yo going thru.
love, love, love mi.
that's what I want you to do, love mi,
jess love mi!
Disclaimer, sumtymes you gon feel like cussing mi up one side and down the other, we been fussing, hey but I'm yo lover, sing mi straight and sing mi right. Groove to the bass and the trebles will be alright!
From the cobbled shores where distant memories and drawn
From the loneliest heights where the second never lies
From empty streets where dreams play unseen
From where all that was lost gently hugged more than before
From every spiteful thought that suffocated all that was yours
From a vacuum of silence that trebles the night
From those who have all discovering nothing more
From beginning that ends that doesn't need or want to make sense
From beginning to start where we lose or find our part
Butterflies of quavers and trebles and clefs,
Flutter all over her breast,
Creating a gentle, melodious hum,
Whenever she’s completely undressed,
Filling the room with a shade of her soul,
Becoming a beautiful dance,
A dance that sways and floats and wafts,
Seducing me in a love trance,
As her finger nails shine, painted in black,
Wash her lips in dark red,
And the words to her music talk to my heart,
Pulling me onto her bed,
Where we continue to tango in a Latin of lust,
Dancing every single desire,
Throughout the dark night, in a passion of love,
Our passionate love burning fire.
When all your plans collapse
Please check for any lapse
Only when you analyze
You can know where lie lies
It is not easy to win easily
Even if we work very busily
We may put the best toil
Still, fate may try to spoil
We may try with real hope
With problems we may cope
In spite of it if we badly lose
Attempting is really of no use
Your hard-work may not fetch
Real success by removing hitch
Instead it may shower troubles
And your agony greatly trebles
Terrible loss may shatter guts
And destroy completely wits
You may be attacked by defeat
Stopping your great golden feat
Thousand times you may try
And decide never at all to cry
Still will come disgrace to kick
Worry formed may be thick
With no scope you may linger
And go weaker, never stronger
Losing the appetite to pursue
As you have lost in every issue
Still, please believe in your capacity
And maintain your unique equanimity
This is the best method to survive
Surely time will rescue and revive
Always God will not test your life
He will end the present strife
Confidently carry on my friend
To all your duties, kindly attend.
I love the waves
I love the sun diving in their womb
I love its reflection glistening in crests and troughs
I love the firmament painted in hues no hand can ever match
I love how they come to me
how they weep with me
laugh with me
and listen to me.
And I, them.
Today I am naked under this sky
And amidst these waves
There is something so beautiful
About this vulnerability
Touching that of hundreds before me
And that of hundreds who are to arrive—
Those who saw and will see this sky
In hues I can never imagine;
Those who listened and will listen
To trebles out of my ear.
There is something so beautiful
About how despite our skies never meeting
We meet here today
Bathing ourselves away in these waves
Under this sky
Naked
And unfiltered.