Sensitivities Poems | Examples

UKIYO-E SCENES

a source
of
  inspiration
the
    visible
artistic
        voice

natural 
       sensitivities
of
    familiar
        landscapes

representations
     evoking
the
ambiguous
in
elegant
           imagery

with
   dramatic
       visions
enhanced
   in realism

serene
          &
            constrained


OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a  'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.

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.

Time Sensitivity

Good time, bad time,
contrasting confused sensitivities
partition time continuum unequally.
Live the impermanent sequence,
repeated beyond control 
as perceptive pieces of life in time mosaic.

OPEN VERSE NO 28

AVANT GARDE
narrative
 motifs
initially  far fateched
 hitherto
full
   of pathos
 full
  of poetry
in
 bestowed pleasures
a sense
 of
 rapture
capturing
  the everyday
fleeting
 spontaneous
yet
copying
  nature
with
  ascertained
tendencies
of
allegorical
incidents
taken
  unawares
by
symbols
of
sensitivities
acquainted
 once again

It's Your Love

It’s your love
That causes me to gasp,
Trembling within
Because you know me
Like the shadow knows the light,
Like the autumn knows the gathering,
Like the dewdrops know the gentlest kiss…

It’s your love
That seems to smile,
Answering all my doubts 
With assurance that you’ll always be…
The acceptance, the warmth, the sensitivities, 
Who bring out every smile, each dream 
With a kindness that overshadows my fears,
A music that restores all my faith in what is real,
Teaching me to give without conditions,
To live like it’s the last time for me to clearly see…
The wonder of a love that is so authentic,
A love that resembles everything 
I’ve ever dreamed love could be!

It’s your love
That encourages me to see
Past the doubts, the darkness, the despair 
Into the realms of sweetest peace,
A place where your love has the capacity,
Preparing me to give my adoration, my sincerest gift
Love that shines hope into the smile,
Love that brings music to the song,
Love that reaches into the depths of the heart
With a beautiful belief that tells the story of what it means…
To love with a wonder that loves unconditionally!

It Rains Again

It rains again...
Birds find refuge
in exile...but the toads and frogs
rejoice.
The ceilings are washed and
live Party...
Clay runs wild
in the streets... the children
sans expensive toys
swim in spontaneous lagoons,
and ordinary paper boats
  sail boldly without command...
Also the fields full of yearning
by the green that will paint them...
Yet while the dark clouds
spill their waters, the roses with
their stoic petals suffer from the heavy load, 
but enraptured they welcome the water
affecting their sensitivities...!

Silence

Word juice in
whispered summaries
by the senses...
sound painting
printed on
souls...

syncopations of
sonorities
smoothly
flagged...

visual exposure
of the conciliation of
all signs...

Concentration
of virtues in
grandiloquence...
with
hegemonic
of sensitivities...

Silence is everything...!

It Is Raining Again

It rains, again...
The birds find refuge
in exile...but the toads and frogs
rejoice...
The ceilings are washed and
party...
The clay runs free
on the streets... the children
sans expensive toys
swim in spontaneous ponds,
and the ordinary paper boats
they sail bold under their command...
Also the fields rave yearning
by the green that will paint them...
Yet while the dark clouds
pour their waters, the roses for
their stoic petals suffer from the heavy load,
affecting its sensitivities... !

A Life Time Fight

A fight that has been eternal lasting 
This poem is going to put on full blasting 
The gender bias of women being equal to men 
It’s one fight that has truly been 
And yet we still hold women to prove themselves beyond 
For they are still trying to break societies bond 
A conversation that has taken place 
Is one that will prove this undertaken case 
“Women are too emotional and get inside their head 
So men are better off for the team to be led”
Their sensitivities get to them
From where do all these ideas stem
Women, should learn to communicate when they struggle
But men should hesitate when they have too much to juggle 
It’s said they won’t ask for help just because they’re men
This is an idea that I don’t understand times ten
What’s fair for one is fair for all 
At least that’s what they say by government law

