Long Vibration Poems
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Nimblest stick skims hit drum skin
Bring submittance to my ears afore deafened
Transmitted rhythm rips something
Transcribes fusion to percussionless essence
Slight vibration of battered recipient
Resonates hot with beat's cogent command
Arcaic lyrics kept frosted ambivalent
Snare wires wrap me tight with dire demand
Equipped persistent musician tender
Taps jazz ostinato out until my innards revolt
Sends suddenly a heart buzz centred
Haphazard feeds my ardent uncovered pulse
Simultaneous cymbal clash climactic
Existing utterly in thrum ghost note's vacance
Subdivision given in drummer's frantic
Twirled gut spasms driven by his incessance
17th October 2020
- Emperor Ultimate Music Maker, Ace -
I want to sing your name forever
Written: July 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
"heart sets up a vibration
echoing as wordless intent
mind translates in symbols
flight of our soul’s ascent
is intent then a stirring
of soul with God, conferring"
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Before tenacity sets off its fetching flame,
There is a stillness that cogitation can't achieve.
A breathless edge where time loses its cleave,
And stillness screams what words never claim.
The heart begins with an unanswered bell,
A fork of tuning fire before a plucking smell.
Its pulse is an unwritten or unheard poem,
A lit beacon shines in the grid of low hum.
Soul and root share secrets in this domain,
In soft waves of warm, unspoken light.
If feelings boil up, but lack a refrain,
Still caught up in the whirlwind of pure might.
All that matters is the look of that sparkle,
A phantom of greatness carved from the glow?
Ideas arise from dreams barely recalled,
A river that blends where no map can scald.
The mind is an inception of a starry semaphore,
Strain to maintain this shaking in a scroll.
But what it communicates is only a spore,
Mirrors of an overall that lacked a belt role.
The soul is a vessel lined with vapor vows,
Doesn't talk; it only pulses and flames.
Its desire strums the strings when it plows,
Not sowed, not seen, but vital with a name.
So before the page, the docket, and the appeal,
There is a sacred rhythm that rules, not real—
A chorus of rhythm sans beget, wild and free,
A rifle that is still not seen by the scree.
Is this divine voice in quiet sway?
Talking to the soul of cosmic breath?
A hymn that vibrates but cannot say,
Where truth and myth flock across death.
Intent is but the ember after song—
Ash of awe where stars and spirit throng.
Discontent with the way things are
we flounder about seeking joy
and to this end we strive and spar
but cavings of ego decoy,
so rudderless we drift afar.
Transfixed by diverse forms we see,
we're in a state of hypnosis;
nurturing lust, our soul's at sea.
Prayer proffers the prognosis ~
head and heart should with love agree.
Renouncing thus every excuse,
thoughts rested, we choose cessation,
succumbing not to ego’s ruse,
we align with love’s vibration;
rapture of bliss becomes our muse.
17-October-2022
HMS, Rhymezone, PS, Grammar
THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Theres a surge inside of Britain..' A tidal wave will rise
Comesl the hour come the hero's lts time for history to
Decide.' In the deep breath of September although the air might
Chill.' The streets will bear true witness.' The station yards
Shall fill.' In every corner of the Nation on every market
Square the vibration will be travelling in the spirit of those
Who care.' As a beacon is to darkness as the Sun is to the
Day, so determination is against tyranny' it can be no other way!'
On the fourteenth of September..And on everyday till then
Speak of right, and stand for justice, fight the good fight.'
Raise a voice, lift up the pen.' Raise the standard..Be ye worthy! every one..Each stand saviour of the other one.' Give three cheers for all
The prisoned hero's..And that Tommy Robinson.!!!
the void absorbs
vast array of energy orbs
viewing with non-judgmental eye
arms open in embrace, none does it decry
life giving light of the sun blesses one and all
even though but a handful few stand tall
those dwelling in deep dungeons dark
they too feel the throb of love hark
man endowed by power to discern
way to shed baser instincts yet to learn
empowerment instant in the void of stillness
with head and heart aligned attuned to oneness
in time recognising that everything is vibration
outer eye sees but temporal manifestation
ego mind stagnation in a narrow view
whilst love each instant renews
oh hermit, cultivate mindfulness
flowing continuum caring gentleness
vibrant within, outpouring love unceasing
moment to moment in sync with our breathing
18-January-2021
Reverberations
Moist, heavy air settled upon my skin
tauntingly teasing undulating hair.
