Syncing Poems | Examples

Come Again

Checking into the physician,

I gone and hurt myself again.

It's time to tap in,

Let the healing begin.

As blood carries the love in,

My lungs absorb oxygen.

Intentional chemical reaction,

The system braces for it to happen.

Synapses syncing in motion,

Electricity charges the ocean.

Waves of a higher vibration,

Enter the pain to take action.

A conscious transaction,

A molecular intersection,

Where cells give the injection.

Love stitches up the section,

An energy interjection.

Healing begins to happen,

Sealing the wound from infection.

An energetic protection,

Atoms feel my affection.

Bringing them all to attention,

It's Universe comes to balance again.

Healing me from my pain,

I thank you Once again,

You're a great Physician.

"Any time, Come again."

we can so we shall

on the last day of the calendar year
do we feel an urge to express ourself
speak of desire or a deep rooted fear
as unfinished work still left on our shelf

shifting contemplations from head to heart
in vibrance, with sounds of silence syncing
no task for us remains we need to start
as we attain awareness unblinking 

poised in the void as a flicker-free flame
feeling within bliss pheromones mingle 
the cosmic gong within, echoes God’s name
whereupon our soul’s eye becomes single 

on the last day of the calendar year
by fully releasing moments gone by 
pristine presence feels God’s presence draw near
seeing Him in plain sight, before we die

The Breath

There's a stillness inside.

One to confide in.

To release emotions,

Setting energy in motion,

It's an oxygen explosion.

Racing around the track,

Life gets out of whack.

Take two steps back,

Inhale.

The Breath of Life entering,

Reaction rendering,

Slowly centering,

Exhale.

Uneasy feelings,

Flee from our beings,

And begin balancing.

Our Mind is thinking,

Your Heart is syncing,

The Soul is singing.

With rhythmic breathing,

We begin seeing,

The stillness fleeting.

Practice is seeking,

Expand and releasing.

Inhale,

Flooded with oxygen,

Love comes pouring in,

It's life's Magick potion.

Exhale,

Sharing our energy,

Our Connectivity,

Through the air we breathe.

High Hymns

Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.

Our praise is wind. It winds through all of time.
We raise our arms on earth; from there love flows.

With kin we rode the ark and now speak life.
Our instruments, one breath…Yahweh…seeking.**

With limbs, we stand up tall, tethered to wings.
High hymns amplifying the one true God.

Trumpet resounds - His voice, in heaven seeks,
and begets ears and hearts, with seven eyes.*

Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.


*Seven symbolizes completion. God’s eyes are everywhere
**Yahweh (God’s name) Draw breath in “Yah,” let it out, “weh.”

Tenterhooks Unglued - 'Cessation' Contest

    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  


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    September 23, 2024
   Cessation Poetry Contest 
       Unseeking Seeker

I Looked in America's Mirror Tonight

    I looked in America’s mirror tonight
    What I saw was only left or right
       Reflecting a nation irreparably divided
       With no desire to again be united

    I longed for a touch, just a touch, of awareness
    An admission that ‘I might once have been wrong’
        What I witnessed was unbridled aggression
        From each side, a fiercely combative song   

    I searched for a hint of humility
    A confession: ‘Maybe I don’t have all the solutions’
        What I beheld was feisty defiance
        Candidates lip-syncing dubious science 

   I hungered for clear answers to questions
   A yes that’s a yes, a no that’s a no
       What I heard was ‘MY agenda is what to invest in’
       Implied was ‘To hell’s where YOUR question can go…’

    I looked in America’s mirror tonight
    silently praying for some kind of light
       What looked back was darkling belligerence 
       accompanied by saber-rattling dissonance

Moon and Cows

I see you through the purple flowers. 
Heart churning in your chest. 
Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers.
Crowning chastity through your crest.

Wildflowers hear your song, for it is their song too. 
The bumblebee lies atop your head, buzzing with the tune. 
Cows grazing in the field below begin to sway and moo. 
Red and orange songbirds stretch the notes over the moon.

Time slows its senseless clock then stops the endless ticking.
It slowly finds the rhythm and is syncing.   
Heart beating with the moon and the cows and flower pickings.  
The moment when the universe is winking. 

I will look for you tomorrow and even yesterday.  
But I can only find you now, ME, TODAY.

Poems are the Heartbeats of the Soul

People, we are the pulsing heartbeats,
Pumping life through this world's veins.
Our words, the rhythmic thrums,
Echoing through endless plains.