The Sensuous Spell

Adoration and the forbidden fruits are deceiving,
anticipations of whishing fields delusion.
Knowing that the anticlimax comes with a frost,
above the wisdom of true believes just tossed.
Purgatory is that state of mental expiating,
when that ideal holds the key to relating.
That interconnected process of tapestry as force,
malleable dreams that need a plan of source.
Regarding all life as sacred at once,
thinking of that sphere as treasure in response. 
The kiss as intellectual chemistry to fuse,
liberation of mundane to become the divine use.
Sensual alchemy creating a fragrance to taste,
portals of imagination to easy to paste.
The child like heart in contact of magic,
spectrums of aware sensitivities without tragic.
That dancing spirit of a dreaming soul alerts,
among the whispers from other worlds.
The vehicle of truth and reality is build to roam
for the subtle and simple road to take us home.

Autumn Through the Years

Each autumn comes with vivid memories,
awakening my sensitivities
to smiles and sorrows of the years gone by
still moving me to laugh, reflect, and cry.

I’m looking at a special photo book.
How sweet my mama and my nephew look!
It was in fall we lost them. Now the sight
of loved ones born in autumn brings delight.

I’ll lay my book aside and say a prayer
of thanks for autumn joys beyond compare.
With loved ones and my memories, I’m blessed.
I have God’s guidance for each daily quest.

September 11, 2020
Contest: Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge     
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin


September 25, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Completely Your Choice (16)     Placed 1st
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Grace of Fate

Fragments by sensitivities become apparent by love,
vital shapes granted by graces in treasure of.

The larger reality of truth and will unfold,
revealing elegant mysteries behold.

Conscious grace as soul of society,
cultivated perspective empathy.

Echoing memories by that touch,
grace and fate at eternal now so much.

Superior dynamic pivotal emanates,
infinitesimal aspects sublime radiates.

Preceded intentional perpetuation,
matter by spirit and grace of sensation.

Perseverance by atonement,
merciful texture in obedient refinement.

Lives in fate walks on grace,
divine inevitable maze.

Ellington Ellington Bulldog of Mine

Ellington, Ellington, bulldog of mine.
How dare you have the sensitivities so fine?
I’ll get to Grandma-sit you just this one time.
I’ll dress you in robes of purple and lime.

Ellington, Ellington, do your one big trick.
Waddle over here and give me a lick.
You may be the only grandchild I’ll have.
Do you need more of that ointment or salve?

Ellington, Ellington, U-tube dog star,
You have stolen our hearts.  Have come so far.
Yes, come over and sit with me, my dear.
Are your teeth straight? Can we lose the headgear?

Ellington, Ellington, you make me smile.
For you I will dance an inner mile.
I am your grandma, and you are my dog.
Here’s a plate of steak, now don’t be a hog.

Ellington, Ellington, Mom and Dad are home.
Get back here this instant. Please do not roam!
Ellington, Ellington, keys in the lock.
Get back in this room, and please do not squawk!

Crown Yourself With Rosebuds

Crown yourself with rosebuds

Some are granted with mystic visions,
able to create choices by different decisions.
The dual vision in contemplation of correspondence,
the saintly sinner, God’s grace and his tolerance.
The rose with its lower stage of roots and thorns,
the necessary precursor to the crown of petals it forms.
The light of the sun and the rose are inseparable,
images of beauty immeasurable.
Awareness of the transitory nature in mortal realm,
to conquer the fleshly will and redeem. 
The soul knows she is more then heart and mind,
the old seeks the new image towards divine kind.
Leaps of consciousness and substances are born,
mystical experiences transform.
The sensitivities of the soul are heighten,
deliberate flaws by virtue enlighten.
The existence and to act upon,
the cosmic ocean enlighten action.
Potential rise within the realm,
mystery in mysteries, is the emanation psalm.
For we are what we emanate,
constant decisions of faith.

Silence Is Silence

SILENCE
Juice words in
whispered overviews
by the senses ...

Sound Painting
printed on
souls ...

Synopsis of
sonorities
gently
flagged ...

Visual exposure
of the conciliation of
all signs ...

Concentration
of virtues in
grandiloquence...

Wit
hegemonic
of sensitivities ...
Silence is everything ...!

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