locating the highest point on our head
we find there a node where magnetism spikes
assigning no meaning, by God’s hand led
as we give each bliss spasm a thousand likes
form sensing a shudder where rapture strikes
and as we pen these notes of bliss emotes
our vibrant presence in the void free floats
Emotions are like waves.
Waves so strong consume me.
Trying to pull me under like the riptide. But I’m failing to stay afloat.
Water rushing over my head.
Holding my breath till my lungs burn. Lungs burning, as they wait to gasp for air.
Fighting to get my head above the water once again.
Air forcing down my throat burning the whole way down.
I steady my breathing.
Inhale and exhale as I tread water. Locating where once was my safe place of refuge, now completely immersed.
Immersed for now, but not forever.
If those halls in that place
I called home at the start,
that particular smell that ached
right along with muffled choir
vocals and pipe organ music,
equally mystical and subdued
like soft rains at Summer’s end-
If they are as potent
as the motion I’m making
at the now, the one
now gone by,
what is it then to stare
into things that are always
echoing. Clinging to dreams
of locating patterns.
You can only listen.
It started in three thousand BC
When for survival, warning sounds were key
These utility communications
Building sender-receiver relations
Secular signs, religious ritual
The use of bells became habitual
Calling to worship or tolling the hours
Announcing events all from bell towers
Locating bells for pet rabbits and cats
For goats in the hills and cows on the flats
Such animals of all manner and form
Even the lead camel in a sand storm
What news of the ship in faraway seas?
Lutine strikes two as it sails on fresh breeze
Westminster must keep to the where and when
By the hour bell of the great clock, Big Ben
Times have changed, we live in this modern place
Technology seeps and invades our space
Now digital gizmos replace the bell
All that’s left is to sound its own death knell
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2nd place in the Bells premier contest. Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues. Contest Judged 12/12/2023.
The sequel to this poem is Bell rings which you can find in my poems.
A festive chill floats lovers' minds
Raindrops elicit an avalanche of loose lips
Locating each other meant the wind was kind
Gliding their souls out of an adhesive cement
Fading light glows timid eyes
Rain fluttering them in an alluring seductive shape
Their silhouettes were lost in a misty ruby haze
Feet entangled in the mosaic leaves
Love glides over sparkling tinted snow branches
Whispering sweet nothings in ears
Floating winter tears from the faint air
The hope of a notable dawn dancing upon hearts.
Stepping over the threshold
Locating the floor buttons
I press the 3rd floor
~ my brain images still flashing ~
Disfigured long flames curl around
Cherished memories-
Dry spruce branches smoking and crackling
Glowing coals cooking steaks in a fire
Above the crashing waves on the North Shore
Of Lake Superior with mom and dad
Laughing and sipping root beer
Spying a twisted piece of petrified oak
most likely a plank
From an ancient sunken vessel splintered
In the Gale's of November
Loosening the piece from the grips of glistening
Basalt boulders, etching our names and place
Of discovery above striated agates embedded in
Crevices a millennial ago
Proudly displayed on the mantle above my fireplace
Gone
Now
Only precious memories remain
I flash the card lock on my hotel room
Entering
The
Future
2/18/23
*Image of Curious Knowing by Pixabay.
Curiosity
I woke to a word that was beyond me,
Comment of some familiarity,
Foraging my senses most thoroughly,
Locating lots of discarded debris,
This way, I gave myself a third degree,
In hopes, I shed this stifling mystery,
Dictionary as clear as the Black Sea,
At last, I discovered a remedy,
Twas the source and impetus of Curie.
2022 August 29
*RZ & HMS; 10 syllables per 9 lines.
Resistivitiy Metrics are aassocated with
locating water before the drilling.
where discussions take us
from price to certainty
Costing then finds us as we
are excited to see
in awe we gloat and glare
those whos lesser understanding
just look at stare
which reduces labor
a chore which we support
then to doing
then that whats been needed
done
we applaud happy
as we prepare to drill
reliblity and productive
automation Barnard 33
The Unbridled view!
the construction of the
depths of Kiffer
Coolwind,Woodwind,brasswing
a sleek design
200 Series 4-Value
BBb Tuba by
My husband and I had a good laugh!