Reaching out I clutch at the mocking wind
as its fading coolness flees into cloud
my tongue tasting the torment of the air
inhaling brimstone scented vibration
roiling within a billowing terror
striking in a blinding flash of fury
trembling as reverberations thunder
through the cornerstones of my DNA
heart racing to escape a dormant fear
the percussive aftermath of lightning’s arc.
Stillness becalmed on hope’s sporadic breath
exhaled within the darkness of a cloud.
©2/14/2018
submitted to – Describe a thunder storm without the sense of sound – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Brenda Chiri
Ohm is the omnipresent silence
Divine grace & benevolence
The very life source pulse
Connecting with God at once
Ohm outpouring soma divine
Enlivening energy grid lines
Elixirous bliss bequeathes
Across all body sheaths
Ohm the divine love vibration
Facilitating our transmutation
It is the inner sound current
To which inner ear is sentient
Ohm the magnetism in the void
In form is innocence overjoyed
Energy both kinetic and potential
Enabler of every known miracle
Ohm the silent thunder in our heart
Fusing all in love with none apart
That that has no end or beginning
It is our own divinity within singing
03-August-2020
Simply present, with thoughts rested,
awareness self-aware yet purrs
celebrating being alive,
wherefrom creative impulse stirs.
Soul's uniqueness chooses a beat
distilled within our glowing heart,
igniting within mind a spark,
enabling thought patterns to start.
Childlike innocence emotes love
but ego cravings have their say,
identified with mind-body,
causing both heart and mind to sway.
Love employs no force and so waits
for consciousness to become still,
which happens when head melds with heart,
fully aligned with divine will.
Employing free will we may choose
path self-serving or unity,
loving God's presence in all forms;
each breath, an opportunity.
Intent precedes thought, so let's pause,
first enhancing love's vibration,
that actions in thought, word and deed,
entwines us with God’s creation.
24-November-2022
Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks
A warm breeze rises within me
As I recall the moments
Which linger in my heart forever
The pulsating sphere of light and dark
Polar opposite lovers in the circle of life
Encompassing magnificent visceral nuances
Infinite shades of gray, slate, and steel
With mauve interludes
An elegant intimate tapestry
Complete with tears of joy and pain
Sharing love and grief
Gazing upwards I join my brothers and sisters
On jagged bare branches
As cool wind rustles our feathers
The white hawks, eagles, vultures, and their tribes
The birds of prey who gather
Sharing tales of their journeys through time
We all stare out
Our senses prickling with anticipation
A silence hovers
A shared glimpse
A collective inhale
Our ears and hearts awaken
Virgin raindrops fall on thirsty ferns
Their limey tendrils outstretched
Quenched in gratitude
A low rumble
Footsteps below
A clearing in the forest
Created by children gathering
Giggles and dust rise
Excited young mouths
Speaking in pantomime
Gesturing with kind intentions
Young creatures of the world kingdom
Unconcerned with language barriers
Sharing evolving consciousness
A wink of an eye
Hands on chest - feeling our heartbeats
Laughter emanating from within little bellies
Spinning freely in circles
Arms outstretched wide, heart open and exposed
Vulnerable in delight and anticipation
A low cello vibrates nearby
A gentle breeze rustles leaves
Which float in the air embracing light rays
Mesmerizing all
Pine boughs perform shadow puppet dances
On cascading rock walls nearby
Elders lean contently against tree trunks
Smiles slowly emerging as silent tears flow
A young child skips over
Tenderly grabbing her grandfather’s arm
Opening his hand, she plants a wet kiss
On his age-stained palm
Then gazes up at his toothy grin
Before returning to the gathering
Wild beasts arrive and quiet
Kneeling by water’s edge
To drink and watch
Hands clasp
A sharing ensues
A vibration rises
As souls gather
Radiating light and hope to all
Captain America was a super-hero,
but he needed a strong shield
for protection against enemy attacks,
and he used a triangular one for a long while.
Replacing the over-used old one,
President Roosevelt presented him
a circular shield made of alien metal vibranium,
given by the King of Wakanda.
The disc-shaped shield was indestructible,
for it had unique vibration absorption property,
saving the Captain from life-threatening attacks,
helping him to incapacitate the Red Skull.
The legendary shield created history,
after Captain’s death one replica was kept in museum,
another was buried with him,
until he was resurrected from suspended animation.
The shield can be construed as a symbol,
created by the invincible spirit of man
for protection by the screen of faith in God
against the evils of the world.
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July 24, 2022
Contest : Captain America's Shield
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori