For the forty 3rd attempt
Of incline
A forty 3rd question unanswered
Los Angeles requires an accomplishment
As yet the roofs of wealth choir no challenge
Stilled in self wonder the share constants
Water and health in abundance, again
This execution remembers every faculty
Partners and sermons
Cost and boss
The build of document to spend
Little shadows of Washington fend
The framers of a Los Angeles hard at work
During war time
Without end
Preparing the give
Ready for another attack
That steal refuses its sound
Prefer of the city and cities charity
Suggest of intonation
None strate to the cause
America in Los Angeles only lensing past tense
Encampments of abandon
In a day of labor, no notes
No reservation
No surplus
She has reached the terminal before time,
with rogue cancer cells creeping in her lungs.
The pain pulsates in writhing sixteen-year-old body
with the rhythm of the last requiem of swan song.
Her drowsy empty eyes decline to close,
lest the final sleep undesired descends uncalled,
takes away the wonderful world from her
to the distant mist of merciless obscurity.
Her feeble sense sighs in forlorn intonation,
tells the tormented lungs, gasping for air:
‘Don’t give up yet, let’s fight together the bane,
until the journey ends at the edge of hope’.
She loses the battle; her last breath tells her mother:
‘Keep me in the cold chamber when I’m gone,
freeze me with all my dreams, not yet dead,
the way you kept me in the womb with care.
I’ll be in a spell of suspended animation
till they find the cure for cancer for me.
I’ll then return from the cold embrace of death
and live again with you in this beautiful world’.
CADENCE intonation inflected euphniously
I set the table; I did not.
The pourer did. The poor did not.
The seats are cold; merlot is warm.
The pourer asks; there are replies,
sips, guzzles, sighs, manners.
I am satisfied as each one’s drunk.
The pourer leaps from spot to spot,
wincing, squinting, craving approval.
I smile; I nod; with each intonation, accent,
sound of a lady and a gentleman.
The table is set quite elaborate; each course,
choice: salad, pork, dessert.
The hour becomes late;
drunkenness from each glass poured.
I am satisfied by the pourer; rich
with the scent of merlot and more.
He’s the only one left of my friends.
The seats are cold; he is warm.
flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
through tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
basic
incessant surge
of
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
through
timeless portals
of perception
reflective
opens up
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic frequency
resonant
tuned precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of eternity
transitions
from
one manifestation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
abhors vacuum
pervasive
propels the essence
of existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate
Everything was going to fade away,
When you collapsed on the last day.
Everything was going to fall apart,
Nothing could hold you on the surface!
Everything reminded me of you –
The way you presented yourself to me,
The way you showed the courtesies,
The most glorious story I have ever read is you!
Every tiny finger was worshipped by me,
Every curve was felt intensely,
Every scar was celebrated with sacred passion,
Everything would be nothing if it were not yours.
Any dull caricature reminds me of your sweetest face,
The intonation of your voice still haunts me to the grave,
Your cutest tiptoes still seek me till the 5 o'clock sun,
The entire you is the perfect smile of a godlike creature to me!
The way I have seen you,
The way you were worshipped,
The demeanour to which I have never felt bored,
The alcove of my heart always welcomes you!
"The Heart Worn Lips"
She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things
the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page
the meaning captured more in the intonation
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching
the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking
the mind takes over
no sound
endomorphism rings
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."
“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.”
"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."
Intrinsic intuition tunneled through time,
drives incessant the central cognitive impulses,
surges with the sensuous waves
of enlivening enlightenment,
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.
The rhythm of time pulsates relentless
in the inner secluded space infinite,
the fervent frequency in harmony
with the intonation of the void,
the transition designed unequivocally
from one articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force abhors pervasive vacuum,
propels persistently the existential essence
through the sense-saturated emptiness
of enigmatic equanimity of abandonment
to the self-suffused sanctum of fulfilling bliss.
Intrinsic intuition
tunneled through time,
drives incessant
central cognitive impulses,
surges sensuous waves
of enlightenment
enlivening,
through vacuity
of perception
amorphous.
