Long Amplitude Poems
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“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I read the violet sparks
of untouchable lightning,
allowing the butterfly breeze
to wrap me in wet bliss,
tracing the afterglow
of compassionate consciousness,
where kindness has no motive,
where empathy holds the quill
to narrate and nurture
nature with nameless frequency,
like a tercet without a title ~
a sunset without an end,
woven with wild petals of wisdom,
for what is love without light,
what is wisdom without composure,
what is humanity without
healing hymns of the soul?
In silence, I feel your pulse,
the palpitation of profound passion,
the vibration of untamable truth,
and I remain ~ immersed in awe,
adrift in the amplitude
of absolute awareness,
of what breathes between
rising fire and water,
like an estuary that escapes
the evilness of angst
by holding the ripples of rivers
and streaming sapphires
of salt-kissed serenity…
But must I name the throb
that aches with the weight of peace?
There is no form, no label,
no letter, no ink,
no colour, no cadence
to spell what spills
from the spirit of starlight ~
when love resides on the chalice
of the third eye,
intuitively engrossed
in the essence of clarity,
unclothing the chakras
to reveal the pining purity
of faith beyond form,
as the Almighty synchronizes
the inner motif of mindfulness,
merging the mystery
of surrendered sacredness,
where ego has no home,
and manipulative monsoons
cannot erase the awakened
flame of blazing dawn…
O beloved soul searcher
seeking timeless tranquility
in sunflower stillness,
listen to the unspoken ~
you and I, we know
the scented skin
of roses and revelation,
the kingdom of unseen reality,
guarded with illuminated epiphanies,
and in muteness we muse,
transforming to an ethereal realm
where heaven is closer
than the air that touches
the holy shivers of electric scriptures,
written from the lotus aura
of an ageless utopia ~
forgive my need
for cosmic confinement,
‘Tis the path to which we conform...
We are what we think…....
our brains think in language
language serves as a vehicle of words
like musical notes
Words carry a vibratory signature
creating waves into
the expanse of space
playing the instrument of language
feeling the energy reverberate in the bodies
echo tranquility to the amplitude of my cherished words
Grateful
Andy
Sweetie
Sleepyhead
Greenery
Enjoy
Freedom of choices
Fresh air
Stillness
content
Abundance
awareness
Thank you
trees
????
Walk
Garlic
fishing
Top of the world
Dishwasher
Bedtime
My Creator-endowed rays of celestial magnitude
Emit solar power, enabling Earth’s existence-plenitude
Fulfilling my commitment to rise daily with glowing altitude…
Vibrantly warming mankind toward enthusiastic attitude
I brighten the firmament while my beams awaken the multitude
Toward zealous praises for a new day along triumphant zest of gratitude…
Blowing my photosynthetic aptitude
I pursue oxygen production midst energy source amplitude
To replenish food supply, securing nourishment against crisis vicissitude…
I delight in everyone’s disposition by my sunny beatitude
While reaching-out those in solitude to bask in my jubilant quietude
Rejoicing for doing best as the “greater light to rule the day”* with certitude.
*Genesis 1:16 16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
March 25, 2024
3rd place, "Wind, Rain, Snow, Thunder or Sun in 8-12 Lines" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 4/5/2024
Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys,
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee
Abandoned to anthemion arch ambience awash or afloat with apoplectic angst,
afterthoughts amazing amplitude aligns with an amorous abundance once opulent,
majestic memories marvel at
mystic magnifying glass that multiplies mammoth moods,
separation from silken sensual strand sculpture in sapphire stone,
this stagnant somber seeker must supplant or suppress solitude’s silent shiver
Without warning a wellspring whispered windfall weave from winsome woman,
wide-eyed wondrous wakeful wizardry woos whining wildcard wreck,
a cascade of charismatic crystal colour clusters trial and tribulation trauma that trembles deep inside,
delightful dawn denouement dame drifts in dreamland dale,
“precious pining pristine pearl
I present panoramic passionate parameters to
propitiate bitter broken-hearted baleful bond.”
Fantastic flourish found festoons for emotional evocative environment evolved,
illustrious intimate intrigue inlaid immediately,
Heather’s halcyon harmonic laces labyrinthine lavender love,
heart healing honeymoon handcraft
herald on high,
supreme sensei soulmates savour
sentiment surreal beyond an iridescent infinite inkling
Date Posted : April 11th 2022
First Place Podium Medal Winner
JCB BRUL My Lost and Found Love Alliteration Contest
Judged April 21st 2022
Daring,
life
to the mandate
warrant ...
To smile
risk
experienced...
Switched on
to every act
fact...
to eternity
connected
emphatic...
The universe
my vast
pasture...
My time
unlimited
scarce ...
The amplitude
ample living
inch by inch ..
Called
from infinite
I always wait
dismayed
Day dawns, noon deepens to eve merging in night to decay.
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Kids play, make noise, shout on joy which each parent needs.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life but have fun.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
' Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part being smart and proud.
Arrogance sounds good on shouting day of nuisance.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day gets cooled on calm night.
Observe days full of noises to meet silent night with love.
Sounds of day ceaseless run knowing absolute no specific bound.
Amplitude of loud sound at last to fade out reaching street of solitude.
