Long Resonance Poems
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In a world where love has forgotten its place, lost all meaning, left floundering in the mud—courage has found its nirvanic horizon, its ruby flames rise up in the end~ Poetess
Destroyed, slain,
smashed and driven to the ground~
a brutal odyssey of dispiritedness
of rude awakenings endured
around this, fire kept burning within
intoxicating every vein in my body
when welled up eyes, pools of tears fallen
I was the ocean, the lone firebird that flies over
a lone star ablaze, weightless, free-spirited
and alas, rising from the ashes
in glorious splendor for all to observe and marvel
born outside rose walls, from wind, at night,
from red clay, the flowers and the mud,
weeds and roots they know my name
its not attention I seek, its resonance
smashed and driven to the ground~
ignored, displaced, and all but forgotten
and from this despair, I am the phoenix rising
f r o m t h e a s h e s are the gauze wings,
refined in sapphire gossamer velveteen
walls turn to rubble, no rose-stone left unturned,
left unseen is what most is valued, light sifts thru
I’ve won life’s prize—contentment's invaluable gifts
The cacophony of egocentric edicts,
intoned within the noise of existential commotion,
doesn’t return reflected in harmonic resonance
from the serene sensuous screen,
to where it comes from unperceived,
for the signals of stark reality of being get absorbed
in the encompassing quicksand abyss
of the marooned morass minds.
The multi-channel stream of emotion meanders
in the carved-out valley in mental plateau,
the concert of craving cascades resounding
with the melodic matrix in the sculpted heart.
I place my ears on the flow of the rippling air,
but the sound of soulful music doesn’t reach me,
for the reverberation dissipates in insensate psyche.
The rain of solace falls in benevolent torrent
on the desolate trees of desiccated essence,
the rhythm of the aria of revival resonates
on the dancing leaves of possessed passion.
I keep my subtle senses alert
in the seraphic scene of live actuality,
but the symphony of showering succor
fades away unechoed and unheard.
Within the deep space of contemplation
the silence of celestial cadence vibrates
in the quintessence of divine existence,
where the sonorous soul resonates
with the devoutly assimilated echo
of the timeless sonata of supreme bliss.
A positive,
though obscure and academic
and also too multi-syllabic
way to say "non-violent communication"
which is rather like saying "non-oxymoronic"
because we are left wondering more precisely
what these terms could less aggressively not include,
is "enthymematic communication."
Enthymematic messages
always carry positive
health-inspired,
wealth-intended
Both/And
Left with RightBrain balancing,
co-empathic co-passionate rooted
inside mood matches outside receiver's verbal/non-verbal climate
Of multicultural polypathic resonance,
sensitivity,
solidarity with eco-receiver's
personal/political WinWin trends,
multigenerational historic/herstoried Yang/Yin
Left liberally embodied
with ElderRight conservationally minded
DNA health/wealth traits.
So, you can see why "non-violent communication"
doesn't quite seem to capture it's full revolutionary
restorative justice potential
within compassionate green peace
ecological
theological
nature-spirit non-sectarian
enthymematic
polypathic
transubstantiating secular/sacred communions
for deep learning universal/unitarian
100% Zero ZenZone integrity
Of bicameral positive psychology
RealTime healthy energy democracy
for green EarthTribe non-manic sanctuary
cooperatively-owned communication potential,
voiced enthymematically
by all chirping and tweeting and surfing and swaying
and jumping and swimming
and dancing and singing
cooperative communion to-gatherers.
I know you have heard many love stories, some that melt your heart
Can’t tell you about mine but you gotta know that love is still stronger
I never had to remember all it all started, cause I threw it in the cart
But there is one I held back, so I could never go to that place that will make me die faster
There’s nothing in making friends, there’s nothing in making love, can you make it last?
Promises are meant to be kept, rules are meant to be broken, not my screwed heart
All I’ve ever wanted is to hold that which is so real, you and everlasting enchantment
Do you ever imagine how it feels to be in love secretly with the one you cherished?
Waking up each night with feelings so deep, wishing I met you earlier on
Having many things in common but at the same time knowing that nothing can happen on the ferry
Loving against all odds so silently that it kills, so slowly like a poison
Still wishing you could see through the heart to know what I have held for you so dearly
Love can be so complicated; what if her heart beats is for another and not you?
You know a lot about me, my fears, my voice, my aura, these things you know
I don’t know a thing about you, but if you ask me, I’d say ‘’I know I love you’’
What if our heart beats are in the same resonance frequency but we don’t just know?
There is this little thing I’ve had for you and which I will still keep only for you
It has grown to what I can’t hide inside for that long time you think
But I still believe that the surest Angel will always know how to fly
Today I choose to fly with you even though I don’t know where it will take me, guess beside you
As I meander 'neath bougainvillea's resplendent flare,
A lachrymose tear descends, delicate and rare.
It glides o'er my visage, where memories dwell -
Nostalgia pirouettes in an ephemeral spell.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea,
Whiffs of solace levitating from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like a rose dew on morning's nap.
Once a diva, enshrined in radiant effulgence,
Now scattered like meteorite dust, yet still rich in resonance.
From molasses, I emerge, each step a soft reclamation,
As blossoms unfurl, heralding my quiet resurrection.
Lessons linger in memory’s endless mosaic.
Seasons sail serenely, steadfast and stoic.
Worth blooms not in victories alone -
Be the heartbeat that heals when twilight’s grown.