Rhythm of time
resonates relentless
in inner space
infinite,
frequency in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
transition designed
unequivocally
from one articulation
to another,
modulated innately
by motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force
abhors vacuum
pervasive,
propels persistently
existential essence
through sense-saturated
emptiness of equanimity
enigmatic,
to the cosmic cauldron
divine.
You forgot my intonation, and my smile
What’s behind it, wasn’t of your concern
Maybe you did not appreciate my style
Knowing that I have a lot to learn
Out of sight, then out of mind and heart
Out of anything, that can remind of me
Now at last, you’re free and you depart
Leaving for a better company
Once reread my poems, and you’ll feel
They were kisses, that I changed for words
Which were wrapping paper for the real
Real faithfulness, but something was misheard
What am I to do now, have you thought
Never doubt my love, you said to me
You’re not alone, you say, of course I’m not
I belong to you, but you can’t see
You can’t tell a heart which way to go
You can’t fake true love, you only can
Cut it to one side, belittle my soul
Ditch the words of love you said back then.
RECITATISTA part 1
an act of enunciatiion
its suggestiveness
flexible
expressive
& voices
of voluptuous
intonation
of thinking
deepened
in dramatic
reflection
of acquaintance
to
in a
series
of vocal harmonies
listen hear
sans distraction –
vowels consonants
without
punctuation
the
stanza
cadence-shaped
encountered
an absorption
of spelling
&arrangements
pace
with gaps
enjambed
& irony
in
such
happenings
makes
for variety
as whispers
the element
in which
conceived
interposing
anew
as chopsticks for soup
like a monkey eating scotch bonnets
you have to want it
good luck is a myth
thin as a Theban cookie
as your skin if you don't get it
checked-off triggers in academia
fired as a porcelain finger up
kilned in an undertone of glazing
grace is a saying and a Name
tweaked as an ego or a jacket
potato is a hashing at 3 a.m.
iHopper lingering is a tension
getting to the hearth of it
another homer hit past time's fence
foe knocking at your big teeth in front
like a door to your cheeks
puffed with a nut-angle oblique
playing a game of mother elephant
a recess abbreviated by a bad pronunciation
intonation of inspiration at the bell
wrung and swung along a well-tread trail
as dirty as a thurible
Intonation
tonality
Harmony
Pitch
Harmony
Melody
Centra
Ctesibius Xylem Grundfos
1803 the hoes of 1803 were forged
and the handles carved.
Used in areas of gardens
and feilds
the cicadia made
the locals conversationist.
Until "ole Fussy" told
them
"ya'll Bouis shut yo' mouths
foo Gingle Dheeze come
down year and quiet ya'll up!"
"Zum Doop dew Ditty!"
Oh: ooh wee!
Zoom:zoom:zoom: Zoom!"
""scatt dew whatta scatt scatt!"
Intrinsic awareness,
sensuous stream
in the vale of time,
channeled challenged
through mind’s myriad
angularities accentuated,
carries in coherent current
ceaselessly,
the cognitive impulses
criticality conjured,
surging swathing waves
of enlightenment
across formless emptiness
of amorphous perception.
The pulse of time
vibrates with perpetuity
in inner space,
intuitively infinite,
the cadence in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
the manifested
timeless transition
from one phase
to another
in continuum,
modulated mystically
by stimulus shimmer
of the illumined soul.
The life force
ostensibly obscure,
abhors vacuum,
persistence pervasive
propels the essence
of the existent
in nothingness niche.
Voice
Through a vast jumbled valley of cacophony's roar
One voice
In tones of soprano, alto, tenor and bass
Speaks a universal epiphany
In a rumbling
Resonate
Reverberation symphony,
Neither also or bass,
A quest for agreement of the heart's dialect
Through a maze of unspoken speech
A cluster of sighs
Harmonious chorus of shared joy
Singular groaning lament of empathy
Echoes of gossamer laughter
Murmurs of grief's intonation
Piercing vents of apprehension
Quivering titters under the breath
Shadow symphony of breathing
From the four winds - four seasons -
The tongue of humanity
Exhales in unison a plea
Reaching
From dawn's first breath in dappled divinity
To time's conclusion into the immortal voce sotto.
4-21-23
Contest: V Word Challenge
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
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