I want a love
that comes once in a lifetime
filled with sleepless nights
and for all the no reason fights
I want warm whispers underneath an ever billowing blanket
where I hunger for his touch
and he is only awaiting me
Passion overwhelming all of our senses
intoxicating
Legs caught up in a tango
the rythym shared bewteen
beautiful
heart pounding
echooing all the way down into my gut
breathless and head still spinning
I feel as If i am one with the universe
and you
straight to the stars where the warmth of the sun is almost blinding
I want to feel
My heart ripping
in two when you leave my side
blood dripping
all over the floor
Screaming into pillows
lips burnt from the salty concentration of my wet tears
grit my teeth and close my eye
gripping the blankets for something to hold on to
comfort
I let only the darkness enfold its arms around me
Tossing and turning and choking on stale air
Sweating bullets
Feverous
I welcome the pain
its something I can bear
I want a love, and I want it so badly
I want a love that makes me
act the fool
Insanity
Just plain happy
When you return
I want to feel my heart jump into throat
Speechless
arms and legs shaking
like a leaf in a windstorm
So happy
my heart's going a 1000 beats per minute
hold me close
and you will feel the amplitude to it
I want breathless moments
where you kiss me
and rejuvenate
all the life once more in me
killing all the sadness and loneliness
that has accumulated my system for months
where I am cured
I yearn for you
I want to glow
Lighting up the dingy airport
like a lost ship it will help you to find me
I want to make your face tingle
with hummingbird kisses
Jumping into your arms
kissing you so hard your eyes pop out
do you welcome this dream?
I wonder
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Form:
I'm living my life,
Like a John Coltrane song,
Melodious dissonance,
All right and all wrong,
Sweet, structured chaos,
Each part takes a solo,
Then fades and steps back,
To play much more mellow,
Some think there's genius,
Others ask, 'What's the point',
Yearning for answers,
To resolve and anoint,
It goes and it goes,
My tapestry of travel,
Ideas, emotions,
With more to unravel,
And like most recordings,
It must come to a halt,
Imposing your thoughts,
To search for gesalt,
Let's listen again,
The one you just heard,
Focus attention,
To each note and each word,
Something vaguely familiar,
A known quantity,
Our entire existence,
Pure humanity,
Could be your song, not mine,
That plays on the waves,
With frequency and amplitude,
That everyone raves,
No song's more important,
The one before, or the next,
We all have our moment,
Our sacred context,
Each valued and special,
To contribute and play,
Influence and impression,
With joy and dismay,
So, put on the headphones,
Immerse the senses,
Close your eyes and depart,
To a world without fences,
This malleable melody,
Still constitutes form,
At times, rather chilly,
And others, lukewarm,
But, listen and listen,
Stop and rewind,
Messages rampant,
Cause to remind,
This is my purpose,
This is my song,
Don't know where I going,
But know where I belong.
(6/18/98)
Deep breath
Then a shallow one
What's that now?
Another shallow one?
And another
OK, there is a deep one now
And now a shallow
And there is no rhythm to it
There is no fixed interval
The breathing is like a ship in rough seas
Tossed and pushed around
Randomly by inconsistent waves
I know little else than this way to breathe
Like spears tossed randomly at me
One by one they pierce my flesh
Fear
Anxiousness
Doubt
Over and over again
But over what?
Over nothing
No one is throwing them
They just keep hurtling toward me
So my body convulses as the steel cuts through me
Again and again
I think little of it
Having lived with them so long
From waking in the morning to going to sleep at night
And sometimes even when I dream
But wait ......
What's happening .....
This is ....
What is this ....
Help me I'm scared ....
I don't know this ....
Something is wrong ....
No ....
I'm in error ...
Something is right ....
Suddenly an angel has laced her two arms around me
Pulling me toward her
Into her soft silky bosom
I feel the warmth of her skin
I hear her strong heart beating
And then I see it .....
Magic
Thunder
Every single spear breaks against her like paper
The titanium and steel heads
Deathly sharp and precise
Shatter against her, instantaneously into dust
The heavy wooden shafts are split into a million pieces
So small that they may have well just disappeared
Again and again and again
Yet there are no marks on her
Not one
The shield remains unscathed
What is this creature made of
That she effortlessly shatters steel
And crushes the earth
She pulls and holds me tighter
Kissing me on my forehead
And as she does so
Nothing hits her again
Life surrenders and tosses nothing at her again
At me again
I lace my arms around her
My beautiful indestructible shield
My angel
And as I do so, my heart beats
With renewed strength
With exacting amplitude
In a perfect rhythm
No longer do the spears pierce me
No longer do they cut my flesh
For they fear her terribly
They do not dare come near her
For they will meet only with destruction
My infinitely powerful shield
My angel
Engagement with thwarted life in existential primal crisis
searches experiential solution in life’s nebulous narrative.
With purgation of edgy emotions and clasping catharsis
hears the whispers of the inner invite of the divine ecstasy.
Cohesive complex sense of self, the crafted chronicle
epitomizing the dubious meaning of the enigmatic life,
turns out often to be the albatross around the neck.
The ship wrecks in tempest, the ancient mariner drowns.
The sublime spirit poised static in the blue of tranquil depth,
a perfect poem rhyming with the infinite amplitude of bliss,
engrossed motionless in the boundless ethereal ethos,
creating ceaselessly the omnipotent consciousness within.
Spilling pot of chore broken, strings of attachment snapped,
captive psyche finds the final freedom in joy of renunciation,
perceiving in deeper self united with the absolute, the divine,
you’re no longer a drop in ocean, you’re THE eternal ocean.
Date written : May 13, 2019
January 7, 2020
Contest : Strand Select 5, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand