Short Octaves Poems
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
love
trusting
authentic
understanding
balance and respect
laughter and fun
sacrifice
grateful
love
5/14/26
(C)opyright
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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)
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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