Long Vibrations Poems
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Hey diddle diddle
I don’t play the fiddle
But I do love to tinkle the keys
I play them with ease
Will you sing along, please?
The classics or a hip hop rock tune
But don’t get me wrong
My kids strum along
And the vibrations will shake up a room
The guys in my house
Shut their ears to my Strauss
While guitars knock the socks off the gloom
One plays the drums, the whole neighborhood hums
Though it might bring the cops on the run
Our little dog laughs
To hear such a blast
As our tunes travel over the moon
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For Francine's contest "Tell Us Something We Don't Know"
He painted with emotions from a palette of words
Found himself in a forest of light green foliage
Threw his colours and ink pots high into the air
Waited for streams of consciousness to settle
Until sentiments found sentences on their own
The prism of clouds condensed into sun light
A bold font trickled from the pen’s fountain
Near a spring of love healing and innocence
Above an eagle circled above smudges of tears
Imagined that he was part of the poet’s plot
A flying aerial daredevil screeched his giggles
Undertone of freedom and ambience of spirit
Sound of the wilderness and narration of prey
A reminder and prayer of letting go of the past
Charisma found pages of unequivocal surrender
The scribe had been a hunter a few blue moon ago
Had once sharpened his quill with a razor of anger
Before twilight dawned on meaning and conscience
Planting seeds in an undergrowth of a restless mind
The bird’s wisdom dispersed the protagonist’s agony
Gently eased his kind claws and compassionate beak
Meanwhile the writer’s soul dispersed shadows of doubt
Fluorescent vibrations flirted around a layer of light
As the character witness unshackled anxiety’s trap
Relieved from permanence a new aura reflected his mood
The theme for the poem is ‘Aura’
12th January 2020
My steps sketch themselves in charcoal on this sunlit path.
My brushes lose their way upon the open canvas of life.
Shadows are rare this morning, and yet still awaited.
A white merges with the vast blue of the sky in a blessed instant.
Creation is an alchemy that opens the gates of paradise.
The palette, a deep breath unfolding its wings of color.
Poetry, the blender of life’s hues, shapes a shelter.
Letting these sparks of brightness slip away warms the heart.
Feeling a breeze of emotions invade us then fade.
Performing a light and steady gesture that touches the heart.
Weaving a cloth of colors to finally watch it soar.
Opening the sky to the vibrations of the purest sounds is flattering.
Perceiving a silence laying its imprint as it withdraws.
Watching this universe of tones glide quietly toward the invisible.
Sensing this lesson unfold in a hesitant gesture.
To the arpeggio of light is bound what is born unspeakable.
— Joël Charvillat
ADDA is our third space,
A beloved & sacred place.
Here we learn to love self,
In vibrations, in intuitions we do dwell.
Want to wane worries, or cross a treacherous path,
Or simply need a supporting act.
Join, sit back and relax.
Take center stage or enjoy the ringside view,
Glow in our spotlight, or enjoy the reflected hue,
When the clock strikes 9:30, we are there for you.
It is a time to learn, to play, recognise or to celebrate.
A game, an expert, language or science,
History, finances or rhymes,
Or a journey through times.
ADDA has it all,
Join to have a ball!
Sometimes,
A treasure of stories,
Living fantasies,
A deep dive into realism.
A playfield,
For a novice, one’s first tryst,
Where one grows from a seed to a sapling or a caterpillar to a butterfly,
A stage for an expert,
An attentive ear, a learned audience- push you further to gly
ADDA has seen, celebrated it all!
ADDA takes a special feel,
When our dynamic duo, grace the screen.
A smiling diva - heart melting, benevolent Ma Mansi,
A guiding light, ceaseless wisdom, path maker, Guru Shivo
ADDA is a journey,
Many hop in, hop out,
Stamping their imprints, many to follow.
Wheel is in motion; it will roll on…
People come & people go,
ADDA is a constant, one cannot ignore!
He beats on the drum
The vibrations thrill
It makes me succumb
He goes for the kill
He sways as he plays
and beat after beat
puts me in a daze
He brings on the heat
My body's in time
to his every move
We are so in sync
This is a great groove
My eyes are transfixed
to him in the band
Drumsticks are flying
in capable hands
His eyes are shut tight
Lips? Slightly parted
Oh, how will he know...
what he has started?
Thumping and thrashing
his instrument quakes
Just like my body~~~
that quivers~~and~~shakes
I squirm in my seat,
wipe sweat from my brow
I get up and dance...
the moment is NOW!!!
