Short Syncing Poems
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SYNCING
We had each others back
Syncing around in circles
Sometimes breaking away
To be swooped up to another sphere
Completing the thought
Moving beyond the edge
To be included once more
Address antenna
Voices demanding
Optic invasions
Speech enabled knot
Talkin noisy Autobots
Intervision
Lip syncing mouth
Verbal conversion
Boiling in a pot
As the metal rots
Verbal sparring thoughts
8/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Dancing with the Sun,
Union with being known as One.
Holding hands with the wind,
Syncing with the force of gravity.
Living with the Earth,
Breathing with the beings of life.
Harmonizing with the rain,
Embracing all feelings, from joy to pain.
Dying with the trees,
Loving spirit sets us all free.
this moon comes once in November
the sweating chills
a rowboat spills a spot on the water
the cold a purple loom on my lips syncing
the frozen light pools on the mill
a glint gone suddenly
mill
spills
my sweating chills
this moon comes once in November
the frozen light pools on the mill
my sweating chills
While we're spooning under the moon,
Hotsie, your kisses make me swoon,
Planting smooches on love's face,
Old as the whole human race,
Your kisses spark my hand,
Well met upon this land,
Lip syncing me with such flair,
Love kissing Mr. Debonair,
Not really quantum physics,
More of lover metaphysics,
Romance blesses each kiss,
Dear Hotsie, keep our timeless bliss!
Listen to poem:
this moon comes once in November
the sweating chills
a rowboat spills a spot on the water
the cold a purple loom on my lips syncing
the frozen light pools on the mill
a glint gone suddenly
mill
spills
my sweating chills
this moon comes once in November
the frozen light pools on the mill
my sweating chills
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2025
kiss moon
my disembodied i floats above
ego… id… superego
constructs psychological
cum gravitas, or so they are told
straining, clawing
the drumbeat frantic
as mine is subdued,
tenterhooks unglued...
the universal chord
syncing
my pulse purring
____________________
September 23, 2024
Cessation Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
Cynosure
Not so sure cynosure
surrounded by an
entourage of well paid
admirers.
Circus whore
performing tricks
for those who
worship costumed
beauty.
Underscored cynosure
frail ego’s faults
magnified
on stadium screens,
lip syncing a
voiceless lie.
Dinosaur cynosure
too soon afraid
of ageing
too late to savor
youth.
6/23/2016
submitted to – Cynosure – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
MOONLIGHTING
swaddled by the stars,
moonlight swaying.
obeying sandswept eyes
and yawns of sleep.
dreams appearing
in seraphic shadows,
lighting up the inner room —
anamnesis of sunlight breadth.
drilling of the hands
and feet in repetition —
knitting needles syncing, lips
rehearsing the alphabet.
dot to dot of neuron hours
handsomely pieced
in gigantic looms. pillow
cosseting psychic depth.
5/13/2018
Close your eyes,
take a slow sweet breath...
let it carry you away.
Sink into your senses,
as the rain beats down...
cold crisp invigorating.
Come closer tip to tip,
hand to hand...
let the embrace take you.
Heart to heart,
syncing to a steady rhythm...
one moment; lost to space and time.
Revel within that moment,
clarity of the deepest mysteries...
dawning as if seeing, hearing, feeling;
for the first time.
Their
Heart
Does beat
Syncing
Up with the
One universal
Consciousness that exist in he
Resonating throughout the entire universe
Considering everything rotating in a circular twist, is how mass exist
Contemplating it with a spiritual twist comes when one takes it with a faithful risk
Vibrating entirely throughout the universe
Consciousness that exist in she
Is in becoming
All that they
Create
Shinning
there
Star
I want to be a writer -
and like a new poker player -
I'm starting to evaluate my cards.
I post on several poetry sites
I find syncing them kinda hard.
'Cause I'm the model of imperfection
heck, I'm the Edison of mistakes -
a teenager half-heartedly committed
to doing whatever it takes.
Does it help that I'm never happy?
That I constantly make updates?
At times I feel the proverbial cat
chasing its own tail -
but I think I'm making progress
- like a literary snail.