Short Octaves Poems

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Premium Member Zen mode

which chakra is higher 
and which is lower
in as grades ego assigns
when all there is is bliss
playing at different octaves 
within the spectrum 
of our limited cognition


Piano

Patient fingers skillful  
Play ballerina notes
Press of staccato keys
Performing thousand rhythms
Poignant and sweet octaves
Pristine tinkling of chords
Practice bass and treble
Form: Pleiades

Voices

velvet voices dance with vibrating violins
octaves often overreached, to
inoculate innocence in
children's choirs, our
expectations exceeded, our experiences
string us along, and strangles us subtly
Form: Acrostic

On Golden Beach Sands

Walking holding hands
On the golden beach sands
The pulse of the waves
Continues in low octaves

Just the two of us together
As if we can't break the tether
But we don't want to now or ever
Not wanting it to end forever.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Crippled Ships

Neptune's net strikes on floating flames
Her souls sounding faint gossamer goodbyes
Ocean's octaves murmur mute
Dim dives to a regretful reef
Blue grief blurs, sailors say
In twilight tides, widows whisper
Their lost laments for crippled ships

12/19/21
Form: Verse


Premium Member Soul Ascent

Divine benediction engulfs each pore of form, transforming dormant nodes within, which awake to become God’s living light, aligned with all octaves of love, making earth life pure bliss; our auric glow, divine. 04-March-2022

Premium Member Reflections of Loving Intent

What are the hues
that within space renew
their shifting intent
of pure loving sentiment 
response adapting
to the Universe reflecting
it’s higher octaves
of co-creation meditative  
in quiet resonation 
with omnipresent vibration 

Ohm

13-September-2020
Form: Rhyme

Octaves of Love

The notes we play must love obey
Even when somber and weary we attempt
The song that dances from your lips 
Tells me to come closer 
We all try to sing in tune, but some of us come a little closer
Name the music that is in my heart
And I will try to play it for you
© Clint Odom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Octaves of Love




                     love
                  trusting
                 authentic 
             understanding
        balance and respect
           laughter and fun
                  sacrifice
                    grateful
                      love

5/14/26

(C)opyright
Form: Ninette

Warm Fuzzies At Dawn

walk to fame
singing my notes
as a virtuosic
applauded habitually

pitching new octaves
alto and tenor
our dulcet tunes
loudly echo

of seamless hearts
tickled to laughter
our guileless smile
wakes bliss

our empyrean dreams
hitherto slumbering still
to stay living
gains life
Form: Verse

Premium Member Gentle Shift

Gentle shift from body to soul Journey without movement Love octaves ascend, we feel whole In blissful contentment In play, heart goes about Life as ordained plays out Fear forms no longer grout Love touch gift Gentle shift 13-February-2022 Quietus
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Please Pontificate a Little Louder

Please pontificate a little louder
I can already tell what dullards you think we are the child said.
Pleased, the puffed up politician began barking even more loudly.
Louder! The child yelled. LOUDER!
His voice went us six octaves.
Obviously a non-reader, another child said
We hillbillies laughed.

Lofty Twitch Tossed

voluptuous voice elastic
rustling rhythm rustic
eerie extension etched
drooping callous crest
caressing glissando gulped
nocturnal octaves numb

lusty lyrics seeped'n
sumptuous squashed thrills
dainty dances drip

heightened fame fostered
vying veil triggered
hoisted days hanker

lofty twitch tossed
by blitzkrieg bought.
     '20:03:06:13:45

Note: Dedicated to Sia.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Enriching the whole

Joy, empathy and compassion
Ascending octaves of love
Bliss energised effervescence 
Emboldens the soul
To reclaim the sanctum of peace 
Humming in the cave of our heart

Thus bliss and peace as the effect
And agape love as the cause
Vast void of no-thing is animated
By wholeness of luminous presence
Enriching the boundless ocean of light
Imprinting therein, a unique heartbeat

Premium Member Prime Rises

The engorged sky billows,
a monochromatic delight 
of soft tones ...
a lullaby 
of tissue paper edges
fragile as a primrose.

The bashful sun blushes
sending pastel light through notes
of grey to white
soft, velveteen. 
harmonies overlap 
shadow less, spiritual.

