polyphonic
notations
vocalised
&
chanted
in
monophonic
sounds
Categories:
monophonic, music,
Form: Didactic
deep monophonic sacred melodies
resounding inner tremors and oscillation
reverberating incursion agitates my soul
stirring an ethereal timelessness of mystery
that transcends the enigma of life and death
and embodying mystique throughout the ages
bellows echoing within ancient monastery walls
a rich cadence and tone larger than life
assaulting all senses with vibrating
conjunct and disjunct tetrachords and hexachords
gregorian melodies most direct channel to divinity
most appropriate as we lay my father
in his final resting place
on this overcast rainy afternoon
and see him off to the higher realm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 30, 2018 for contest MID SUMMER 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
monophonic, death, faith, father, heaven,
Form: Free verse
Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose);
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence.
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious.
No barricade can shield humanity from himself.
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency,
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic,
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience.
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity.
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed.
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.
Categories:
monophonic, community, death, fantasy, fate,
Form: Free verse
Drinking this bubonic tonic
with sonic running through my veins,
making these feelings seem platonic
and the world a bit brighter and better
with these quadraphonic sounds
and with these hydroponic pounds
of this atomic chronic
i'm not so shallow and bitter.
every sound electronic,
and made monophonic,
the dances moves suffer,
all anamatronic
until that iconic bass drop
starts attacking tectonics
with so much Napoleonic rage,
it moves these symphonics
to super, hyper, ultrasonic.
johnny mnuemonic's
not just hooked on phonics anymore,
but instead he's a supersonic supernova
among the stars a Casanova
exploding with the
sounds of natures conics
that would make Pythagoras proud,
the demonic harmonics echo behind him
like a shadow fading as the sun goes down.
Categories:
monophonic, nonsense, words,
Form: Rhyme
I’m not certain when it happens.
When the high fidelity stereo of a youthful past
Drowns in the monophonic static of tomorrow’s responsibilities.
When cowboys and indians or cops and robbers
Become traffic tickets and the politically correct, Native Americans.
When the king of the castle ends up under a mortgage and tax escrow
Owned by bank and government alike for standing strong on a playground boulder.
When the real fear of catching cooties from the girls at recess
Gives way to the real fear of catching cooties from girls in your bedroom.
But it invariably does.
You wake up and notice something interesting about mirrors.
Your reflection isn’t there anymore.
That person doesn’t know that fruity pebbles taste better than bran flakes.
That pens and pencils are made for drawing, not writing checks.
And crayons are better still.
That person has forgotten that mornings are to be celebrated
And bedtime is another way of spelling tantrum time.
That person is a grown up.
And certainly, that person isn’t you.
Are they?
04/24/15
Categories:
monophonic, change, child, growing up,
Form: Free verse