Strobe Poems - Poems about Strobe

... In the Sistine chapel where frescos peep, away from watchful devote eyes that weep, a conclave gathers in reflection deep, to choose a shepherd for gospels to keep. Amidst partisan whispers, ......

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...The Killing Field” Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers, and they ran across the killing field, watching the steel-toed kite ascend— a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum. Josh scoffed as it d......

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...The Killing Field” Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers, and they ran across the killing field, watching the steel-toed kite ascend— a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum. Josh scoffed as it d......

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... one half’s an arc the other a strobe ~ light becomes your coagulant signals and synapses firing off sparks ~ try open eyes but you can’t all bound together forming a dream ~ welded to the s......

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...Alright, let's get this crowd moving! (Adjusts microphone, smiles warmly) Yo, what's up, everybody? Let's get down to the nu sounds/ We're talking about a feeling, a vibe, a pulse/ You know, somet......

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...His purpose is deeper than what lies at earth's core For what it's worth the more he rises to the surface the more he breaks chains & curses He's layered like a Russian Doll & the more they po......

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...Divine Mother Herself anoints our form, borne by magnetism ushering cool heat, wherein all our presence does is conform to divine bliss pulsations that repeat, each strobe unique, bending low at ......

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...Aunt, her twenty-something nephew, his grandpa: It’s after dinner as her nephew tells her, “Mom’s making dinner but I’ll have a taste,” A couple bowls later, my nephew and Dad viewing news flashe......

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...animating silence with heart’s pure intent in collusion with the enigmatic void feeling each bliss strobe of soul luminescent delusion spawned by ignorance is destroyed revealing our eternal lig......

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... Almost Afraid to close my eyes, thumping heart, in tune with the pounding on the window pane. Wonder if it’s hail.? Sounds like hail. great dazzling flashes, strobe lighting, zi......

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...Almost but not quite, we pause within stillness, that the cause of our soul’s stooped stance be known betwixt bliss beats, now full blown. Ego’s dead, we’re by love led and head and heart have......

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...Beyond the hills, the storm, oh, yellow queens they quake; poor Autumn aspens feel old weight of weakened leaves the hostile winds will steal. Beyond the hills the storm it brews, like coffee......

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...act i: walk down the strip, the neon lights casting a gaudy glow on the fray. i meet my dealer, a facilitator of welcome distraction, and we exchange nods. i take a bump, and the rush is immediate. ......

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...Eye of Horus in the dead of the night we stir from dreamless sleep meditative and in deep quietude as of an impulse from the universe we polarise our consciousness taking op......

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...An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pr......

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