Ah, the sweet octaves
of visual light defrayed by motes
of earthly ash
upon the sky
bring such joy to mankind 
fragile as a primrose.

Premium Member aim of the game

life as impulsed in the ethereal domain
now plays out for us in linear time
to maintain element of surprise 
our memory stands erased 

instinct, discernment and finally silence
represent octaves of awareness
the ladder marking ascent
of our astonished soul

yet awareness bereft of love is barren
so we slow down pulse of silence
and set up soul’s intent wave
to merge in heart of God

Awaiting Your Call

Can you speak to the masses
will your words cross the line
From youngest to oldest
will listeners opine

How many octaves
can sing out your tune
Is it seasonal only
or July until June

Is time to speak kindly
of what you espouse
Or pile like kindling
as scraps from a house

The listeners are out there
awaiting your call
Their ears to the ground
—will you bend to enthrall

(The New Room: June, 2022)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Octaves of Love

Listen to poem:
Gravity grips hard—
joy strains against grasping hands;
wings are folded back,
empathy gathers its thrust,
compassion burns to lift-off.

On an upward arc,
will the pilot, now commands
the body fights earth,
leaving bright trails of hot flames
effervescent with white sparks.

Then bliss bomb ignites—
shreds the weights bound around feet,
into skies open
to the joy of weightlessness;
unencumbered — free at last.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Vibration

The concept of distance is delusion
Imaginary is linear time
All objects are octaves of vibrations 
Orbiting gong of Om’s magical chime

Thus everything, everywhere, all at once
This is the way a sage looks at the world 
Beholding God in each atom of space 
Wherein spirals of vibrations are twirled

Shifting across octaves of energies
Nothing is impossible for the Self
There is no constraint, no limitation
Whatever is sought, appears by itself
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Zen mode

spine is a seamless energy implant
living harp which has thirty three strings
instrument upon which Divine Mother plays
surreal ethereal hypnotic music of the spheres 
amplified by the three layered hollow flute within
magically contouring all octaves of energies 
plotting the path of crystallisation of light
holographically replicated in each cell
as the rhythm of God’s heartbeat 

as one becomes two
and two become one again ~
our truth has no name
Form: Haibun

Premium Member If it wasnt for poetry

rising from deep down under
we feel bliss in our bones
gushing in our veins
divine magnetism 
renewing rapture 
of joy ineffable 
so we exult
song of our heart 
effervescence of soul
in a rhythm reverberating
mellifluous music of the spheres 
throbbing thus at our very core
entwining us with existence 
dissolving space and time
cajoling us to articulate
how ripples in the void
manifests within form
soul’s innate lustre
across all octaves
of agape love

The Pianoforte

Tenderly the ivory keys call to me.
Their vibrating octaves like different voices
soft and hypnotic, drawing from me 
the deepest yearning of my heart overtaking
my senses....helpless against its intoxicating
melody. Sweetly the notes swell,  filling me, 
lifting my spirit from its solitary place. With
 each push of the keys the hammers strike a
chord deep within. Waves of inexpressible 
emotion sweep over me enchanting, 
and mesmerizing they carrying my 
soul Heavenward.
Form: Narrative

Bells

My bells, are shared with you,
At the ringing  in of the taut day
And the ringing out of the mayfly

The bells, brazen, lucid, warm,
Silence the chatter of the clouds,
Bring solace to a weary ear

And the peeling bellow of the rim,
The clatter of the clapper, urged on by 
Yolk, the busy carillon two octaves tall

Falls quiet the nightfall comes, tied the 
Ringers’ rope on wooden stop; cadence,
Hum, now spins the air in hollow cup



Written for Bells contest   3/8/15
Form: Verse

Premium Member Octaves of Love

Love graded, joy bubbling, then transiting, on heart opening, to empathy spacial; it’s outpouring radial. In time we get to compassion; warmth of love steadily outpouring, with vibrant bliss within thus pulsating. Over time, something within falls away. Inner silence becomes our mainstay. Hollowed form pure and pristine, exists to live the love dream, as joy within does stream, an invite to merge in the bliss surge, radiant, aglow, here. 21-October-2020
Form: Etheree

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