Poems, they are the arteries of connection,
Channelling thoughts from mind to mind.
Conversations, the capillaries of communion, 
Weaving bonds that intertwine.

Life, it's the ever-flowing river,
Carving paths through rocky terrain.
Concerns, the rapids that threaten to sever,
Tossing us, testing our will to regain.

But communication, ah, that's the lifeblood,
Coursing through, keeping us alive.
It's the oxygen that our spirits so crave,
The sustenance that helps us thrive.

So let your poems be the heartbeat's cadence,
Syncing with others at the perfect time.
Let your words be the arteries of compassion,
Bridging the gaps, making connections sublime.

For in this tapestry of life's conversations,
We are the threads, interwoven as one.
Each voice, each thought, a vital pulsation,
Keeping this grand symphony forever begun.

People, we are the heartbeats of existence,
Poems, the very blood that gives us form.
Let's flow together, in perfect persistence,
Weathering life's every storm.

Innermost Light

Within the depths of my very being 
Resides a soul that is all seeing
With truth and strength it gently leads
A reflection of love so boundless and free

One night I felt the calling light
Within my mind, under my skin
The soul reaching out to my mind
To beckon me to this shrine within

We light a sacred incense,
to warm up our innermost light
To serve our senses  so well
To melt all that which divides
To get through this eternal hell
To take us up to greater heights

In the realm where dreams take flight,
A love emerges, shining so bright
The divine love for my higher self
Unveiling the bigger picture to help

In awe of all the wonders in its eyes
I try to catch my breath
A glimpse from the future delights
Of cosmic oceans widespread

We light a sacred incense,
to warm up our innermost light
To serve our senses  so well
To melt all that which divides
To get through this eternal hell
To take us up to greater heights

An embodiment of the divine will
Transcending eternally above syncing twills
with every step, i draw closer still
wisdom in chaos with my heart fulfilled

Inviolate Spirit

Written: December 04, 2023
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Desensitizing me—destroying my delusion.
Snapping sight of the kaleidoscopic illusion.
Delving into eternity of utopian ecstasy
Shimmering in an ethereal golden fantasy

Drifting inwards—yielding inner space.
Flamboyant with a nectarous embrace
Playing an intricate oboe of tenderness.
Drumming along to the tune of gentleness

Invigorating my soul—infusing my barren cup
Embraced me wholeheartedly the wassail up.
Sitting on grass, smelling delicious lavender.
Gulped divine ambrosia, wild or scavenger

Syncing wires up to my celestial essence
A haven where my bosom can quiescence
A tranquil haven where my spirit can soar.
A tranquil haven that my heart can't deplore.

A sanctuary where my soul can find peace.
Somewhere, my soul may relax and release.
Nothing can be concealed in my quiet spirit.
The whole day, one can both sense and hear it.

Laugh

               A laugh is a soul's explosion of insanity.
           Knowledge of acknowledgement in vanity.
      A crazed affinity with deja vu timing.
          Taboo of thought in neon silver lining.
    An out of body experience welcomed within.
      Micro possession in a miming obsession, 
         with dilated dial in audible font style 
   and expression.
          
               A laugh is a pseudo lust in pseudo love.
         Headlining, silver tongued language of 
   squealed wink, grunting blink, snickering choke of drink. 
     from above. 
  A syncing of honed thinking in volume linking 
    the brink on.
 Wave of notes confused bang of gong, 
 in mode-icon.
 Surge of mental drowning, 
 with smile singing mused 
 connection system of its own downing.

Walking Through Rhe Streams of Life- Being Carried In the Arms of Christ

Barefooted as I walk through the streams of life water surrounds my heel foot my toes compelling as I am drenched my ankles hold the weight of my body I stand vertical with my life virtue my heart's aflame my soul is swimming within my inner self my spirit flies it no longer listens it has come through the windows of my eyes oh Mystic Waters flown Downstream Covenant am I that's my Celestial being reaches out from my inner self Gathering my completeness I am a lost yet I walk in the Stream I start syncing I took my eyes off of the prize I am sinking I can't swim because I'm falling beneath the surface I can no longer see my feet but yet someone else's feet bronze different color purple Renaissance for you see the stream no longer there nothing but dry land I am being carried by the Savior 
Amen

8/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2022

Verbal Compications-No Talk Back

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

Whatever It Takes

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.

Lip Syncing

your kiss the silence of my words

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