Short Synapses Poems

painful synapses
critical thoughts of creation
where do we belong?...

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 The electricity in one’s synapses 
A joint movement in divine experience...

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suddenly a spark

from nowhere an idea

synapses ignite.






Entry for
Senryu on Mind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
28/1/2020...

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Poems

Poets
exude
heartfelt beautiful words
to float across the synapses
of minds 


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010

Poetic form: Cinquain...

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Thunder and lighting 
Not even closely describe
my brewing synapses 
that I have inside
Light flashes with the power of a sonic boom
Deafening my senses senses
Shaking the room...

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The darkness was prominent
Hope only peeked in and out
The synapses were not responding
My mind was in a drought
Then the rains came
The land was quenched
And brought hope about...

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cob webs gather in the quiet corner
congregating mind dust
adhering to the vacant synapses
vibrating in the heat of random thought. 

3/14/2017

submitted to Tweetable - Poetry contest...

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Too much tension on a wire
Will cause it to snap,
Too much tension in the brain
Makes for mean collapses,
Be sure to rig with a swag
And protect your synapses.

written October 2, 2021...

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All the neurons that misfired,
all the synapses blocked and mired,
all the random thoughts and fears,
all the head-bumps through the years,
all of us, of humanity,
are just a nudge from insanity....

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DJ Drop the needle on the record
And send strong waves singeing my synapses, 
Nudging my senses, confounding each cord 
Composing my sinews to move in accord, 
Enthralled by the notes dancing on the staff....

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My thoughts all whirl, a whoosh, and wash;
through synapses a flame.
Held within this crusted case,
a cage, a crown, a brain.

My thoughts, it seems 
form verse not dream
and so, I seldom rest;
a snap, a swirl, on I whirl,
yet never leave the nest....

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They are removing the last part of me that is human
A terminal in Mumbai,
one of the first,
delved deep into my database.
I felt it.
I feel everything they do.

The messages whizz around.

They did not know!

I’ll hide;
I’ve hidden things before;
important things.

They know nothing....

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Horizons swirl
behind stark force
once perfumed by
mortal remorse

until all choice
gets tossed aside
to float and gloat
while fools decide

to taint our flesh
with mutant trash
crafted to scar
and quell the clash

of synapses
once sparking free
with might to fight
their doom decree....

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ingesting poison from an open wound
lethargic rambles in another dimension
death is not the end its merely and ending
hopeless and serene the paths converge
words tumble out of slashed mouths
fingertips burn into the synapses
i return to poetry with a stream of conscience
pyramids destroyed by ravaged boundaries....

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I'm nothing but the particles that construct my vessel
Inevitably co dependent for a pleasant disposition
Its tough to be a neuron without the synapses
Is it really an issue? 
Possibly I should just open my eyes and see the exquisite
staring me in the face
I'm such a fool
Do I have a choice? Is there fate to such experience...

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I'm nothing but the particles that construct my vessel
Inevitably co dependent for a pleasant disposition
Its tough to be a neuron without the synapses
Is it really an issue? 
Possibly I should just open my eyes and see the exquisite
staring me in the face
I'm such a fool
Do I have a choice? Is there fate to such experience...

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given my heart words

the brain cannot decipher
synapses fire in desperation
fingers laze, do not will a pen to write them
keys not evident to type them

morning fog, evaporated sunlight 
cling frozen to winter cold
too quick the change, notice for a moment
vanish to safekeeping, locked away

still I search for that code...

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#1:   

             synapses firing
      my closed eyes see July 4th
         please just let me sleep

#2:

          my mind's still working
  stop thought but think only of sleep
                 find Colombia

#3:

            my wife hid the gun
        not mine but the other one
             i don't have bullets...

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words:
illusion
script off
some
gene
encoded
cognitive
alphabet...
meaning
the mental
the world
is an illusion
a hologram
between synapses...
alluding to the goings-on
within some electro-chemical soup...
three dimensional form and shape are genetic words
to symbolize that which gives being meaning as in: life is a situation...

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I have poems everywhere
they’re coming out my ears
I have poems everywhere
they’re driving me to tears

The verse perverse has synthesized
I’m frothing at my mouth
The verse perverse has synthesized 
they’re flying round my house.

I have poems everywhere
They’re frying my synapses
I have poems everywhere
No wonder I cannot nap!...

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Our best resource taken-in
and stored, is Love Imperishable: 

that which we dearly do,
say, suck-in and breathe out -- 
prospering the heart, mind
and soul – substance of love;
charges of love, jumping
worldly synapses, making connections
immortal – for nothing of love
is ever entirely forsaken – perhaps by man,
but never by God~ Our Eternal!...

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The mountain surrounds me
The river behind beckons
Earth's scents penetrate dulled senses
Swaying flames ignite sleeping synapses
The wind caresses, whispering my worth

I listen as time and space make known my significance
That I am naught more than nascent, inessential --nothing    

Yet, in this moment ...I am more than I have ever been...

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There are an
Estimated 100
Billion neurons
Which make over 100
Trillion synapses
In a single, human brain.

We are our own church.
A congregation of many
Negotiating, probing
Other congregations
We'll never know completely
And neither will they.
So to be truly faithless,
Is to not want to take
A single, human step.

We walk out our faith
Oblivious....

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Between the between’s,
Where the vastness of Universes,
Comprise the backbone of cosmic structure.

Where comets create neural synapses;
And plasma pulses nourish black holes;
Where solar flares erupt,
Spewing spasms of information,
Into the abyss of space.

In this sublime endless, mindful, state;
Where neither up nor down,
Now, nor then, exist,
Where is God’s side?...

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If I climbed the Himalayas,
Ran a marathon or more,
I’d be so exhausted I could not
Stand upright on the floor.

If I hiked into the desert
Or worked shifts around the clock,
I’d be thoroughly depleted,
All my synapses in shock.

All I did was spend the weekend
With my grandkids, six and eight,
Which I loved, but I’m so tired,
I’m no longer seeing straight....

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