Instead of isolation
consider oscillation
Proof positive
is clear to see
It all boils down
to frequency
Which of these words
hits close to home
a metronome or
garden gnome?
Their differentiation
lies in oscillation
Metronomes oscillate
tick-tick-tick
Garden gnomes isolate in
s i l e n c e
s i l e n c e
s i l e n c e
Will tick-tick-tick
define your life
or silence filled with
fear and strife?
Proof positive
is clear to see
It all boils down
to frequency
Instead of isolation
consider oscillation
Live life one tick at a time
Meter matters as does rhyme
Situational awareness
Won’t protect you if you’re careless
How much better at day’s end
to be found kind
Categories:
metronomes, community, courage, hope, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Surrender to the rhythm
under the world!
The night music of ages
Dance the Dance Macabre
Clubs deep bass seeps
Into Dark corners
as the lunar keeps the time!
Electric lights keep the rhythm
under the world…
Absent images in cathode
rayed tubes keep the thump and hum…
The feet move to the groove
The pulse of a heartbeat
in ascends in rhythm and rhyme
to a world beyond worlds…
Divine!
A never-were that never was a
Neverland…
Nevermore!
Keep in metronome march.
The ruthless ragged raging rhythm.
In the earth under the currents of life
dance the Divinities, the dance Macabre!
Of the world within, and the world without surrender to…
The rhythm and rage
of the metronomes grace!
The rhythm under the world…
Categories:
metronomes, allegory, allusion, analogy, art,
Form: Free verse
Pushing past the tangles of imagery
faded torn things better left unknown
broken toys and metronomes tones
scattered after a Wars drone
the voices of infancy
the pain
the violence
a loss of innocence
pushing pass the imagery!
Categories:
metronomes, allegory, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Sitting in the wake of emotions
Feeling the Flood of thoughts
drip off the edge of my hard hands
I tilt the hour glass, watch it crash
The metal grinds the eons song
Images pass from a long silence
To infect my eye with rage
Rear the ruined head of man
touch the metronome feel its rhythm
to keep it in time of my heart beat
I pass from their plain of Consciousness.
Categories:
metronomes, age, dark, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
Racing toward the deep blue horizon,
Chasing the golden sun across America
Expressing wonderment at the vastness
Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses
Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest
Tall soldier-like windmills standing guard
While cattle graze, tails twitching like metronomes
To the beat of the clackity-clack road noises.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written August 24, 2021
Brian Strand "Verse Freed" Poetry Contest
March 4, 2022
Categories:
metronomes, america, farm, places, travel,
Form: Free verse
“Entranced”
Without the partner
where’s the dance?
Invisible
circling the room
considering the cool
insubstantive Shallows
sizing minds,
blood coursing
through veins
fluttering hearts and feet
outside the edge
the true dance
watches pulses marking time
like metronomes
It waits in the deep
eventually instinct
cuts to the
chase
for now it remains
fixated on you
it's hungry for
entranced
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Black and Gold" / Sam Sparrow
https://youtu.be/eHuebHTD-lY
"Nasty Girl" / Inaya Day (cover/Vanity6)
https://youtu.be/hvWO2zUvpcU
"Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass;
it’s about learning to dance in the rain."
"Dancers don’t need wings to fly."
"You're something else..."
Substantive (adjective)
1.
having a firm basis in reality and so important, meaningful, or considerable.
2.
having a separate and independent existence.
Categories:
metronomes, dance, fun, romance,
Form: Romanticism
Twas the night before Christmas, when peace and good will
Swept over a snow-covered land, bright and still.
Then, crash! In the kitchen a clatter was heard
Some scoundrel had stolen the Michaelmas bird!
A series of paw prints left no room for doubt
His dog bed lay empty -the verdict was out!
A trail of pork sausages strewn on the ground
Led up to a shed where the culprit was found.
And other accomplices so it would seem
Had followed the scent of his dastardly scheme-
Tails wagging like metronomes set at full speed
Tongues dripping, ears twitching, eyes brimming with greed,
A circle of canines, a dozen at least
Had gathered to sample this succulent feast.
In central position, the trophy in place
With regal composure, a smile on his face,
No hint of contrition, no whimper of shame
There sat our prize turkey and thieving Great Dane!