LOCATING THE SWITCH
light in the attic
when i asked for directions -
just push up or down
5/4/2022
Locating door D-75
Of a large colony on a drive,
At last close, ah D-74!
I must be right at destiny’s door.
But the next turns out B-68!!
What, lost at the very Pearly Gate?
So I felt midway through my poem—
Roots in air, hangs down to earth tree’s stem!
Old wisdom, the time turns when adverse,
I recalled oft-quoted holy verse
From Bhagavad-Gita’s holiest text
Talking of Tree of Life, but what next?
At wits’ end and left with not a clue,
You hope some divine help might rescue.
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Tongue-in-cheek sonnet |09.02.2022|
Poet’s note: a sonnet of sort set in anapaest meter.
Hey, Daddy, I want to take a walk.
Daddy does not listen or look at me.
He is poking buttons on his light up toy.
Bing. Bee Bing Bee Bing Bee Bing Bee Bing.
Hey, Daddy, I am almost out of food.
How about a ham or bologna treat?
Daddy is congratulating himself on a win.
His thumbs are working harder now.
The light up toy is making happy sounds.
Bing. Bee. Bing. Bee. Bing Bee Bing Bee Bing.
Tonight, I will be locating and tearing up
This toy, I refer to as His Light Up Thing.
I felt lonesome in the absence of a confidant.
The scarcity of a shoulder to adjoin was violent.
I've lastly grasped what I've been scrutinizing.
The day revealed the supporter was astonishing.
I beheld a companion in the uniqueness of you.
My sights are sounded with ingenuities and softness.
I clasped a stone and hurled it as firm as I used to.
This roused me to ponder locating a mate all across.
But promptly, the alliance award can evolve.
You will utterly represent my esteemed aspiration.
You will inevitably dwell on God's gift from above.
I suppose this is the best time for the occasion.
Everything displays celestial splendor.
To wholly cease one year and dive in another.
We may be near the ending of this poem.
An addition will be present in the narrow term.
Written: December 30, 2021
When Christmas time means less to us
and all it's meaning lost.
The thought of one small card can be
as little as the cost.
A blight to say that we don't know
his time and date of birth.
Locating where the manger stood
a futile place on Earth.
A holiday for family life
the single people shun.
Festivities for richest rich
that poor believe in none.
It's pagan tree to scare us off.
and keep us from our praise.
Department store's November First
to sell us gifts for days.
The music past Remembrance Day
to urk our sense of spirit.
The slogan Happy Holiday
to reach a far-off Meerut.
The frugal man of fewer needs
refusing the expense.
Our City Hall excluding it
to keep us from offense.
The one true God not focused on;
his son to be ignored.
Respect for all the reasons made
a savior can't afford.
She gazed into the stars
looking at heavenly bodies
as they slowly meandered
across the the darken sky
picking out various star clusters
and locating bright shining planets
watching the sky slowly move
like a giant wheel
turning
resembling a silent clock
with imaginary hands
with each new upcoming hour
it slowly moved in motion
all in precision like clockwork
same route year after year
like time the forward motion
will continue on for millions of years.
Alien Life
As in all new science
we must start with consciousness..
Everything
appears within consciousness
which is our simple experience..
The next step is to realize:
Everything
is made of consciousness
aliens and robots..you too..!
Consciousness is infinite stuff
(a bit of liberty here..!)
Everything
we can readily realize
must be made of that stuff..
The elephants of deception
are the assumptions that aliens
are made of other stuff
which will enter our view from
outside.. their exotic place..
This forgetting the nature
of the really real:
(Remember:
the all of consciousness..?)
Allows the mind to wander
locating and thinking of
appearances which maybe..
Until remembering awakens
and we return to
our beginning words...
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