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Softly the keys find a resonance pure, softly
adrift o’er a metronome stream, adrift
past the harmonies, three quarter time, past
dreamers and slumbering chords shimmered gleam, where dreamers
all long to caress what is heard, all
feeling vibrato on breezes a’ mist, feeling
the music ‘pon moonbeams of time to capture the
tune a pianist hath kissed, a tune
from the heart beating tempos of joy, from
deep down inside to the edge of the scale, deep
in a place that shall find no return, lost in
a breath of crescendo’s exhale, a
beautiful euphony born of desire, a beautiful
opus descends from above, an opus
of sensual echoes to feast, of
love songs, melodic, composed by our love
I was challenged to write a poem about a piano player using the poetic form Serpentine. It is where each line begins and ends with the same word but each line feeds into the next in order to keep the serpent like movement going. I thought I would pop in and share this with you.
Oh...Hi, it has been a while. : )
I’m a bit of a sensualist.
First, let me emphasise emotional resonance,
there has to be an emotional base,
not just an appreciation of hotness.
Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery—
that male unknowableness.
Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges,
you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from
a marble and you just want to run your hands over.
And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits,
casual, careless, not fussy or particular,
and his warm firm and Implacable hands.
Oh, God. Gimmie some.
“Sensuality is connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying).
“It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.”
“No,” I winced, shaking my head no, “that’s not true.”
“Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos.
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Songs for this:
this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
golden hour by JVKE
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Our cast
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).
What values do I humbly choose
for a human body?
conscious mind?
transparent nature?
vulnerable spirit?
sentient soul?
What values do we choose
for a humanely embodied species?
for maleness?
for femaleness?
Yang and Yin
gain and strain values?
for enlightened strength
of resonance
and empowering resilient flow?
Do we choose these values more
or do we inherit them less?
Wholesale market values
learned from commodified skillsets
developed by those now physically gone
yet metaphysically present
indigenously wise forever?
Do we also choose,
as we mature in chosen v unchosen experience,
to extend
and embellish
and nuance
humane empowering memories
of divinely enlightened imaginations
stretching out
to embrace all EarthMother's cooperative
love life values?
And predative disvalues, rooted in hunger,
retributive dissociations, rooted in anger,
flowering traumatic injustice systems
authorized by straight and/or white and/or male
dominating caste privilege
And competing Either/Or misvalues,
choosing win v lose survivalist fear
of insufficient time
grace
compassion
pleasure
To value profoundly reconnecting
polycultural belonging,
ethical becoming together
in valued erotic bodies,
conscious sensory minds,
revaluing
recentering
reconnecting experienced hearts,
invaluable sentient souls,
root organic synergy systems
for universal enlightenment
left hemisphere dominant,
empowerment
right hemisphere unitarian
comforting wisdom
felt prominent
Ethos of past light memories
for future Earth-belonging power
humane-divine
natural-spiritual
sentient-conscious
organic-sacred
ecological-theological
resiliently-resonantly
valued nondualistic imaginations
Prejudicially favoring healthy values
we most wealthily imagine for a
resiliently erotic human body
Gaia hypothetical mind
unconditionally ethical bodhisattva nature
compassionate messianic spirit
humanely resonant environment
divine climate grace of belonging
sentient peace-questing soul.
Celestial music rings,
riding waves,
in the ethers.
every note,
of every song,
does its aerial dance.
As voices in prayer dance;
reverberating rings,
echo each soul’s song;
upon Etheric waves.
Every note,
a precious gift on the ethers.
Souls ride the ethers;
swirling, twirling, they dance.
The resonance, rings every note,
like a bell rings
out upon the waves
of air, to build a sacred song.
Spirit songs,
on the ethers;
oike ocean waves,
in celebratory dance;
play celestial scales and bells ring
out each precious note.
Each bell-like note,
echoes its own set of songs,
like church bells ring
through the heavenly ethers.
All life will dance
upon those heavenly waves.
Earths ocean, womb-waves;
swirl and sway to every celestial note.
Back and forth they dance;
in rhythm to the songs,
as upon the ethers;
the music of life rings.
Hear the ring, on the waves.
Ride the ethers and become one with each note.
Absorb life’s song and with all life…dance!
Originally Written: 3-2014
Guns,
and ballistic threats
don't settle anything
They can't,
more quickly
kill.
Mindfulness,
and compassion therapies,
might restore peace
We could
most inclusively
embrace.
Could our court
and prison
and police
and legislative systems
become more mindful,
less judgmental,
by restoring win/win hopeful health?
Rather than punishing
shadowed neurodiversity
and cognitive limitations
and post traumatic stress disorders
and attention deficit hyperactivity disorders
and poverty
and lack of affordable self-medication choices,
Retribution
revenge
assuming perpetrators had real-world powers
to choose
and chose badly
madly
sadly.
Court fines
and forced confinement
in bullying cultural environments,
and verbal abuse from guards
and cops
are not infractions
are not extractions
predations
crimes against healthy wealth
of possibilities
for restoring EarthTribe justice.
If mindfulness
could reflect
restore
nurture
anticipate
only panentheistic
win/win compassion within
and without
A portal
back through indigenous
ecofeminist
wisdom,
and forward
toward resilient co-therapeutic resonance
Musicians fading win/lose trauma
Wise elders listening together
to social anxiety,
through restorative
becameral curiosity,
anticipation,
EarthTribal integrity.