Long Rhythm Poems
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Haunted feelings carried by
Wings of night as shadows fly
Drip drop words from pages then
Feed the fire like oxygen
Muffled voices through the door
Phrases heard once long before
Rhythm opened eyes now see
Lost forgotten parts of me
Black on white then white again
Ghostly paths to where I’ve been
Keys then press themselves to say
Things I want to hide away
Lowered hands at last let go
Worried worlds lie far below
Rising vantage ever on
Poem by poem and song by song
Dusted dancing leads to lead
Fast descent to slumber’s bed
Dawn of light and break of day
Melts the night mist fast away
But drifting silent to the floor
Are pages…as they were before
…Jeff Bresee
In the dance of shadows, secrets unfold,
A controversial tale, daring and bold.
A shadow's embrace, a silent connection,
Whispers of obsession, a hidden reflection.
Stalking in rhythm, a dubious affair,
In the moonlit glow, temptation's snare.
Priceless moments, or a dangerous game?
Seducing shadows, fueling the flame.
Star-studded wishes, a clandestine plea,
Moonlight conspiracies, enticing and free.
Breaths intertwined, a forbidden delight,
As figures stroll under the veiled night.
Old followers yearn for solace and grace,
In the persuasive musings, a controversial chase.
A silhouette's dance, a provocative sight,
In the controversial verses of the night.
Don't quit your daydream, whispers soul
We're free and unbound, as heart knows
Though seeming hemmed in, play life's role
Blissfully, in the boat God rows
Beauteous is, joyous heart's rhythm
Don't quit your daydream, whispers soul
Feel bliss ignite our body prism
Becoming the light we extol
Life trials take a heavy toll
Freedom is embrace and release
Don't quit your daydream, whispers soul
Follow heart's muse with carefree ease
Effortlessly reach the summit
Relinquish ego to feel whole
Meld with the void, worthy hermit
Don't quit your daydream, whispers soul
20-November-2022
The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu
Is heard passing through the streets of Ia?i.
But, Lord, what a long journey it has made,
How pale and weary he seems to be!
And what is happening, Lord, in the sky and among the stars?
And what's happening in the wide world?
Does the poet come from his parental home?
Does he come from the realm of shadows to the living?
And tell us if everything is just an illusion
And tell us if we are mistaken.
A rhythm of hooves is heard on the stone
Crying strangely in its wake:
The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu
Is heard passing through Ia?i.
And some are born, others die,
At this sign, the acacias sigh
And the linden trees weep with yearning.
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid, that this is all there is,
On the edge of cold reality,
The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu
Passes through the streets of Ia?i.
It always passes, it's heard to pass,
Through the beloved streets of his town,
But the carriage seems without substance
And the horses seem made of smoke.
Nevertheless, as long as Romania will be on earth,
In line with the last steps,
The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu
Will always pass through Ia?i.
Be ready to give him a noble welcome,
Even if you feel the mournful thought,
That eternally through Ia?i the carriage will pass,
And it will never stop.
I gaze into a world of gleam,
Where I am missing from the dream.
"I am the watcher of the scene."
In a flash, knowing I am me,
I wake with a shiver, sudden and free.
Drenched in sweat from head to toe,
I am alive. "Phew," I softly go.
Is it a dream dreaming a dream's deep art?
Or is the dream waking my sleeping heart?
Once more, I drift into a dream.
"I am the watcher of the scene."
A rhythm mixed with beauty's grace,
Your touch that makes my spirit race.
Hand in hand, you and I,
Through grassy woods we wander by.
"Walking toward the self-same dream, side by side."
Then, I wake up wide.
Awakening with an empty mind,
I drink ice water left behind.
"While drinking that cold, icy cup of gray,
You swallow the dream without a way."
We are the saplings of the universe, grown from the dust of long-extinguished stars,
Branches of consciousness blooming in the cosmic garden of ephemeral existence.
The leaves of our thoughts rustle in the wind of time, whispering untold stories,
While the roots of the soul stretch deep into the fertile soil of collective memory.
The photosynthesis of emotions transforms the light of experience into the energy of life,
We grow slowly, eon after eon, adapting to the changing climate of reality.
We are ancient trees with rings of wisdom hidden in the trunk of history,
And at the same time, we are fragile seeds carried by the wind of destiny into the future.
The chlorophyll of our dreams absorbs the essence of the universe, nourishing us with miracles,
We perspire drops of inspiration that water the arid soil of daily routine.
In every cell of our being pulses the ancestral rhythm of nature,
And in every thought lies a whole forest of unexplored possibilities.
Sometimes we are ephemeral flowers, blooming for a moment in the garden of eternity,
Other times, we are ancient sequoias, silent witnesses to the passage of time.
We intertwine like vines around the pillars of existence, seeking support and meaning,
And we open like water lilies towards the infinite sky of knowledge and becoming.
