Long Correspond Poems
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The only thing that hurts me so:
Your saying, "No can do."
I burned my list of painful things
And crossed the line for you.
I know you mean not shatter hearts,
A noble deed indeed.
But sometimes fact negates intent
And crashes at full speed.
My love is not conditional,
But I must gain control.
I must restrain myself so much
It empties out my soul.
Promise me that you will try,
A promise you won't break.
I'm not supposed to speak a word.
A risk I had to take.
I can't traverse back to that place
'Cuz I've been bad enough.
My friendship you will always have
As long as you hang tough.
I know not what you're dealing with
And maybe that's for best.
I can only sit and hope
And pray you pass this test.
There's one thing I must Post Script.
You know you're my North Star.
We cannot correspond like this,
But I'll never be that far...
A mi Estrella Norte
Only light can penetrate the
darkness
that resides in the default state
of mind
I descend from beta to delta
through
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
time
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
energy
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
existence,
I've owned the power of
omnificence
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
descendant
Created in the image of a
thought
and a feeling from the
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates
subconscious minds
Immersed between 4 and 7
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious
sleep
All chakras are aligned shining
crown energy
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit
to power
of omnipresent sound that
always was
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
beyond;
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
core
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
-
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
Listen!!
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
checked
the universe will correspond
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
I have a curious mind
About humans and their life’s
As I correspond with PS poets
I wonder where they reside?
Do you live in a house in suburbia
Or an apartment in a busy city
On a farm or ranch in the country?
With nature so captivating and pretty
Or are you beside the ocean?
In a cottage overgrown with thistle
Perhaps in a huge mansion
With all the bells and whistles!
Maybe you are a nomad
Your home on wheels and mobile
Or live in a boat on the water
Or is off grid more your style?
Do you just have a room?
Maybe a flat or a retirement home
Or high up in the mountains
In a commune or all alone?
Do you reside in a dry hot desert
Or in the alps covered with snow
Or by a babbling brook?
Where fresh water trickles and flows
Maybe you are a free spirit
Living life in a tent
Is your home your sanctuary
Do you feel safe and content?
I live in a house in the suburbs
One street back from the sea
I love my home and where I live
It is “my” sanctuary ….
Rain drops fall fast, like flying frond,
Creating ripples in the pond,
It's pouring hard, just as forecast,
I watch the showers spill steadfast,
Like waters gushing from beyond...
Spurred on by rain, new life has spawned,
Buzzing and croaking night has dawned,
The sky remains dark, overcast,
Rain drops fall fast...
With the rain, my tears correspond,
Thinking of you and our dream bond,
Your death has still left me aghast,
Never have I felt so downcast,
Ignoring my slough of despond,
Rain drops fall fast...
11/03/17
Slotted abruptly into a concept
Bold intimation begs he correspond
Gypsy psyche brown moth becomes windswept
Attempt to bracket him or wander on
Waiting with pattern disrupted, fear tinged
On crops offering fluffy promises
Closing chapter rips lustre from bronze wings
Field generosity astonishes
Cotton airborne released from spindly twigs
Soul exfoliated floats borderless
White flight blank wanting absorbs all of his
Virgin shirks burden of choice, subordinate
Soft vessel travels to land's bitter edge
In salt soak Pacific, brief life extends
9th May 2021
Written for Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
My first pair paved the way
to explore my small world-
as toddler in laced shoes.
Such years of happy feet
walking in varied shoes
finding a larger world.
Then high-fashion shoes
entered my teen years
saddles shoes or flats
under poodle skirts
all thru the Fifties.
Grand Wedding Day!
White shoes floated
down church aisle
to my true love.
Five grand-kids
three children-
paced by me
in shoes
full of
love.
August 26, 2016
Diminished Hexaverse: A poem containing stanzas of 5 lines, then 4 lines, then 3 lines, then 2 lines, ending with one word. The syllables in each stanza correspond to the number of lines, for example, 5 in each line in the first stanza, 4 in the second stanza, and so on. This form may contain more than five stanzas. My poem has six stanzas.
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
I saw him from afar, a lonely oak tree,
both of his eyes contained such misery.
I wanted to know his story,he's a mystery.
He looks so sad, I wanted him to be happy,
Our eyes met and he beckoned me.
I saw him come to life right before my eyes.
He was happy again, he took off his disguise,
No longer hurt from heartbreak and many lies,
He was now free from life’s overwhelming sighs.
That lively oak touched me right down to the core
We had a bond and friendship, I couldn't ask for more
I’m just happy the pain he carried, he no longer bore
His compassion and intelligence just blew me away
I’m forever grateful that I met him, it was a great day
Our connection will last until the end of time and beyond!
For he is now out of shell and is now a rare beauty
He no longer feels that abandonment is his demise
My dear and sturdy oak has nothing to abhor
His mission in life is to laugh and just simply play
That oak is my confidant, our hearts will always correspond
Gregory Barden's"MINUANETTA Contest using rhyme scheme
of (at least) AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE. It must have a least this many lines, (20)
Theme is "CHREMAMORPHISM"
3-28-18
We are all walking each others home, not knowing
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
The golden love silk attraction,
the seeking of blind self in others abstraction.
The salvation in care of each others protection,
side by side in growth is the stimulus creation.
Mosaic of desired dreams as bucket list,
temptation to challenge each others through the mist.
Support on many levels committed,
letting go towards free fall permitted.
Sensing each others side beyond,
holding fast besides all in correspond.
Stretching limitation further as edge to conclusion,
testing sphere towards fragile solution.
The path seem dark and hopeless at times,
dreaming together kindles the vision in frames.
Doors open where none are and possibilities appear,
spectrum's of trust are the faith frontier.
3/15/17
Trees cut down by saws
Then chopped into logs
Some animals have paws and claws
And other do or don't have jaws
Wounds treated with or without gauze
Caused from being at odds
Some always follow or continually break laws
Does every life form have flaws?
Fighting for something or no apparent cause
Doing it either right or wrong
Regardless of there being second thoughts and pause
Deep rooted secrets before and after belief in gods
Stalks from crops turning dry and into straw
And occasional events leaving those that saw
In complete awe
Many objects made through using blacksmith tongs
A lot of which were bronze
Shallow and deep ponds
Swimming with life like frogs
And swans
Near and far from fronds
During dusk and dawn
Could stumble upon
Great opportunities that you'd be wise to take, before they're gone
Stories that were short and long
And the same could be said for songs
Oceans with prawns
Close or far from any land or lawns
Along many bogs
There was hogs
Being hunted by man and his or her dog
Among negative and positve bonds
Suddenly the fog
Came in strong
During a night that was far from calm
As time continued on
Things occasionally would correspond
And other occurrences turned out to be a facade
Due to one typically wanting a cash wad
And to technically rob
By: Dalton Ogletree