Your head is a living forest
full of songbirds.
~E.E. Cummings
The songbirds in my head
are chirping melodically,
and unlike the voices
the birds make no demands.
The voices want me dead
chanting evil plans rhapsodically,
but trilling birds notate a different choice
toward a path to other lands.
Lands where voices can be shed,
lands wherein I dwell harmonically,
lands where psyche can rejoice
without annoying ampersands!
Sometimes
they reason
sometimes
they don’t
The meaning
implicit
or lost
in the notes
Sonically
free
of all
cogency found
Truth
in the melody
harmonically
— sound
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
vibrating
embouchure
harmonically
inter-
facing
metal
with
flesh
in
resplendent
fanfares
thee hour of the mind the hour the soul
masters the hearts need for growth
bestowed between the cunny desires
where the muses dance the sun shadows
the moon creating a warm sensual glow
sending out hints of knowledge designed
so perfectly solely for allowing the mind
to soar throughout the universe abruptly
alerting the stars to ignite illuminating
signals relaxing all melancholy findings
beholding masterpieces gathering truth
throughout the galaxy giving birth to a
brilliant orchestra performing between
the finite hours connecting night and day
dawn sings a mental ballad of pleasure
captivating the mind soul and heart together
harmonically cultivating this brilliant symphony
dazzling thoughts within thee untimely hour
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Charlie and Louis
John and Miles
Bebop to Modal
Two different styles
Soul passions blowing
Harmonically through horns
Notes and chords flowing
One world and two forms
Two different times
Pioneering colossal movements
Mind-blowing lines
Luminating transitional attunements
Woodwind to brass
Saxing and trumpeting
Sweet music long last
Four sultans jazzing
My roots of humane dignity
seem truest found
in organic life integrity.
So too, roots of social liberty for all
listening empathetically
seem most harmonically embedded
in Earth's co-gravitating ball
Of health power
multicultural
for expanding polycultural
co-passions
analogically integral.
A lush mountain of scintillating pines,
breathe in elevating bouquet,
breathe out the tension.
Sentinels wave in lilting breeze,
breathe in radiant light,
breathe out ossifying stress.
A gentle terrain in silent air,
breathe in oxygen,
breathe without care.
Soft soil rests in light repose,
breathe in light beauty,
allow heart to share.
Here in nature’s gentle grace,
introspection’s a healing balm;
peace of enlightenment reigns.
In nature, I feel peace within
and God speaks gently on the winds,
so soft the voice now flows.
We are the same, this earth and I
to care for her, I do avow
aligned harmonically.
This elysian womb is our home;
no living thing’s ever alone,
all is one, all is zen.
2-26-2021
Inner alignment Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
What LeftBrain sees as stability
RightBrain feels as dynamically flowing integrity.
What Yang hears as polypathic knowledge
Yin sings and dances with polyphonic wisdom
harmonically
synergetically reweaving
wounded integrity.
What RightWing-LeftBrain feels
as wrath's evil pathology,
RightWing-LeftBrain touches
however ecstatically
as if peaceful, sacred love
might some secular, commodified day
become politically and economically
flowing out and down deep healthy.
What Yang tastes and devours
as longing for more robust wealth
Yin smells and absorbs
as integrity's copassioned ecstatic belonging
within Earth's resonantly holistic resilience
since ego's most nascent
implied beginning of regenerate time
within Earth's revolving
dynamically healthy
life systemic
spatial Paradise WombPlace
Originally designed
for and by
Gaia-God's whole open nonzero
HealthSouled
polypathic/polyphonic
Yang/Yintegral
ZeroZoned Pleasure.
A single sound has the ability to mesmerise an audience, tantalise an undesired emotion and grip a person to the edge of their seat.
A bow sliding effortlessly across four tightly pulled strings immerses the player and listener together, becoming one.
This connection can last a lifetime, in a favourite song or memory and can never be reversed or defeated.
People all over the world are creating music.
Each sound unique, powerful.
Full of hope.
A hope that someday, someone will hear them and listen,
and compose a symphony so harmonically beautiful it pulls the heartstrings.
I call it,
love.
25/05/2019
What is uniformly monolithic,
like a circular law, or wall,
is non-sectarian.
