Interchanging Poems | Examples

Body and Soul

Body and Mind give way to the Heart and Soul. 
They let the emotions take over yet remain in control. 
Passion and sentiment now replace logic and reason. 
Interchanging ever so slightly- as if from season to season.

Feelings flow freely, replacing all thought. 
Emotions running wild without fear of being fought. 
The Mind sits back and takes no part, 
letting all decisions be made by the Heart.

And throughout the Body the Soul can now freely flow. 
With the Heart now in control the Body can only follow. 
As the Soul controls the actions revealing it's glow. 
Every decision now based on "I feel" not "I think" or "I know" 

Emotions unchecked by the Mind, the Heart's desires continue to grow,
and with the help of the Soul will continue to do so. 
The Heart and Soul move slowly but soon control All. 
This is what takes place when, in Love we fall.

Who Am I

That’s the question, isn’t it, ‘Who am I?’
The screen of awareness is unchanging
although sometimes we smile and sometimes sigh,
winning and losing, roles interchanging.

That that comes and goes being unreal,
all life events are played out in space-time,
where moments when we feel full bliss appeal 
are when we surrender, feeling love’s chime.

Looking beyond organic form we see
that we’re soul eternal, we’re living light,
one with the universe and always free,
being the bliss flame itself, burning bright.

We are both the part as also the whole
of God’s essence playing our earth life role.

27-September-2022

Her Personality

I bumped into my personality today
She was in no mood to look my way
I stood aside and let her pass
Interchanging emotions having a blast!
She retraced her steps and reduced her pace
I could see the years worn in her face
Watercolor eyes and tear glass stained
Bone caged ribs of steel, all laced up
too tight to feel!
She gathered her strength, the poet in her 
came out from the gloam
Ink soaked she wrote, in different tones
She was words, she was notes
She was a castle and even a moat
She kept herself alive, she did not die
Parts of her personality she tamed not to cry
One for love and one for creativity
She kept one hidden even for tragedy
One personality for the songs she sang
Even one for when she flashed those fangs!
Fifty-five personalities she counted so far
Now she made up her mind to raise the bar
She looked at me with a crazy smile,
You see she counted on me all the while.

9.2.2022

Unending Joy

our consciousness 
what we call aliveness
be it for whatever reason
resident here in body prison
bubble of organic form material
senses five and mind, both spherical
with each function having two polarities
rotating automatically in continuity 
between manifestations external
and underlying reality internal
ever present in all vibrations
flow of life in continuation

each cognised life pulse
throbs in space as an impulse
screen of consciousness unchanging 
upon which sensations keep interchanging
including our attention alert and sleepy
razor focus as well as trance dreamy
movement is life, stagnation death
breath easy cometh and goeth

there then thus nothing to be done 
nestled in bliss in the light of the sun
flowing with ease, embrace and release
delusion being simply if we cling to a sneeze
moment to moment, unbroken continuum
devoid of attachments, ego residuum 
divine aligned, with no inner conflict
blissful when we cease to resist

07-August-2021

On Trivality

There is a greed,
that is a violent desire for,
for charms and there is also a greed for good,
all is a nuisance stir.
Lady5, lady6, lady7, lady8, lady9...,
if they are lovers interchanging one another,
around say a Fulani gentleman,
is still nuisance,
for it is against law.

Ekphrasis On Water Lilies

waterlilies promenading
in a lonesome pond
are glimmering jewels
of green onyx and emerald
exuding empyrean elegance
of your perennial aura 

oh, the purplish water
that holds her tiny roots
gently interchanging 
like a melody transposing
from monophony to polyphony 
whilst lilac and sandstone petals
dance with its rhythmic flow

my young heart melts
as leaves in varied hues
of emerald and jade
reflect the kiss of sunlight
like the sparkle in your eyes
when I whisper, "I love you"


17 March 2021

  
Notes:Water Lilies (or Nymphéas, French: [n?~.fe.a]) is a series of approximately 250 oil paintings by French Impressionist Claude Monet (1840–1926). The paintings depict his flower garden at his home in Giverny, and were the main focus of his artistic production during the last thirty years of his life. Many of the works were painted while Monet suffered from cataracts. (Photo and info credits to Wikipedia )

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Prospector Prospers

Succumb to a rabbit hole, avalanche perception
Compiles tiles sliding, interchanging hues
Collapses cement rigidity command of tension 
Cube covers corners interior cog subdues

Determined digits dive in darker dire dimension
Coming to glinted dug river bed treasures
Coalesce of pleasures drift in liquid suspension 
Culminate in mind crowned proud avenger

Clever surface turner ensures dirt spurns limits
Combative burrow tunnel richly delivers 
Coherent limber fingers edges can never inhibit
Campaign clocks widening prize winner

Squander of wonder prevents viewpoint shifted 
Deficient Virus solution outrage renews
Seething bacteria rehashed in plastic indifferent
Daunt of grainy agitation, a cure debuts 




       13th January 2021 

        Kai Michael Neumann's 
       
      ' If The Rubik's Cube Was Round'

Looking Out From My Arctic Home

Here in the Arctic land here I stay
the coldest climate found anywhere
though in recent years it's warmer
makes one wonder feeling change of air

This brings these humans over here
always click clicking in my direction
you would think I was a real beau
up here all of us feel a reaction

I don't know what these are about
so many dangers around the ocean
predators abound seeking for food
need to be very careful without a doubt

When the winter comes it's bitter
all of us stick together as one
interchanging to protect from the wind
used to it I am as don't have the sun

Well, this is me can you guess?
my colour scheme is black and white
a Penguin I am one of a King
love my country for me it's just right

(Here I am living in my homeland, all very cold and freezing and I am royalty being a King, yea a King Penguin!)

Sunburst

Kaleidoscopic light,
Pattern stops, and takes flight;
Resembling sunlight,
So brilliantly bright!
Beauty ever-changing,
Forever rearranging,
Colors interchanging,
And suddenly disarranging.
Purple, blue, yellow, ruby-red,
The scenery spreads.
The hues once wed,
Have once again fled!
Seeming to overcrowd
The small space allowed;
Colors are so loud,
Like rainbow after cloud.

Keepers

Keepers
They say the mind that is consumed with fragility breeds insanity,
Do we not breed what we most seek?
Alas, we forget, the mind; an interchanging phenomenon,
Shrouded in darkness, we seek the light.
A blessing or a curse, we are the masters; the keepers.
(Ashyy)

Bored

Why can’t I be bored?
Simply not having a need to do anything
Lucid or dreamy without a thought
Simply a thoughtless mind with nothing

Yet... what has nothing to do got to do with boredom?
I have things I need to do that I’m bored with always...
With so much interchanging lives remixing in random
Perhaps nothing to do did boredom strays...

When we do have nothing to do...
We do imagine and conjure a wonderment?
With so much need for time to kill
We are we ourselves our unknown torment

That of things we have had constantly done
Did boredom only arise from that need to do
To be the maker of our own boredom we cannot outrun
It becomes hard isn’t it?... to rethink what we knew

We cannot obtain the need to be bored
We have to have the constant motion in repeat
Did you even want to have the abstained thought?
Yet... it becomes that of which I now seek...

Tour

My heart made trips
Selective on occasion
And comprisable on others
Its technique is quite mesearable
Like the light refraction in the sky
Its goes through and around
Settling for just a season
Interchanging with the moon
Dancing on the ocean edges
Tipsy and fragile
Making another move on its own
How can I follow my hearts
While its on a rollercoaster
Using gravity to maintain balance

Dreams of Male Idiot

If I was rich ...
If I was smart ...
I would be chasing girls forever
By interchanging them like gloves.

I would likely not be working 
But making money all the time
I would be strong and very sporty
By working out every day.

Dreams Alas

Marvel at that prosperity.
Rejoice in it's majestic fabrication. 
Your mind never felt so good.
Forgotten methodical happenings.

Critters running; wildly picking at my brain. 
Reading my genetics and dancing with pandas.

Normal doesn't exist.

It is only what each and every mind individually perceives as normal,
whether they base that on what they truly believe
or what they think they are supposed to believe.

Not to mention their intentions with that stereotype. 

I swim in the swivels of my neurological pathway infestation. 
I dabble into the smoke, I dabble within. 
I sought out those interchanging dreamscapes. 
The chemicals in my brain are glorious.

Dreams, alas.

White Flag

And the four seasons of loneliness 
just keeps on interchanging while 
little by little I feel it ebbing away on 
what's left of what use to be me. 
With little or no fight left in me to 
stop it, I can feel the cold drops of 
tears falling. My soul hollow and 
filled with despair. Scars from 
previous fights- some won, some 
lost- covering my heart. Finally 
breaking under a burden too heavy, 
I finally lift up my white flag with 
shame. So this is how my story 
ends?

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