Short Dissonant Poems
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cityscapes
DiSsoNanT
dreamscapes
lonely
landscapes
AUTUMNAL BLISS
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autumn's winds, a playful caress
dissonant wind chimes dance in artful bliss
When is not zero
merely negative chaotic dissonant
dissociation?
So then,
why is not yang
not yin
positively nuanced MidWay resonant
re-association?
Auditory dementia envelops upon a grandeur scale. Skepticism dilutes the
experience, painting an abyss of soul in-cognizant. Xenophobia empowers the weak,
imploring a dissonant decadence awaiting.
Ives was an influential composer
He wrote about the question everyone faces
What we all want the answer to
Made a bundle in the insurance business
Dissonant American sounds
Dissonant American sounds!
Ongoing
discussions
upon change:
boring
dissonant
often incoherent,
disjointed,dislocated
off-the-cuff
promises.
centrepieces
of tomorrow
built with lies...
merely a means..
to
their ends
why does the world weep?
when crashing waves kiss crying skies
and songs of dissonant angles ring
As fearful mountains spew their rage
And humans are replaced by beasts
if never were we allowed to dream
why does the world weep?
Form:
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
In the chaos of youth lights
dance without exhaustion
A ballet on the river
dissonant music in the city
An agitated psyche absorbs
the brilliant skyline
A bridge sprawls and intimidates
perpetual motion in the city
Doleful tenaciousness,
dissonant outrageousness,
in contemptuous mist,
forlorn and dismissed.
Early morn my sensibility,
recaptured tranquility,
solitude my quest,
undeniably blessed.
Forbearance and fortitude,
visionary interlude,
a sonnet, an epistle,
a tenet, a gift.
When fate decides to bring you love
Blithe portents ferry on snow white dove
For two, unseemly hands weave master glove
Then twain bodies will one soul share
Twined hearts will alternate beats square
Free spirits will in harmonious chorus flare
Dissonant minds, other's thoughts instinctively pair
Suborned to serve without recourse
Bonded to fight in dissonant force
Branded as national material resource
Sanctioned to bridge political discourse.
Constrained to go on amorphous mission
Commanded to kill with cunning precision
Ordered to sacrifice without condition
Feted to die in lowly contrition.
Form:
If you were a guitar I would play you
My fingers would waltz on your strings
And the notes that came out would without any doubt
Soar to heaven on their own set of wings
The chords would be major and happy
No minors or dissonant thirds
And together we'd fly to the ends the sky
All the way serenading the birds
Quintain of: sorrow, despair, agony, misery, lament scoring
pain
Dolesome drum o'er jaded psyche taps a dark, palling
refrain
Hamstrung harp bridled soul with dissonant chords
enchain
Shrill flute a dreary, eerie melody wafts o'er drifting
swain
Melancholy tenor of wailing violin doth all availing hope
drain
A poem relies on words
in a communal way
that a song need not
explicit languaged lyrics.
Great communion loves
rely on compassion's voice
in a polypathic way
beyond life's primal need
to share polyphonic feelings,
rhythm
patterns
tone
harmonic and dissonant
music,
Often silent
yet synergetic,
fused,
unconfused,
amused
musing.
Once I knew a man
Said that he should lead the band
I thought that it was grand
He was willing to take a stand
He conducted the high notes well
Really made them swell
However the music …it was dissonant
As the bass was so un-content
It seems to reach the heights
That man had lost his sight
All notes must play a role
For the music to have a soul
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A pumpkin-colored sun filled the autumn air, casting bright rays that warmed the vibrant red-gold leaves. What would the red-gold leaves be without this blessed light? And the autumn breeze? It came as a symphony, filled with warm love notes from the summer days gone by.
October's brisk wind
dissonant wind chimes blowing
autumn's symphony
EXPECTANT THRESHOLDS
suddenly
conscious
of
perceived
patterned
memorials
beginning
to
crystallised
in
strange
experiences
reflecting
the
uncertain
mixed
tense
activity
indicates
transparent
unearthly
anticipates
awareness
immediately
surrounding
shadows
creeping
pictorial
spheres
veiled
unmoving
dissonant
transitory
fragments
Wake up, Wake up
You who slumber and sleep
Wake up
Return whence you came
Jarring, dissonant
The ram's horn bleats
thirty, forty, one-hundred
unencumbered blasts
A simple device, no frills
the breath of a ram
caught in a thicket
magnified through its horn
It is the voice of Abraham
The cry of Sarah
The breathing heart of Isaac
~ It is the cry of a Jew
Babylon doesn't weep anymore
her gypsy, violet skies anger the god and his child
she's got the flesh on her side
Cool on the perimeter...meet the night
private sorrow...i won't spill again
Shed the audience, no mistake
The clowns were watching...and now i am the more distant in my movement and thought
I don't need you
i'll break our dissonant union...anonymous
I am now the hidden
I trust you not to follow
a love
that's tempered
soft and gentle
sturdy as gravity
transcendental
a love
vast as the ocean
always secure
even in draught
will endure
a love
like music
dissonant or in tune
floating through the sky
like a hot air balloon
a love
rooted garden
natural art
tended with care
hope and heart
but most importantly
a love
with a voice
speaking kind words
even in loneliness
a love
always heard.
Sifting through shadows of lost innocence
heaviness weighs chill eroding hope's gilt
skeletons wrought of protracted suspense
whisper pierce dissonant symphony's lilt
lifting vague reminders of dreams unbuilt
on shores of sanity. Love lesson learns
over broad spans tumultuous yearning burns
deep rumbling blunt warns solemnly heeded
quite sensibly calm maturity earns
tender strength soul protection when needed.
Dissonant guitar
and hiccups of angst
drip golden licks of Nirvana;
Scream, follow me down
for a time you know
that everything will be okay;
Because it isn’t;
Rage with an anthem,
clipped patchwork storm blew;
It grew as it moved inside us;
A lethal virus,
contagious it morphed;
Never easing, just kept spreading
taking on the world;
Strong new variant
much more infectious,
dissonance has no remission.
Listen to poem:
You sound like a fingernail
dragged over a blackboard.
Every word cast as blackmail
from a forked tongue in cheek.
Bathed in the vile, bile of diatribe,
masticated to be flung as dung expelled.
Your snarled words reek with
the dissonant cadence of discordance.
As your eyes flicker
from side to side with lies,
you look away, unable
to face me, eye to eye,
unmasked,
unshielded,
nakedly exposed,
in tune tonality,
truthful.
THE POETS AND THE HIGHLANDER
A highlander stands alone
on the crest of a high hill
quietly playing the bagpipes
stirring the tree branches in the mist of fog
The sonorous dissonant sounds of the pipes
create a melancholy mood over the open field
the lone figure stands tall paying his respects
to the fallen poets
Poets no longer alive but their words
written ages ago ring loudly today
still piercingly proclaiming
we were alive are you?