In essence, we are plants of consciousness, rooted in cosmic soil,
Growing towards the light of understanding, nourished by the rain of experiences,
Spreading pollen of ideas in the wind of change, perpetuating the cycle of evolution.
We are the living garden of the universe, ever-growing, ever-transforming.
Sometimes I dream of disappearing—without goodbyes, without maps, without a last glance back,
just this thought ignites my soul, a silent thrill in the desire for chaos,
I don’t know where I’d go, not really—just somewhere far, somewhere quiet,
maybe to a place where no one knows my name, where I can be loud or silent,
it’s not that I’m sad, not really—just tired of the same days endlessly repeating,
and the idea of starting anew feels like sunlight after rain,
so if I disappear, don’t look for me too soon, I’m not lost,
just becoming someone else, sometimes the bravest thing we do
is to leave before we start running, to leave a place without looking back,
seeking a corner of the world where silence sings and no clock measures time,
where I can breathe deeply, feel my heart find its rhythm in the peace of renewal,
and understand that sometimes, true courage is choosing to be yourself in the unknown.
In Cimmerian's heart, where night is king,
A shroud of black, where silent whispers cling.
No starry light, no moonbeam's tender kiss,
A velvet night, where all is amiss.
A name that echoes through the endless dark,
Cimmerian calls and leaves its mark.
A chilling word that freezes to the core,
Where shadows reign, and peace is no more.
The sun forgot to rise this morn,
Left the world in endless night forlorn.
No dawn to cleave the suffocating night,
No sun to bring the world to light.
The air is thick with an unseen dread,
A heavy cloak, a weight upon the head.
A silence deep, where secrets keep,
And restless spirits their vigil keep.
The heart beats fast, its rhythm wild,
As fear takes hold, in this land defiled.
A phantom's touch, so cold and sly,
In Cimmerian's grasp, where hopes all die.
A realm of night, where light is lost,
And fear takes flight, no matter the cost.
A place where dreams to dust return,
And shadows dance, in malicious spurn.
Yet in this dark, a spark takes flight,
A will that challenges the night.
For in the hearts of those who dare,
A fire burns, a hope beyond compare.
Cimmerian may reign with its velvet night,
But within the brave, a flame burns bright.
And so, they fight, against the gloom,
To chase away the endless doom.
For though the dark may be profound,
The light within, can still be found.
In Cimmerian's realm, where night is deep,
The courageous keep their watchful sweep.
So let the shadows twist and turn,
For every soul, a lesson learns.
That in the black, where fear instills,
The strength of spirit, all darkness kills.
Soft leaves underfoot, mosaics of nature
Sleeping in shadows of yawning maples
Beneath these stretching branches I roam
Foot steps in rhythm with a woodpecker’s cadence
Humming to the harmony of dawn’s cool breeze
Sunlight weaves past distant mountain peaks
Warming my face, enhancing my vision
Miles evaporate like morning dew
Moments become an ever changing serenity
For happiness waits at the end of this journey
Clear waters race between glistened stone
I splash my face in anticipation of a new day
Dreaming of her on an Adirondack kind of morning
Following a path through the mirrors of my thoughts
Listening for the endless echoes of love
Peaceful vistas beckon my heart’s desires
Cleansing my soul in lilac wanderings
Breathing the air of solitude affection
Knowing this sunrise lifts her from sleep
Praying her first thought is of me
HARMONY
Harmony is important to handle different areas of life;
your inner self, relationships, health and career. It is
getting in tuned with yourself to know and be conscious
of who you are and finding inner peace and contentment.
Harmony is getting in agreement with your mind and spirit
to know your life’s purpose and to relate, connect and be
in sync with loved ones, family, friends, relatives and others.
Getting in accord with your body for your overall well-being.
Harmony is the key to art and artists perfecting their craft.
It is a principle of art, how the elements work together
in logical progression or relationship and to look and feel
all the elements work as a whole, in unity or unified way.
In Music, it is the combination of simultaneous musical
notes to produce chords or chord progression with pleasing
melody or rhythm or it is simply, the pleasant combination
of notes or music played at the same time, like a symphony.
In vocal music or singing, it is the supplementation of a vocal
melody with additional notes that fit the underlying note.
In Poetry, it is the combination of the topic of the thought,
the words and the sounds for a poem is like a musical chant.
In dance, it is the combination of balance, rest and succession
of movements, like in one direction, pattern, jump, turn, slide.
In drawing, it is the combination of straight lines, angles, space,
curves, proportions, alignments creating sense of togetherness.
Harmony is the principle that produces unity or wholeness,
achieved when the elements come together in a unified way.
12/28/21 Submitted
Strand No 1042 Poetry
Brian Strand
9/5/21 "H" Contest, New Or Old Poems Poetry
Constance La France
Theme: 1. Harmony