Short Synthesis Poems
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SCENOGRAPHISTA
visual
experments
in
spatial
constructs
arranged
with
meaning
curated
& holistic
in
seamless
synthesis
of
space
in singular
stimulii
to
the eye
budding of the stem
as the sun rises above- -
synthesis of love
a new dawn begins
as flowers spread out their crowns- -
humidity high
floral of beauty
my scented petals of love- -
will you take my rose?
IDEAL HARMONY
allusive
signs
manifest
exhort
&compensate
uniting
a
synthesis
of
tangible
egalitarian
phenomena
communing
alongside
subsidiary
pursuit
in
decorative
aesthetic
spectrums
PURITY OF FORM-:-
achieving
complementary
verifiable
experimental
approaches
true TO PHENOMENA
autonomous
representational
synthesis
personal
perspectives
to CLOTHE IDEAS
sensitively
subordinated
elaborate
allusive
adornments
human
human synthesis
rigor
static
reaction
killed by
authentic
data
information
refrigerate
dissect roadkill
Synthesis of minerals
dug up from mother earth
Combine with metals rare
that promise to give birth
to headlines seldom seen
for scientific stars…
jaded artists hawk their wares
wistful buyers beware
This is the city where
I found,
the fixity of
synthesis.
These are the streets
that pace,
fames the course
of imminence.
This is the city where
I lost,
the tangibility
of surface...
...This is the where
I am to be found,
and found to be
lost.
Form:
Does your life then come together
front to back
or
back to front
It takes years to clearly see
that both
directions
are a ruse
Life revolving as a circle
with you
inside
its center
All phases caught in a whirlpool’s tide
that ebbs
and flows
— divine
(The New Room: April, 2024)
DIVISIONS
sharply
vivid
practical
sceptical
emphatic
remains
hidden
by
temperament
in
abstraction
dramatic
progressions
fragment
evolving
in
sensibilities
of
conceptions
glimpsed
in
denouement
with
unusual
suspense
of
questioned
unified
in
synthesis
the sun in his naughtiness
does not let the white snow set ---
cozy calm weather
spring-like pleasant scenes
blossoms play here kings and queens ---
the breeze and the blooms shake hands
migratory birds feel safe
fish and frog forlone ---
nature's life synthesis strives
13 December 2022
oh my, yo-
yo ma
a synthesis
treasure
of thought
recipe creativity
told the secret
of recipes
for minds
that hunger
for the purities
of an actuality-logic
foundation to
all endeavors
(shhhhh...
what trial and error of
mind-concepts that works
makes any reality possible)
stan sand
SYNTHESIS OF INFLUENCE
determine
impressions
&
expressions
of
harmony
approaching
conscious
conclusions
in
deliberate
delusions
peace
& serenity
reconciled
in
ethereal
exaggerations
of
woven
patterns
of
beautiful
curves
clarity
culminating
in
the curious
rampant
&
outrageous
genuine
synthesis
of
scope
unpredictability
flourishing
in
the
self- assured
devotion
to
the
well- connected
potential
denied
authoritative
yet
unruly
notions
prevail
survive
then
thrive
cloistered
by
design
autumn be's
fall leaves on a tree
visual colorful
beautiful bountiful
covering blossoming photo synthesis
colorful leaves in a containment
feed me visually marginally laming cover me
colorful beautiful Daughter of God
You are Autumn's eyes so, calls
9/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
The Final Synthesis
The unknown begins,
the wind whispers to the dancing trees about a thousand secrets.
The rain cleanses the stained earth and makes it sacred.
The night plays its quite music,
Life is Born!
man, and nature,
nature and creation bonding in the final synthesis.
©Chitra Arun
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2019
Disrobing the flesh of ancients
In a continuous hot pursuit
A growing embryo
Spreading into the ether
The ionized atmosphere
With contant cosmic outpouring
The last tenet
Of man's unbridled elite
Casting his instruments
Proding stardust for clues
Yet all analysis recedes
When a grand synthesis sweeps
A human life course
Forever resonating with the truth
Photosynthesis
Photosynthesis
Helps fund life
A plant’s synthesis
This is life’s wife
Food that is given
For others to live
To which one is striven
To take and give
So they stay alive
And stay completely sane
Always take the dive
Always say in lane
But you may go off road
So you lose control and death may now bode
Written on January 29, 2020
VISUAL IDIOMS
a
contemplative
venture
in
tokens
of temperament
conventions
of
emotional
immediacy
with
inseparable
prejudice
hesitant
casual
simplicity
a
foretaste
of
utopian
thrills
in
decorative
dots
a
timeless
barbed
synthesis
on
an
arcadian
panorama
of
paradoxical
possibilties
The wise, before the mighty king stood, carrying nothing,
Surprised the sovereign, inquired where the Wise's belongings were.
“All of value I possess, within me I carry” He replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
8 MAY 2016
Sijo: a three unrhymed line poem of 14-16 syllables long each: a)Thesis, b) Antithesis, c) Synthesis. My first attempt!
Listen to poem:
All light converging
each thought a star in the field,
woven in longing—
the Omega Point awaits,
joining as one breath of minds.
All matter contains
a spiritual facet
the within of things—
stones dream within river's flow
all converging as one soul
God, hidden, yet near
transcendent immanent flame,
homogeneous—
synthesis of consciousness,
intimate, unquenchable.
paradisal
unity
in a
circular
round dance
faraway
looks
in
metamorphosis
of
illusion
of the
ephemeral
stilled
in a pictorial
cosmos
of tranquil enjoyment
naturalistic
sincere
authentic
idyll
from
an incessant quest
for
artistic
synthesis
of
indivisible
fleeting
sensations
I want to be synthesis,
be thesis...
I want to feel a lot
a sum, but being one...
Being of the ground and the air
be from the sky and be from the sea
to be, crazy higid... mentally sane
corpore sano
lex sed lexis...
be a dreamed metaphor,
live pleonasm,
active particle of the universe,
towards the infinity of God...
be of love forever
To be a totally spiritual being... !
I the wee hours of the morning,
I sit, stare, and listen.
And I am here, right here on the earth.
Yet even and exceptionally in this moment, I realize that there is another home for
we,
Way up in the stars,
Way up beyond the strato, meso, ionosphere,
And I realize for the first and last time,
I realize in the wonderful synthesis of simultaneous reckoning,
That I am home and God is Good.
I am a vessel on a sea
within the harbours sanctuary,
its granite arms enclose me safe
and mask the waters stormy face.
Here I am moored in a small life
protected from the gales of strife,
the whispering sounds beyond the walls
I cannot distinguish at all.
Oh from taught chains I would be freed
then unrestrained I’d gather speed
outbound to the expansive sea
the synthesis of liberty.
An expanded infinity
there is in a clod of earth...
An unrevealed but conscious sky
in the sweet smile of a flower...
A whole universe of love,
in the palm of a friendly hand...
And for those who notice,
a total harmony in one
fraternal hug,
flawless conformation
given freely both
of the maximum
and from minor.. !