Short Receptors Poems
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we emit signals of light
every thought shines a beacon
we still have our receptors
but....can we still find the switch in the dark?
**Parise Pariku**
healing proffered
to unwilling receptors
pauses in the bardo
love employs no force
and so it waits
for eternity if needed
time yields to love
27-December-2022
How is it possible
What is its secret
It has no eyes
It has no brain
No receptors
No signs of life
whatever
Yet here it is
This blank page
godlike
Staring a hole
into my soul
Air laden
with the fecundity of spring,
sweet, powdery life brushing every
passing wing and foot stalled
on a budding stem,
receptors greedily unfurled
in vast arrays
to snare pollen dancing
on a breeze
though leaving too much
to float my way and be wasted
on a sneeze.
be you
free and breezy
like a flower dancing
why do you fear
she was dissecting
stimulus of pain
in receptors of hidden love
overlapping signatures
of past granulations
whom do you fear
break the shackles
she was caressing
the strings of my broken heart
dynamic energy released
open vast space content
Form:
A baby is a bundle of jangling receptors
a limb-wiggling curiosity machine
Equipped to record and retain every sensation
with nodes and neurons labyrinthine
We watch her nap and feed
pray she gets the sleep she needs
While deep inside her, a learning explosion
moves mighty mountains, fills vast oceans
This chemical cocktail
with neurotransmitters
pinging and bathing in sweet serotonin
like honey gone melted
transcended, eccentric
compulsory eyes are concocted and bent
Henna tattoos
from a black bellied bowl
still glittering red, crushing dust in the lungs
Bottled receptors
invisible potion
fizzy, instinctive, I want you around.
humble feet and serving hands
entwine as energy bands
bliss pierces body vectors
all nodes willing receptors
there is no doing we do
as rapture does so renew
tip of nose joins the dance
towards whom we shyly glance
such then is our ordained fate
feeling how chakras gyrate
each breath ushering bliss rise
beheld in childlike surprise
BElieving in life
Helping plants and flowers grow
Queen, Workers, and Drones
Big odorant receptors
Swarming sweet fertility
Rows of receptors positioned just so
to capture signals from galaxies aglow
Six decades, billions spent, not one signal yet
not a peep of protest nor an ounce of fret...
Signs and wonders we all see every day
of great changes in nature's immutable ways
Arctic whales in France, crocodiles on beaches
Who thinks about what this teaches
Muladhara wheel of Brahma the beginning
Sahasara-Bindu soma receptors celebratory
Anahata sees energies in divine union igniting
Making the seeming complex look elementary
Kundalini energy divine both free and gridlocked
In an energy upsurge vertically looping our form
Mind upon beholding this divine miracle shocked
Seeing sacred geometry within the benign storm
(This write inspired by a poem by Panagiota Romios, "The Magic of The Night")
Though we think of ourselves as singular, we are also communal, drawing from communal consciousness. The flip-side, we are also distracted by the hustling, the strife of a working day. At night they dream...we write!~ their sleeping dreams, fantasies our dawns for inspiration, tuneful-receptors-firing-poetic-alive!
Weightless feeling, remembrance of something new
Total disregard for pain receptors, a tangled wire
A recaptured moment in time, a retaken picture
A rescind into misery, but it is okay. It’s normal
Applause for the inner vacuum, devouring entirely
A recap on events that have yet to take place
Some call it seeing into the future. “Prophecies”
But the truth of the matter is, history repeats itself
He told me " the pain is all in your mind"
So I hit him in the head and said "it's in yours now too"
Deep breaths and bitten lips
as I try to walk away
one more pill to dull the pain
how long can suffering stay
opiate receptors relaxed
there's a soothing in the air
calm has flanked hostility
and lies within the fear
barren paths of crisis crossed
where love has up and gone
filing out in feeble steps
no one's won or lost
Master of probabilities,
inventor of worlds poised
before being collapsed
into the real,
hovering almost
in a perpetual quantum state.
Where are You ?
Are you hiding
in a fuzzy cloud of words,
beneath a clever disguise
of masks or have you simply
broken yourself down
into elemental parts
and scattered them throughout
the parallel worlds
of your poems which,
like crazy mirrors, stretch
and strangely entertain
the receptors in our
dimensionally challenged brains.