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the Italian language

The Italian language

I would like to immigrate from Portugal to Italy
After ten o'clock at night, I switch on the TV 
and watch an Italian soap opera 
I don't understand a word of what the actors
say, but it is the way they say it, no hard 
Consonant, no one is asked to stand to attention
For a comma, a full stop is a mere bagatelle 
Not understanding what actors say is not 
important, it is about facial expression and screams
So many pleasant surprises, last night's program
about a man who looked scruffy, he looked like 
an evil character, but as it turned out, he is a police
inspector and arrested the man who looked like 
matinee idol for the murder of the girl 
All this happened in a modulated language where
crass consonants, dare not enter

Zenith Of Godliness

The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements, 
suffused supremely with the aspects of devout spirit
within the transcendent trinity of heart, mind and soul.

Beneath the sensitive surface of mortal perception, 
my heart resonates the silent cadence of inner intent,
modulated by the inspiring melody of awareness, 
that harmonizes with the concerto of awakening.

Under the multi-layered lattice of the architect mind,
the soul at the immeasurable meditative depth, 
where consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflects the preeminence of heavenly glow.

Beneath the serene facade of rippling feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images 
on the fleeting screen of spiritual mindfulness,
transmitted inward to set the soul on divine flight.

Released from the psychic clasp of karmic destiny,
my essence transcends the limits of time and space. 
The intent to embrace the realm of perpetual peace
arouses my soul to ascent to the zenith of godliness.

A Checklist for 'My Day'

Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.

Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.

Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day

Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day

Resurrected Rhapsody

flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic 
                 channeled 
through tunneled time
                 navigates 
cognitive impulses
      basic 
incessant surge
      of 
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
     through 
timeless portals
of perception
     reflective
opens up  
floodgates of 
                 bliss


pulse of time 
vibrates 
     in 
inner space
                infinite
psychic frequency
                resonant        
tuned precisely 
     in 
halcyon harmony 
with intonation   
of eternity
                 transitions 
    from 
one manifestation 
to another
                 modulated 
by edified touch 
     of 
sanctified soul
                  illumined

life force
                 invincible
abhors vacuum 
                 pervasive
propels the essence 
of existence 
       through 
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
       with
resurrected rhapsody
                  innate

The Space Between Stars

The flow of intrinsic instinct channelized 
through the seamless emotive space, 
between shining sensitivities of discernment, 
drives the central cognitive impulses, 
propels persistently the existential essence 
across the verve-saturated emptiness, 
surges with the waves of sensuous sequins 
of enlivening ethereal attraction
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.

The eternal elements of time pulsates unsensed 
in the ether of the inner secluded space, 
defining a piece of infinity in continuum.  
The fervent rhythm of enticement in harmony 
with the covert cadence of blankness,
transitions explicitly into designed nothingness
from one invisible articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined stellar souls.

Elegy for Old Growth

Elegy – 7-17-24
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Elegy for Old Growth

Through measures of metered melancholy
The tattered winds sing a rent elegy,
A pensive wail for pristine old growth,
A drifting chant in pure pitch of final farewell –
The mute tongue howls in eulogy
For virgins of a thousand turns around the sun
For helpless giants surrendered in atonal sacrifice.

Gentle titans with feathery boughs lifted their faces
To embrace misted melodies of summer and winter snows
Forest zephyrs sang lullabies for sparrows 
Nesting in their rustling wombs
Then shared the secret lyrics of their song
With robins sheltered in their lofty grace of red bark
In evensongs, matins and spring symphonies.

The myrrh of burial mixes with their lingering fragrance
In desolation and in their exposed flesh,
Nude hillsides of purple rage
Scream in final dirges of farewell
Modulated into anthems sung to saplings in circles of renewal
Little ones, like half steps, change elegies to odes
The threadbare zephyr now chants paeans to remember.

Emptiness

Intrinsic intuition tunneled through time,
drives incessant the central cognitive impulses, 
surges with the sensuous waves 
of enlivening enlightenment,
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.

The rhythm of time pulsates relentless 
in the inner secluded space infinite, 
the fervent frequency in harmony 
with the intonation of the void,
the transition designed unequivocally
from one articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.

