Short Synchronization Poems

NAVIGATION
I am sowing my seeds of navigation
Let's sing the song of inspiration
Time and time again, everything is synchronization
Don't you see the universe is allocation

Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 5, 2016...

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He soars to the sky;
a lady bird is watching,
so while plummeting,
he twists magnificently;
not quite an “old” buzzard yet

Tall necks upward stretch.
Long slender legs start to move.
Synchronization
is the flamingo’s tune when
the beach becomes a dance floor.

Jan. 21, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's  Buzzards And Flamingos Poetry Contest...

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The flowers are sweet with pollen
The grass is so green it looks fake
The trees stand tall as if they got something to say
The sun shines brighter and the heat grows with each passing moment
The clouds in the sky move through different cycles as if they're rushing to attain a goal
But the sky remains still, watching as everything below moves in synchronization,
Almost like a parent to some very particular children....

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A romantic ring, beautiful to behold
…dazzling diamond or gorgeous gold

A symbol of a special synchronization
A real ring, not just for fun or fashion

A romantic ring, not for boys not for beast,
A righteous ring, presented before a priest.

Meant for a married man… a mild ring
Fit for a wise, worthy woman... wedding ring.

A cute curve of kindness, caresses and kiss
Built beautifully, bringing blessings and bliss....

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I arrange the strings
Of my favourite instrument
The head, For perfect music
Of art and evolution

I play the flute
with perfect synchronization
Of togetherness with art
Of wilderness with evolution

I am a pianist now
Drawn deeper into the music
with each stroke of touch
Of pain and love

My music her poetry
she reads me
from top to bottom
I draw her closer.

She whispers,"Mr. Artist, 
You play the hormones
better than
your instrument"....

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Do you make love in the light
adorned in a beauty so bright
basking with heavenly glow
consumed in each ebb and each flow

or like me do you like it dark
inhaled with a faint trace of heart
fingers embrace the unknown
living and breathing each moan

tongues tantalizing
the braille of the body
moist moments meet and greet
inside the throes of life

lips bled in honour of another
begging to last
a synchronization of soul
eluding death, becoming whole...

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