He learned a tough lesson that bleak Christmas Eve,
A four-legged friend is not meant to deceive.
And slinking home later, with nowhere to hide,
He spent a cold night in the dog-house outside!
26.11.19
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
metronomes, christmas, dog, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
The wheat waved ...
Manic metronomes en masse
Steadily ticking off unsteady time
Feathery fingers coaxing the cumuli eastward
Away from the tangerine-tinted reach
He waded slowly through the sepia grasses
Palms-down to tickle the tops
Dusk approached like a sword - sure of its mark
So he quickened his pace to claim the woods while he could still see
Not far now, the evergeens pierced the sky
An emerald cathedral to welcome him in divine fashion
Woody windows deep and black
'Always toward the darkness', he mused
(An ambiguous chuckle to himself)
He would be safer there, but it held cautions of its own
Still, the pine needles offered soft slumber
And the inky blackness, its arms
He was shaking from the shock of blood loss
Freezing cold, though it was a warm summer's eve
"I might yet make it home," he said aloud
The sound of it adding weight to his fading hopes
He lay down near a large pine tree, wrapped tight in his blanket
Closing his eyes, he thought sweetly of his woman
And surrendered to the swirling dreams
From which ...
He would never wake.
Categories:
metronomes, adventure, conflict, nature,
Form: Free verse
Glancing out, the mountains call
Sweet freedom is my friend.
She beckons and I hear her call,
Whose acquaintance has no end.
Toes are itching, bouncing,
But contained inside these shoes-
Such great parts long to hear
Poems amidst the truth.
But also- yes, there is a wait,
The ticking, tocking sounds.
The metronomes of little frogs
Keeping time with freedom’s song.
Like snoring, they are only heard
By those they keep awake-
For the ones who hear the little frogs
Know what’s behind the gate.
Yes- I can hear the song of freedom sung,
But should I wait to hear the frogs,
Life truly has begun.
So here thanksgiving rules
And here I will await-
As the freedom I still long to see
Will remain behind the gate.
For it belongs, and I in it, to the giver, not the child;
And in the gift, I will choose to walk within the wild.
Categories:
metronomes, beauty, earth, giving, growth,
Form: Free verse
One’s life is no more or less
Than an hourglass made flesh
Each grain of sand
But a heartbeat of man
Each breath a small death
In the end…
We’re no more than metronomes
Fashioned from flesh and bones
Mere measure of mortality
No more…No less
We’re no more than photons
Mere flashes of light
No more that a meteor’s
Brief flight in the night
A minute component
An atom at best
No more than an hourglass
…Made flesh…
Categories:
metronomes, creation, life, time,
Form: Couplet
caged birds muted with selfish thoughts of freedom
cats wtih eyes like metronomes burning their stare into faces
killers silencing their victims with hands like death
saints waiting patiently for a savior
and where am i?
im nowhere...
vanished into a universe where thoughts are free
away from the trapeze act of living
asleep for a thousand years in my own eternal peace
walking through a valley of controlled mayhem
street cars speeding by splashing
puddles on business men on sidewalks made of gold
screaming winds yell tragedies into crying childrens ears
mothers wrapping worthless arms around shaking blankets
the walls of homes crashing down exposing city lights to sleeping families
chaos.
the only peace ill ever know
Categories:
metronomes, dark, dream, pain, passion,
Form: Free verse
Rings around an equine leg,
captured gait and proud of heritage,
slice my heart to freedom's pitch
to lay the stones to pave
Fields should sway in wildflower metronomes
to the running hooves of a thousand feet
Sun on manes and nostril steam
breaking the morning dew in clumps
and yet I watch as canters stop painfully short
and white wood fences become brick walls
to never be toppled, except in flight
in midnight eyes and fire.
Categories:
metronomes, animals, life, sympathy,
Form: Free verse
hand in hand
we walk through
the verdancy
of our love
invigorated by
our close
environment
breathing it in
with reverent awe
we step to the
synchronized
beating of our hearts
birds in the distance
are singing our song
with grasshopper
metronomes and
toads laying the bassline
we stop to dance
to the private symphony
in celebration of
our romantic sunrise
Categories:
metronomes, love, music, nature,
Form: Free verse