Long Unison Poems
Long Unison Poems. Below are the most popular long Unison by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Unison poems by poem length and keyword.
Act 1 Scene 1
Water: “ I am water and I create Energy without using coal.”
Air : “I am air, and I can now create Energy without using coal”
Water:” I flow through a pipe, then push against blades in a turbine that spin
to power a generator to produce clean green electricity.”
Air:“It's discovered that clean green electricity is generated from my humidity.”
Act 2 scene 1
Water : “I cover 71% of the earth’s surface”
Air: “I cover 100% of the earth’s surface”
Water: “I contain Hydrogen and Oxygen”
Air: “ So do I” “ I am needed to produce fire”
Water: “ I extinguish fire when its out of control or no longer needed.”
Act 3 Scene 1
Water : “I prevent dehydration in humans and animals and without me they
could not survive” “I have no calories”
Air: “I prevent suffocation in humans and animals and without me they
could not survive” “I have no calories either”
Air: “ Vegetation, birds and mammals need me to survive
Water:” Vegetation, birds , fish and mammals need me to survive
Water:” I am needed to swim."
Air : “ I am needed to swim and run and climb and walk."
Water and Air in unison: ” I guess we are a special pair”
"This earth is lucky we both are there." They take a bow- Exit stage right.
THE END
We exist for different purposes, perhaps 1 perhaps six
Forage food, mark trails and warnings of the enemy we echo
Sometimes, the unknown and uninvited guests, we query
Is our unison voice singular to a higher up?
Are our motions and interpretations of our universe just?
Maybe we will never know or we will find out in five
I imagine they are watching counting our progress, from the obsidian vastness, perhaps in series of five.
We assume their intelligence is higher, maybe of aeons six
Do they see us and think we are primitive just?
Or are they amazed by how far we seem to echo?
Our adaptations lead us on paths marked by contours going up
To search for meaning and ensure our surroundings we query
That one stridulation triggered a series we have to query.
Where it came from, why the palpitations of five?
Did wires that weren't supposed to touch there up?
It must have communicated something their six may not be our six.
We could try to mimic and that signal we echo
To the beyond and hope they understand us just
Up down we march to match our actions just
A rich medley, multi-terpene blend signals we are going to query
We march towards the stridulation, our sensilla seem to echo
A chain of unknowns multiplying in exponentials of six
The map we attempt to follow only goes up to five
We hope to convene the right message up
I'm sure the crows caught it, we felt the disturbance up
But that was not one of us just
Different temporal structures, I guess we close the voyage in six
Just for the moment as we recalibrate and make a new query
Signal predictability, yardstick useful for seconds five
To aid us try to understand the beyond that we echo
Our conquest to understand is only now an echo
The intensity we ought to have no longer stepped up
Hoping to cross paths again and know in five
What’s being said and signalled just
Atop a hill of questions we send out our last query
And hope the higher being catch it as we count to six
We map the numbers from six to five,
Hunting the crow's echo and cosmic query,
While up on the mound, we are just ants.
WARMTH
In your eyes visualised my immersion.
My wobbled heart pulsated: ‘Please do respond.’
Your glow of eyes reflected my passion.
At last we were tied in social bond.
Desired delighted days on unison.
Thought emotion to flow like stream endless.
But initiation, evolution
and extinction! That’s natural process.
Days passed ! Couple stepped to higher status.
Parents give family,priority.
Rearing children, life turned abloom lotus.
First and foremost ! Responsibility.
Compromise and adjustment in each step.
Only WARMTH I need ! Passion to escape.
You are plucking your guitar
in the silence of the night;
And as I flip curtains
from my windowpane,
I caught your silhouette
dancing with the melody
of your husky voice.
With the same old song
that's in my heart
I begin to sing
in unison with you
and the orchestrating cicadas
behind us.
Infinite colours~
of cosmic sounds and sights
midst the sparkle
of the starlit sky hail~
as my silhouette joins yours
to sing and dance
forgotten rhapsody of love.
30 June 2020
Hon. Mention
STRAND completely new (3) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 7/1/2020 3:35:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I’m in the kitchen at Lisa’s. Her little sister Leeza enters, her pale, freckled face redder than usual. “Liza is the bossiest sister..,” Leeza says, slamming the cupboard door after grabbing a box of Fruity-Pebbles-cereal like she’s choking the life out of it.
Lisa enters from the hall, her jaw set with tension, she waves her “La Mer” makeup bag, wildly, letting its very existence, there in the kitchen, function as angry exposition. “YOU,” she practically screams and then shaking with outrage, she begins more calmly. “You can’t use someone else's makeup and ESPECIALLY not their brushes!!” She had begun under control but with each word her message grew emotionally.
“I didn’t hurt anything!” Leeza answered venomously back, giving as good as she got.
I lean with my butt against the waist high kitchen island, slowly letting myself slide down to where I’m not visible, into a sitting position on the floor, as the fight quickly escalates.
Have you ever been a guest somewhere, when there’s a sibling fight or other parents start yelling at a friend? All you can do is try and become invisible - or pretend to text on your phone like you can’t hear the turmoil.
I catch a motion out of the corner of my eye, it’s their mom, Barbara, motioning me, with a side-bob of her head, into the living room. I quietly, crouchingly exit the kitchen - the fight reaching full, nuclear bloom.
I join her on a white sectional, breathing a sigh of relief. We’re far enough away from the action to feel uninvolved. I like Barbara a lot. She's warm, open and always seems to be suppressing a smile when watching her girls. She’s a lawyer. “You’re officially part of the family,” she says, as she takes a sip of coffee, “they don’t fight in front of company.” I grin.