What is united together
is trans-sectarian unity, like a lattice, or web,
maybe even pan-unitarian.
We can sometimes see differences
between a universal ego-centered LeftBrain deductive, dividing, view
and eco-passionate open systemic RightBrain inductive, integral, listening,
appreciating
co-intentional
holistically interdependent meaning.
Bicameral listening deeply for universal nature uniting spirit
secular/sacred voices of time
regenerating EarthLight
dipolar co-arising
discerning LeftYang with RightYin Selves
Muses blinking backward in DNA nutritional health memory
and forward
into polypathic universal wealth
uniting fully energetic
peace-filling diversity
of harmonically co-resonant Story,
ego-inside with eco-outside
prime ZeroZone re-creative relationship.
Political parties celebrating social improvement
could also grow organic system learning
to engage non-violent climates of health
and to bridge Win/Lose assumptions
of predative evolutionary commitment to differences
as more resiliently powerful
than resonant Win/Win living
natural/spiritual Allies,
Spirited theological heart-souls
and LeftBrain resilient ecologists,
red blooded creolizing missionaries
with green blended climate wealth-is-health objectives.
Optimizing wealthy eco-climates
requires feeding and watering cooperative relationships
among harmonically singing and swinging and swaying parts,
So sacred health vocations
could not be reduced to defending the autonomous Queen Bee
with predative supremacy
too often worshiped,
not so ParadiseToday rewarding,
extending tense pathological codependent climates
projected on, and felt within,
EarthMother's Universal Pregnant Womb
Where and why and when and how
Climate Wealth Breeds CoOperative DNA Health.
good to be back
but still be lost in the
monster that smiles
though bashful i am
i am loquacious when
a patterned rain falls
the angels call me captain
however God calls me His son
i think i prefer the latter....less pressure
so grateful to be in one piece
but still be a jovial jigsaw puzzle
in the monster that smiles
though harmonically shy i am
i am a beast in steady rapidity
when a decorative storm bellows
its declaration
the angels call me general
however God says He loves me
i think i prefer the latter....less pressure....
Thoughts of you
Shades of maple, shades of elm,
along a winding wishing stream
Of lily pad and cattail smiles
a’ glistening in rippled gleam
So soft the grass upon the hill,
where bluebirds sing their melodies
Harmonically with skies of blue
in perfect midday symphonies
It’s here amidst the air so free
I take this lazy afternoon
To think about the one I love
where precious wildflowers bloom
For this you see is what I dream,
someday the two of us shall share
Watching clouds across the sky,
spending time with little care
Seeing butterflies at play
as branches flow in whispered dance
Shadows tickling the ground
alone within a sweet romance
Until that time does come to pass,
desired dreams have all come true
Among this beauty I will rest,
lost within my thoughts of you
In sonnets on a moonlit night
across the heavens oh so far
Melodically in soothing sounds
while wishing on a falling star
Neath wispy clouds of charcoal mist,
horizons painted sunset glow
Wafting softly on a breeze
gently in a tranquil flow
Serenades on velvet skies,
harmonically this weary eve
Affection played of every wish,
lullabies in twilight key
So find these lyrics I now pen
flowing from my heart so deep
To comfort you in whispered words
this evening as you fall asleep
Wrinkles can tell the time in a gown. But gown often groom. And paintings although stunning can create volumetric passageways into hidden time warps. Oh what strange attitudes and custom of a currant face with a raisin friend. Charge not a flea cake and joust not with a trumpet. Walk on and over and up and up. Many layers of a ten acre victor sponge. Sitting in a room. In many misted views of millions. Yet when iced glass is cut and crushed it can be utilised by biscuit faced men as a cold remedy. It just relieves congestion. But traffic is dominant on a motorway or a bridge. So don't jump backwards over a tray as one might end up in the deep dark polluted river. Dare to waltz in time to the march of the nine germs? Or sing harmonically with a black dove in a crest? Bare not the fleshy carbon of a print. And fashion a quill from hogs hair only. Deeming duties daring derogatory deeds. And a fish in a bowl giggling. Staturisation sap. No ha no x and a beaming frog. Radicalisation z
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