We are a soft echo in the sky,
A lilting whisper on the water's flow.
Our moments move like light across the rye,
A gentle melody that helps us grow.
In every heart, a sweet and mellow sound,
The lovely, living music of being found.
As well sounding as that word may seem
It may with a different sharper inflection
Conjure up a whole brand new meme
Craftily constructed in its production
To totally eclipse the Republican dream.
Slate Trump as "You phoney" in Walz's prediction
a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny
EUPHONY
Words can just choose themselves
To be soft and pleasing to the ear
A new kind of respect is deserved
And a place in memory is reserved
Emotions flow as one sheds a tear
Like photos on overloaded shelves
Joy of the heart allows the beat to sound in rhyme,
Each and every corner enjoys the throb in time,
So the mountain of pain remains easy to climb.
Soft and sweet music delights both the soul and ear,
As life’s memorable moments throughout the year
Make those forgettable memories disappear.
It takes one voice of melody to feel happy
No matter how high is the noise of misery;
Erasing the forlorn song of anxiety.
Stranded in the woods
Amidst the darkness
Looking for a luminous warmth
I was waiting there.
A thousand miles apart
They called me wild
To many I smiled.
The cacophony of the trees
The euphony of the breeze
Stardusted the sky,
There lied a soul
Sans a being.
Would you spring up
And hold me into your arms?
Would you be scared
For I'm a dead entity now?
I walked away from the unbridled,
Unspoken and unheard
With a wrecked soul
And a numb heart I left.
Revoking your crescent visage
To a world they won't judge
Far beyond the crowd,
I chose to remain silent!
Breaking through the apathy
Of the outside world
Subliminal in my ear
Like osmosis it issued forth
An amazing island of sound
With voice's resonance harmoniously imparted
With the multiplicity of overtones
From all directions
Omnipotent waves of notes of wonder
Absorbed within my cavity
The treble to bass
A soundtrack to my spirit
Vibrations of translated delight
Its grandness of mood and muse
Of love sublime
The sheer gratitude of being alive
And full of heart
To become an emotional stream
A river of soul
That flows from inward to outward
From my body until
It can go no further and tries to escape
With small explosions
Surfacing on my skin
Forming tiny bumps of flesh
In a multitude of electrical charges
Goosebumps - the last bastion
of true emotions
November 26, 2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Delilah Ventura
A-wesome
M-usic
I-s
E-ars'
C-omfort
O-n
R-hythmic
T-one's
E-uphony
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Amie M. Cortez (January 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
re-post inspired by Laura contest
Music massage my soul,
To caress,perhaps console;
Music uplift my heart
As distress fades and departs.
Music moving,brings a tear,
My senses stripped of their veneer;
Music tingling the spine,
Heaving emotions re-align.
Music for my every mood
Impacts my solitude.
Four hundred fifty and seven hours
When all we owned were April showers
Taking a chance on a pixelated face
Became the preferred post-coup de grace
You elected against the unpolished show
When you tossed the dice atlas in tow
Our nerves had a knack for steering the wheel
When you came home they proved puerile
We would have danced if there had been rain
When the stars fell silent on mid-west plains
Running the veldt with our dreams in tow
We seized our future and made it so
Now with this seven month’s consequent
We count our grace and build our monuments
To one thousand holidays now forthcoming
A binary euphony, a song never ending
the song that I hear
striking the chords of my heart
euphony of love
Music massage my soul,
To caress,perhaps console;
Music uplift my heart
As distress fades and departs.
Music moving,brings a tear,
My senses stripped of their veneer;
Music tingling the spine,
Heaving emotions re-align.
Music for my every mood
Impacts my solitude.
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