Somewhere just below the tumult, I hear a dad’s deep, male voice, ”Excuse me?” he says, and the fight is instantly over. There is a moment of deafening quiet. “It’s nothing,” both girls say, a second later, in perfect, synchronized, bored-sounding unison.
Lay in bed, not a sound to hear, except your beating heart, don't think, don't do anything except be in the moment, you are surrounded by beauty, monarch butterflies kiss your cheek.
Be in this moment, only you and mother nature, be in her cathedral of pure bleak, she has called you here, because you are so dear, the warm Texas breeze blows your hair, close your eyes, she has a surprise.
Monarch butterflies are laying themselves on your soul, they are saying "we love you" as only they can, are you finally at peace? A loved one has come to say HI, time has come to say goodbye, but no tears you shed, instead you sit up and smile, you ate greeted with a beautiful sight. Millions of monarch butterflies fly in unison, to carry your burdens, your worries, away to mexico..
You are made whole now, Go forth and spread your love, walk in peace, and don't forget to look above...
LOVE LETTER
Dear
Sweet Heart
I am here!
Few feet apart
In the same garden
Me! Plant, white Hibiscus
found you all on a sudden
My dream girl! Cheerful Land Lotus.
Blooming proud with white blaze in morning,
slowly turning pleasant pink in evening.
Enchanted, charmed in splendid sparkle.
Your elegant beauty made a miracle.
Sent my adoration through breeze
My Love! Please reciprocate
You nodded smooth at ease.
My love to accept.
My pollen flown
as wind flew.
Spread on
You.
Pure Perfect fertilization to bring
Our marvelous wonderful off spring
White Hibiscus and Land Lotus
on natural unison
produced nice HIBITUS
White turns soft crimson
Change of color
New Species
Genre.
Nice.
10/04/17
Note. In my garden Blooming White Hibiscus on land Lotus Plant turns pink at evening. Plant is grown naturally not a product of artificial breeding
Love letter Contest by Viv Wigley
Second Place
As a teenager, I was so lean and lanky.
My mother worried over my physical stature.
She believed that all the nutrients in my diet,
were rapaciously devoured by my hair.
From childhood onwards, I had long, thick hair
that cascaded down my back like a jumping cataract.
Each time I got ready for school in my uniform,
my mom had trouble plaiting it into two pigtails.
After school, it took much of my time to tease apart the strands,
release and unbind, what my mom had so neatly done.
She wanted to cut my hair short, I too agreed
as it took so long for me to have my hair dried after every bath.
(It was a time when we had not even heard of hair dryers!)
When I conveyed my mom’s decision to my friends,
they said in unison- “Your long hair is your sole attraction,
we are all jealous of you for it. If you cut it
you’ll be like a sheep after its fleece is sheared,
Oh, so ugly”
My hair was straight like stick, black and glossy without even a curve.
I was so upset about it as curly hair was what everyone preferred,
in a village without the ‘refinement’ and sophistications of urban life.
After every long journey, I had to spend hours clearing the tangles of my hair.
When I entered college, my hair became my distinguishing mark.
All referred to me as ‘the girl with long hair’ and it became my identity.
Girls from cities had begun frequenting parlours for straightening their hair
I was happy I had natural straight hair without recourse to artificial means
Thus, for the first time, I began feeling proud of my hair.
I spent hours before the mirror, admiring my hair and tying it in styles, varied.
Also started wearing it with my chin up and flaunting it unabashedly.
When I joined college as a lecturer, I could hear exclamations of ‘wow’
from my students, whenever I turned to the black board to write something,
and my silly feminine heart fluttered in vanity like a peacock.
Before long, silver threads began to peek here and there.
When they came in one and two, I plucked them away.
But Time, like a mischievous imp began to play nasty games.
In a couple of years, I was all grey and now I thrive on hair dye.
Indeed, a messy job! To make things easy I have cut my hair short.
Sad, my mother is not there to see me in short hair!
I was thinking within myself
What would I want at a minimum?
A brief celebration with you and God
Together just us
May we talk for 7 minutes
May we walk for 7 minutes
May we just together read Gods word slowing, just together
May we just together look at His awe (all) creations all that's He's made
Or we could just stay on the porch, in unison and just pray
What would my positive desire and gift be?
Something that you could share with me
I would ask your Father first Our Scriptural Dad
Father, could I have just minimum 7 minutes to look at you daily
Could I have just 70 minutes of verbal contact daily No really it’s whatever you say?
Or even just 7 minutes daily a slow, decent holy special talk
Father around a block in her (your) space could we just walk
A nature walk viewing your awesome creations- As we talk
Studying God’s word together those 7 selective chapters
Could we just sit or stand still and converse
Just positive real talk - On the front or back porch
With our Father staring just watching over us
May we talk for 7 minutes
May we walk for 7 minutes
May we just together read Gods word slowing, just together
May we just together look at His awe (all) creations all that's He's made
Or we could just stay on the porch, in unison and just pray
Studying God’s word together those 7 selective chapters
Could we just sit or stand still and converse
Just positive real talk - On the front or back porch
With our Father staring just watching over us, AMEN
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Here I stand-
in front of a forsaken farmhouse;
Reminiscing how it used to be
a once warm abode
Goats and chickens cheered in unison
When grandmom yelled for munchies
While lost at play grandchildren-
filled the now deserted haven;
Memories echo- like a long lost melody
in the silent sanctuary;
Now, as I gaze upon the relics
of this forgotten farmland
I feel the warmth once again
Remembering my grandfather
how he labored...
To raise us~
what we are today.
Honouring my grandfather who raised me since I was 20 days old on this
(Happy) Fathers' Day - June 2020. I am grateful.