Oh glory, oh me!
He opens his eyes
They fixate on me
can't hide his surprise
My fire consumes
Drum beat entrances
I want him so bad!
What are my chances?
His eyes fix on me
That look takes me in
I'm know what it means
Tonight is a win!
The beat, it dies down
He talks to the band
Comes down from the stage
takes me by the hand
He pulls me to him,
both dripping in sweat
We go on back stage
Make music? You BET!
Eileen Ghali
One O'Clock Jump the song need a Steg
to helps break up the monotony
Dichotomy she spoke of days
where he was truly in love.
It was 8:08 she said.
i remember cause I was snapping my fingers
to the groove.I loved the sound.
"Oh" I said speaking of the
what she just mentioned. I felt foolish: she was
speaking of a drum machine. Drums with no drummer!
She said he was magically in love with music and
magicailly in love with her, "I love him too" she said.
with her. They had to reinstallate the walls due
to the vibrations of there
music and love mak
Her drummer once catch them dancing in silk
and nothing.
She told him to sit down until the song was over.
Grabbing a robe she covered
while he stood before me talking
like nothing was out of place.
He knew the guy who owned the
quarry were the marble he had bought
was mined.
He said the foreman told him to watch out for ground bees.
It was beleived ground bees could burrow into the stone
and when cut the thick slabs would be a perfect house for them
Durning the interveiw a swarm
of bees emerged. canceling everything.
I heasrd they had solved the problem.
The bees were in the blue slab in the studio.
They wrote the song "Anthophora abrupta" or burrow"
with help from a gifted muscain from Red bank New Jersey.
One guy said the song was bad: and
a debate came out on taste. But those
who knew the slang of music
knew that the guy said the song was tough,
or was something that had feeling and was
song worthy enough to be liked. We later found
that the couple had lied about the ground
bee's to get extra money to pay the
guy from Jersey.
When I die,
Believe that I am still here.
Everything you hear.
From the shake of the earth
To the vibrations of voices.
I am still here.
The way you see the world,
It may be ugly.
But, take my hand so you’ll
Then see the beauty of my world.
Because I am still here.
Be brave. Have strength.
Hold on to faith and courage.
Though I am gone,
I am still here.
Though I left, God..
God let me be here.
Left pieces of me.
So you’ll never be alone.
My child. Hear this soft voice.
I am still here.
Your heart? I am there.
The sky? I am there.
The earth? I am there.
Everywhere you go.
My child. Have faith.
Believe.
‘Cause I am still here.
From the bottom of our heart,
through the windows of the eyes
We send vibrations to everyone,
from all corners, everywhere
for all continents...
Is the message of love, of tenderness
of faith... do you realize why?
Because it's Christmas time...
Time to live tenderly,
to live in peace and humanely,
with tenderness in the eyes and tenderness
in gestures...
It's Christmas, Jesus was born...
Jesus Christ is born...
Holy time...!
Perfect O’s
Bright smiles form lipstick O’s.
Operatic brunette and blond bonding.
Vibrato’s and vibrations shining.
Holding notes in guileless breath.
Shimmering shaking, shoulders and hips.
Nineteen fifties blue sweater and plaids.
Saddle shoes and necklace pendulums.
Sweet sounds reverberating exaltations.
The music of the deck could go on and on.
Their premiere performance sends me
To pearly gates and beyond. Crimson O’s
flying like angel wings welcoming paradise.
Build up of crescendo waves, body curls.
The ebb and flow of flowery pearls.
Knees bob and hide under yonder skirts.
The buttons show but little of their tilt.
Toothy wins, white and innocent, impress.
Pure and wrinkleless faces, precious steps.
Operatic brunette and blond friendship.
Perfect smiles hold bright opulent O’s.
our consciousness
what we call aliveness
be it for whatever reason
resident here in body prison
bubble of organic form material
senses five and mind, both spherical
with each function having two polarities
rotating automatically in continuity
between manifestations external
and underlying reality internal
ever present in all vibrations
flow of life in continuation
each cognised life pulse
throbs in space as an impulse
screen of consciousness unchanging
upon which sensations keep interchanging
including our attention alert and sleepy
razor focus as well as trance dreamy
movement is life, stagnation death
breath easy cometh and goeth
there then thus nothing to be done
nestled in bliss in the light of the sun
flowing with ease, embrace and release
delusion being simply if we cling to a sneeze
moment to moment, unbroken continuum
devoid of attachments, ego residuum
divine aligned, with no inner conflict
blissful when we cease to resist
07-August-2021