Poetry PROPER
appeals
to
the ear,
a euphony
a voice
the medium
spoken
intuitively
the
intonation
a
matter
of sound
making sense
through
pitch
with
stress
the "pause"
unique
one off
speech
to ear
'as is'
arrested
pause
unique
to the mood
of both
voice to ear
The intonation of the quarter millennium of freedom
echoes in the melody of the diverse voices.
The musical humming of the liberty bells,
the magnificent march of the millions
testify that freedom can be woven through celebration
into the fascinating fabric of the nation.
The flag flutters alive,
its stars a constellation of hope,
its stripes a reminder of the stronghold of struggle.
Candles flicker beside fireworks,
children dance to the rhythm of festivities,
elders remember the long road traveled building the States.
Two hundred and fifty years, the story not finished yet,
the narrative is still being written
of a nation reaching for an enhanced glory.
.
The quarter-millennium anniversary celebration
is not just a grand national birthday revelry,
it is a profound moment of reflection
on the unique American experiment,
and its ongoing journey of achievements
toward a wonderful United States of America.
Love Conquers All – by L Milton Hankins
"If asked to repeat a time-honored passage
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All,”
For, whatever the situation, it is the message
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage,
I'd pass this adage in my far-advanced age:
“Love Conquers All,” sends a clarion call,
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All!”"
'Love Conquers All' embodies in lyrical intonation
the ethos of L Milton Hankins,
exquisitely crafted in the difficult Triolet form,
a form in which he excelled.
The essence of the theme he championed
used to get reflected in his interactions with
and in his comments on the poems
of the fellow poets at PoetrySoup,
encouraging them with suggestions
to become poets of worth,
thus conquering the hearts of so many PS poets
by his caring and appreciative attitude.
For me, this poem embodies the message
he has been so keen to transmit
as the 'time-honored' 'clarion call'.
The spirit of the poem aptly reveals
the sentiments of many like me,
traversing the twilight zone of 'far-advanced age'.
The machine awakens as a coin slithers in the slot,
a smoky voice whorls through the satin curtains.
Zoltar waggles his head,
hand hanging on the crystal ball.
His grave voice utters a mysterious prophecy -
“You look for the future, but it’s within you”.
Ensnared in a perennial aura of velvet and neon,
his eyes are fixed on a point of fused time.
His pallid hands hover over the crystal,
weaving a quiet mesh out of our despondency.
Zoltar speaks,
we believe the cosmos is stilled to answer
the riddle of fortune scripted for us
that resonates the intonation of destiny,
condensing into a display of prediction
getting access to something deep and profound,
stimulating the eternal human desire
to know the mystique future.
Of its nuances in a delightfully dramatic manner
Zoltar speaks.
Floating in the amorous stellar sky
in mystique bejeweled night
you come enticed
to 'burn me with your love poison'
in my embellished dream where
I make a blazing bracelet of stars for you.
Our paired essence interweaves
with the calypso of night,
when the seductive song lyrics
of spangled longing the stars write.
The melodic stardust shimmers
with the cadence of my attuned heart,
composes a new music for my life
with the intonation of ecstasy.
The stellar meadow of the magical night
sparkles with crystal charisma of blooming stars,
designs harmonic dreams for my love to sing
to the symphony of silver stardust
in the garden of night.
In the vivacious vale contoured by your charm,
I get lost 'in the mists of your eyes,'
the fervent stardust of my craving
surges in a tender torrent,
making my love for you
a cascading stellar stream where I swim.
Pulled by your alluring magnetism,
my possessed passion sails
to the starlit bay of bliss,
where your love weaves
the constellation lattice in my sky.
With its sequins I compose
a luring lyric for you I will recite
when 'I will find you beyond the stars.'
Darkness whisks the egg white strands
into the yellow yolk glob.
Time claws its way
wallowing through a quagmire
of booze, ooze and bog-breath delays.
"I'm Late, I'm Late!"
"Who Spake?"
"Who's seen better Ways?"
Feet spread strangely,
disengage and untangle.
Interlocking with toe taps
pin-pointed to barre-
laughing at those old elbows and knees.
The gasp of old shadows
lurking in clouds
dispels the carnival
confetti spaghetti charade,
to yell:
"Joie de Vivre!
"What the hell!"
"Is all this stuff about?"
Silence lies petrified
by a pillar of Babel-borne salt
outside of the window.
It can't get out of bed.
“I’m fine! OK!"
"I'm laying in"
"Playing dead!"
Each contradiction
spoke with impeccable diction.
Intonation interlaced;
with poise and puréed perfection,
personified.
It brought applause, clapped with one hand
behind the other,
a contra-counterpart.
A toot toot touche,
bowing to cheers
from both ways.
Pitch and Intonation:
Vowel length
Consonant Length
Speech Cadence
Agogic Accent
Dynamic Accent
Tonic Accent
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I have no idea of the things you say
what are you talking about
ah come on
what's you saying man?
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RESURRECTED RHAPSODY-:-
reflective
acuity
intrinsic
quintessence
harmonized
with ETERNITY INTONATION
transitional
manifestation
consecrated
edification
infused
in INCOGNIZANT EXISTENCE
psychic
potency
invincible
exhileration
furbished
Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Moral conscience drained in channel of time
drives cognitive righteous urges to vent
in the surge of desires loaded with grime
through the emptiness of vain discernment.
In the vacuity of inner space
the pulse of time vibrates with vanity,
matching with the rhythm of conceited pace
with intonation of eternity.
With timely dawn of divine awareness
the wrong cravings of ego get undone.
Pious perception fills empty recess,
illumined sated soul shines like the sun.
Enlightened detached in hollow abyss
life enters sanctum of fulfilling bliss.
In the waning twilight zone outside my window,
opening to the tone of the chromatic horizon,
the sky resonates with the last timbre of glorious glow
of the sun setting at the edge of the indigo night.
Its cascading cadence composes your eloquent expression
with the turquoise touch of sensuous splendor,
I configure in my reverberating heart
as the echoing shade of our togetherness.
The lone candle of my life I then see flicker
with faint intonation in the darkness of night.
In its resonant reflection in your mirror I find
the lilting trace of my yearning on your face.
In its glow within my love’s spellbound outline,
framed at the base of the whispering candle,
you recognize the tune of my velvet presence,
where you sense me still in sonorous silhouette.
As the scarlet sun sets slowly down the cold horizon,
the onyx night glows in the tinsel torrent of twilight,
the shining stars sprout one by one in the milky way,
cosmic concerto of constellation starts in the silky sky.
Ebony night shapes the silhouette of sapphire sky
above the malachite profile of the forest canopy
that wears the bejeweled crown of heavenly décor,
embroidered by lyrical lattice of serenading stardust.
The spray of resonating sequins of the morphed dreams
drizzle through the misty music of the mystique stardust.
The astral symphony resounding in the ambiance of silence
blends with the refrain of whispering passion wind blowing by.
Our paired essence interweaves with the calypso of night,
when the seductive song lyrics of longing the stars write.
Melodic stardust shimmers with the cadence of attuned hearts,
composes a new music of life with the intonation of ecstasy.
The stellar meadow of the magical night sparkles above
with crystal charisma of the constellation of blooming stars,
thus designing the tuneful dreams for our love to sing
in the symphony of silver stardust in the garden of night.
awareness stream
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
in
tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
rudimentary
ceaseless surge
of
uplifting waves
of acuity
across
timeless threshold
of
reflective perception
opens
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic vibrato
resonates precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of
eternal transition
from
one articulation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
spurns vacuity
pervasive
propels essence
of
existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate
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
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