Undiscerned life force abhors pervasive vacuum, 
propels persistently the existential essence 
through the sense-saturated emptiness
of enigmatic equanimity of abandonment 
to the self-suffused sanctum of fulfilling bliss.

Essence In Emptiness

Intrinsic intuition 
tunneled through time,
drives incessant  
central cognitive impulses, 
surges sensuous waves 
of enlightenment
enlivening,
through vacuity 
of perception
amorphous.

Rhythm of time 
resonates relentless 
in inner space
infinite,
frequency in harmony 
with the intonation 
of eternity,
transition designed
unequivocally
from one articulation 
to another,
modulated innately
by motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.

Undiscerned life force 
abhors vacuum 
pervasive,
propels persistently  
existential essence 
through sense-saturated 
emptiness of equanimity
enigmatic,
to the cosmic cauldron
divine.

Nothingness Niche

Intrinsic awareness,
sensuous stream
in the vale of time, 
channeled challenged
through mind’s myriad 
angularities accentuated,
carries in coherent current
ceaselessly, 
the cognitive impulses
criticality conjured,
surging swathing waves 
of enlightenment
across formless emptiness 
of amorphous perception.

The pulse of time 
vibrates with perpetuity
in inner space, 
intuitively infinite,
the cadence in harmony 
with the intonation 
of eternity,
the manifested 
timeless transition 
from one phase 
to another
in continuum,
modulated mystically 
by stimulus shimmer 
of the illumined soul.

The life force 
ostensibly obscure,
abhors vacuum, 
persistence pervasive 
propels the essence 
of the existent 
in nothingness niche.

Darkness An Open Form

DARKNESS
momnumentary
reflects
the
 transmitted

a dark
inaugural
 variation
glimped
 beyond black
conveyed
 galvanished
in
dynamic signs
of
modulated light
fractious
configuration
dense
yet  prominent

Casual Cadence

rhythm of a voice
modulated pitch
in one breath length

Stray Parts Return

When I open an old book
of your images
odd, truncated visions,
gilings clipped from once longer threads,
fall out;
something else,
a partial picture of what we left in each other.

I am modulated by memory,
the slow simmer of a salmagundi’s
long lingering throes and pangs.
There is much more
but the fade-out is leaching
your light away.

Maybe one day
we will catch each other’s breaths,
be bundled together
as close as newborn lambs
in a mutual wool of remembrance.

Essence Within the Void

The intrinsic awareness channeled through time
Drives the cognitive basic impulses incessant
Surging the enveloping waves of enlightenment
Through the formless emptiness of perception.

The pulse of time vibrates in the infinite iinner space
Frequency in harmony with the intonation of eternity
Transition from one manifestation phase to another
Modulated by motivating touch of the illumined soul.

The invisible life force abhors vacuum pervasive
Propels the essence of the existent through the void. 

August 10, 2021
For A Brian Strand 1092 Contest

Color Blindness

The color of blood remains unchanged,
flowing for eons in the stream of time evolved,
as the ancient singular ethnic ancestor etched
the diverse footprints of humanity on the globe.

The splayed common heredity thriving insulated,
flourished into different lineages of humankind,
the physical traits diversified to get typified,
while melanin played with color on the skin.

Born to breathe the free air of the blue planet,
equality pines under the shroud of deprivation.
The unkind human history gets modulated
with the misplaced sense of superiority.

Evolution produced physically distinct groups,
the construct of race isn’t grounded on biology,
but is a socially invented concept used to exploit
the people of color who are not less human.

In the egalitarian framework the critical paradigm 
recognizes the banality of racism afflicting social norms.
People born under the free sky deserving equity
like to see the human race becomes color blind. 

July 18, 2021
Contest : Critical Race Theory
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco

Modulations

Something about loose lips and loose women,
old young recollections
some too dark for conversation,
some too light for
a poetry reading.

Your face is disfigured;
when I open your page,
greying origami birds
fly out of your story
beaks carrying
lint and gilings, but something else,
a partial picture of what we left in each other.

We will cry about this one day,
after the last day perhaps.

I am modulated by memory,
by the lingering smell 
of your lusts.
The slow simmer of times
throes and pangs.

Maybe by then we will
catch each other’s breaths
inhale long last drops,
bundled together
as close as new bled lambs.

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