Thy voice sounds like violin from distance
Melody of the holy angels
Thy beauty bouncing along the conductor
The airwaves beautified by the rhythm
A glut of neurons awakened by a giggle
How thy voice closes distance by wire?
My receiver agitates from life
Thy words transmit power through the wire.
The command you possess over my body;
Pauses not there!
Pass it on to non-biotic
Come dismiss my lesions.
When the air is saturated
It penetrates my dual engine of life,
With trebled effort much as of gamma
Even the clouds display thy image
Oh! What a natural wonder!
Do all the eyes witness the beauty at once?
I wonder what gives you reign.
Who crowned you this way?
My mind meant to rest-you take me far
The frame is at rest-your presence feeds my spirit
Together we traverse the world
All places far from imagination
Within a blink of the mental eye!
I write of those fleeting moments,
unmindfully lived
Gone before I was even aware of their passing;
Knowing they were a mere uneventful glance,
a slice of my life
disappeared
vanished
gone--
Gone forever into that vacuous biotic
known as my life,
as it were, and
Realizing so are the passages of every life.
The whole is but gathered vaporous bits
of mostly irrecoverables
Still, I gather those glances into malleable clumps
[I am thankful they were mine to live
small pieces of me
memorable
joyful
sad--]
Of clay and mold them into one recognizable piece
known as my life,
as it were, and
Realizing so are the passages of every life.
March 5, 2021
Alcohol is a drink, that makes us socialize
to unwind and relax, with conservation and laughter
but for a few, it makes them not very wise
because their actions, can only lead to disaster
All this drinking, can be so catastrophic
turning some into, what they call an alcoholic
so to avoid their problems, we need an anti-biotic
that finds a solution, so they don’t end up chronic
There are those who drink, to not be the odd one out
and there are many who drink, because of peer pressure
Alcoholism can be done, so you don’t feel stressed out
coming from the school, work and relationship depressor
Alcohol is commonly used, for many celebrations
and creates many drunks, that look like a stoner
with many young humans, inspired by drinking delusions
coming out of their shell, not seen when they are sober
Which of these does man have control over? (Choose all that apply)
_ Rainfall deficits trigger biotic crisis
_ Acid rain decimates ecosystems
_ ICBMs rain down destruction
_ None of the above
***
November 3, 2019
F T I series 17 rain
Brian Strand, sponsor
In long winters
when curious bears hibernate,
When even those few songbirds left behind
are stoically silent
at their least amorous time,
When uneven bare trees and bushes
retire into aptic
dormant
deep naked entropy,
It is sad seasonally appropriate
to barely live outside robotic,
lethargic, biotic bionic
frozenly mechanistic
and yet deeply empathic,
simultaneously.
Then springs Spring!
Let synaptic mania
swell up again,
Open the windows
and darkening doors
to set this home and love
in fresh-incoming sappy order
Resiliently resonant enough
to last through sweltering dog days
of co-empathic musky slumbering
buzzing
drowsy summer,
fat with greens
united,
and not uncuriously uniform.
Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature.
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.
NATURE'S PHENOMENON
Beauty that is the life phenomenon with the scenic view
But those who can feel it and mesmerise its bliss were very few
A quiet place , with breathtaking waterfalls covered in all mist
Emerging the unmeasurable ocean with its cool breeze
Winds swirling in the blue and limitless sky
It's like a presence of holy heaven somewhere nearby
It's reverence on the earth is so much rare
But the human will never knew and feel it as a spare
From dawn to dusk ,From sunrise to sunset
Biotic and abiotic components compiles like a illusion
Makes the mother nature and changes it's presence with seasons
It helps nurture ones soul, body and reawakens the lost spirit
Owning this earth is incoherent
But we can have its benefits and keep it safe as it was inherit!!!!!
Dated:15 July 2016
Withering wandering waves of a wasted will
The Nomad stands in solace within the silent still
Universal laws that lock and securely seal
Metaphorical minds that soon rebelliously reveal
Lachrymal light years that have gallantly gone
Pensive prisons meticulously molding a mortal pawn
Methodical madness mocking a soulless vessel
Where the deceived desiccated lie numbly nestled
A spirit stimulated by satiated slings and arrows
Barely escaping the narcotized narcissistic narrows
Vigilant valorous voids pleasingly passing through
To help distill the poisoned biotic bacterial brew
In the realms of the Nomadic turbulent tribes
Stands one alone with votive vibrational vibes.
June.08.2016
For Contest...
DISTANT THINGS...By John Lawless
Once, there were buffalo herds,
then the white man came.
All business money-minds;
their hide market thrived
and then…no buffalo.
Once, the porcelain beluga,
numbered in the thousands.
Years of caviar-mad minds
depleted the pods,
to only three thousand, worldwide;
then, there were nearly none.
A-biotic oil hunters fracked
the oceans; earth’s crust.
Cracked by water and carcinogens,
That have, depleted too much algae.
Soon, there’ll be none.
No plankton and algae,
starves thousands of marine species.
Look ahead, fifty to one hundred years
and there’ll be no more.
Once, there were colorful coral reefs,
but demoniacal corporations,
have destroyed them.
Black sludge,
Oil-seeking fools, trusting fools;
have eliminated them.
Now everything floods and
there will be no more life.
Once, there were planets,
in Earth’s solar system.
The great destroyer, humans;
Have obliterated them all
and it exists,
No more.
Someday, humans will obliterate themselves
and then, there’ll be none left;
on the brown dwarf,
formerly called,
“Earth”.
If you talk too much my head very well may explode; for fear you will not stop.
I will think too much, my brain full of selfish thoughts.
Moth on the wall; you never fall.
You taunt the souls that occupy the earth.
Stalking the journeys that every human, every species, every biotic being will take.
Flower in the ground; you cannot end your life.
you fill people with sweet aromas with your presence.
you have a full life to lead, why waste such a thing?
Girl of the past; you have branded me with feelings i will never throw away.
Floating in universal am biotic energy
Anchored to the sun by magnetized rainbow light beams
Intertwined torsions fluttering in universal symphonic frequencies
Charting experience maps using emotional tendencies
Holding energetic space; knowing sources grace…
I feel my heart beating
I feel my heart beating I hear my inner master I am pensive powerful peace…
This awareness is my savior; I am the individual hologram creator, designing my life with energy
The lovers dance is whole when the eyes see the inner mirror of one’s self appreciation Pulsing through my endocrine being calm heating crystalline feeling…
Empowering me with courage love humility
Opting to free myself forever from fears futility
Releasing fantasy pressure; squeezing forth my inner diamond into the outer
Surrendered to the unknown magic; being with mastery like the lotus flower…
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey..
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "is that stuff pro-biotic?
Who can hear sounds ring…
Crickets singing in my head
Is sanity dead?
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
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