In the abyss of gazes, where silence screams mute and deep,
The chasm stares back, a vortex gathering abstract emotions,
I offer it my fears, aspirations, and unspoken truths,
It swallows them all, leaving an unyielding void in my chest.
There exists a lexicon of despair, with sharp, cutting phonemes,
With discordant cadence, yet solace in graceful harmonies,
An elegy reminding me that I am both wound and witness,
Exiled and at home, in a universe that knows no harbor.
On the edge of the abyss, where light entwines with shadow,
I lose and find myself, a traveler wandering without aim,
In the stream of consciousness, I wonder who I am without it all,
An echo of unfulfilled dreams, a longing that does not struggle.
In the soliloquy of the abyss, where silence becomes the heart's language,
I find melancholic beauty, the poetry of falling and rising,
In the dance between void and fullness, eternal and profound,
I am both creator and creation, in the infinite that binds us all, round.
Categories:
phonemes, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
(A linguistic experience)
Was there any argument that justified
the existence of the word-disease?
something more was said of this
at the beginning of the completion of the understanding
who disputed any logos establishing the new negative balance
on the influence of the word on the general condition
of the illiterate impatient patient?
scary demon-letters!
they run through the phrasal labyrinth
and the fat of leftover vowels
it smears the verbal walls and there is no law
that limits the limit of the limitless
sick phonemes accept any pain
there is no medicine and there is no leaflet insert
it is all unpredictability
I've been using gerunds around
like when who doesn't know
or not knowing in all a textual body
goes astray to where they call where...
Categories:
phonemes, crazy, imagination, poems,
Form: Free verse
humming bird
from behind plant
eyes meet
This is Original Basho form, phonemes rather than syllables in American form. Also, no capitals or punctuation. Must be read or recited in one breath. Also an actual occurrence.
Categories:
phonemes, emotions, flower, garden, introspection,
Form: Haiku
So much imaginary – like ghosts in space
Yet real, alive, distinct mind provoking
Much of what we hear and see is an illusion
Or a transient dream
Distortion hammered into our senses
Look at the ocean waves - to the horizon
Peak from high mountaintop
Below, a foreboding, splendid landscape Is the bird’s song real?
Or even the moan and ecstatic body movement of a lover
Hear the rumble of thunder
The awe of the crashing, vibrating lightning
See the gigantic contours of gray dark monster clouds Or witness actors on the stage
Transform into new bodies and characters
Or create a replica of life so real
All our sense are bombarded constantly
Unknown waves pass through our bodies
All in an instant illusion of time
We don’t even shake, rattle and roll!
How quickly life passes by
We wonder who we are? How we fit in?
We are small mobile creatures on two legs, foraging
We use an odd mixture of phonemes and syllables
To communicate and often to miscommunicate
Only at the cry of the baby’s birth
The crash of the car accident
Or parting with a dear friend
Only then -
Reality dissolves our illusion
Categories:
phonemes, allusion,
Form: Free verse
So much imaginary – like ghosts in space
Yet real, alive, distinct mind provoking
Much of what we hear and see is an illusion
Or a transient dream
Distortion hammered into our senses
Look at the ocean waves - to the horizon
Peak from high mountaintop
Below, a foreboding, splendid landscape
Is the bird’s song real?
Or even the moan and ecstatic body movement of a lover
Hear the rumble of thunder
The awe of the crashing, vibrating lightning
See the gigantic contours of gray dark monster clouds
Or witness actors on the stage
Transform into new bodies and characters
Or create a replica of life so real
All our sense are bombarded constantly
Unknown waves pass through our bodies
All in an instant illusion of time
We we don’t even shake, rattle and roll!
How quickly life passes by
We wonder who we are? How we fit in?
We are small mobile creatures on two legs, foraging
We use an odd mixture of phonemes and syllables
To communicate and often to miscommunicate
Only at the cry of the baby’s birth
The crash of the car accident
Or part with a dear friend
Only then reality dissolves our illusion
Categories:
phonemes, emotions, hope, how i
Form: Free verse
Little the doubt in the worth of our world
Little the doubt in the worth of our world
Lost in the coils of drifting galactic swirls
Little the men of high disposition bold
Lost in the ooze of sticky carnal love twirls
Bold enough to look the sun burn in the eyes
Farther yet stare quasars rip space out of sky
Bold enough to scale Wall of Galaxies’ ties
Farther yet than light may travel and not die
Make meaning out of phonemes in wild man screams
Drown dreams of sense in the making of the arts
Make meaning of signs and signals in our dreams
Drown dreams in particle theory and such parts
So much brain founders in such make-believe life
Each people caste class and nation clasping knife.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
phonemes, destiny, philosophy, satire,
Form: Sonnet
Looking out at my piece of the sky
On an afternoon of unexpected inactivity
Following the threads of thoughts
Could be a pleasure, to give them phonemes
Even better, or so would I think.
Tomorrow is full of meetings,
And a tough deadline, but now
All I have is the present, a glorious sun
Dipping over the tall buildings yonder.
Sunset is a rare sight in the city
But the memories of yore
Still tinge the heart. There is laughter
Of people at play beyond the walls,
In the dense peepal full of cackle,
Birds gather for the evening meet.
The sound of steam from an automatic caffe,
The jingle of cups,
Muted voices with technical jargon
Waft though the empty corridor.
Streams of words chase the thoughts
For some indefinite time,
Then give up, discouraged at the increasing gap
Folding into the comforts of quietude.
The sun is gone, the rays remain
A sigh rises in heart, could go home !
Categories:
phonemes, lonely, on work and
Form: Free verse
FEELINGS
Feelings,
Masters of my destiny
Lords of my life
Strength of my dreams
Instigators of my actions
Burning fire you are
Consuming my whole
Being:
My heart
My mind
My soul
My spirit,
As you relentlessly
Demand:
To be conceived
To be formulated
To be understood
To be expressed!
A Herculean task it is,
I swear,
Such an enterprise,
For how one could ever
Constrain, you, the unconstrained
And mold you into:
Phonemes
Syllables
Words
Phrases
Sentences
And still, retain
Your explosive
Dynamism?
No language exists,
So vast
So deep
So accurate
So supple
As to pay justice,
To your intensity
To your desire
To your beauty
To your love!
Thus, having no
Alternative,
I turn to the only language
There is,
The one that the
Cosmos speaks,
And
The universe alone
Comprehends:
The language of
Harmony,
That we humans
POETRY name
BUT
Even then
To describe you
I AM UNABLE!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2013
Categories:
phonemes, imagination, introspection, language, universe,
Form: Epigram
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wreathing this life's mind's eye - wrenched, gnarled, hit, burked
neurons in diminution - clashed, rammed, slayed
futility tops up canvass of murk
phonemes, words, phrases now frolicly played
heart's lyrical requiem overlaid
poesy - penned, written in woe death's crypt
shrieking the LIMITLESS lines of my SCRIPT.
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*-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* " RHYME ROYAL " contest
Categories:
phonemes, death, on writing and
Form: Rhyme Royal