Tuning Poems - Poems about Tuning

Asking a Tuning Fork Why

use a tuning fork
when facing a dilemma
for the two prong shape
provides two preset options
for keeping progress in tune

Tuning Out

I tune out the news
Just as much as I can,
So I won’t have to hear
When the s*^# hits the fan.

But I still read the paper
And catch little bits
From the radio as every
Story transmits.

The migrants, the pardons,
The Congress, the Court – 
Democracy fighting
But coming up short.

The voters who quoted
The prices of eggs,
Now twice as expensive,
The question

While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi

While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi

while channeling the energy of Google
exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle.

I awoke from mid-day siesta
exuding peaceful easy feeling
total all encompassing bliss
suffused body electric of mine.

Ecstasy resonated within these lovely bones
triggering subliminal stimuli from head to toe
profound tranquility linkedin
entire corporeal essence,
what me worry mindset
bundled

Fine Tuning the Band

We are not going to recreate Wrestling in this jerks image! It's was said at a press conference. Look he's unified Twenty independents and he's looking to get everybody involvled. "We don't do that!" Well one of the "big League companies made a deal to have there Companies trophy to be put against " the

Tuning Out the Wife

The stubborn frog was holding tight to the yellow zinnia
She had abnormally long petals, so she kept him dry in spurts.
However, her stalk was slippery. He kept sliding into the wet grass
Let go! His wife said. “It is dry down here, under the mushroom.”
But he had tuned her out for so many years, he could

Tuning

you study the silences
         I survey all  THE words
          each with their craft...

Moon Tuning

Peeping down through
		the closed blind,
		reflecting moon spy-tease
		the created mind;
		manipulating the running
		of ebony-hued time,
		trying to canvas a poem
		with lines that rhyme.

		Now if you knew how to rap,
		this would be a snap
		but it’s not so easy
		in the wee hours, without a nap.
		Yet, when you’ve survived
		the trials of another day,
		It’s not really that hard to scribe
		what you need

Moon Tuning

Moon Tuning…

		Peeping down through
		the closed blind,
		reflecting moon spy-tease
		the created mind;
		manipulating the running
		of ebony-hued time,
		trying to canvas a poem
		with lines that rhyme.

		Now if you knew how to rap,
		this would be a snap
		but it’s not so easy
		in the wee hours, without a nap.
		Yet, when you’ve survived
		the trials of another day,
		It’s not really that hard to scribe
		what you

Tuning Fork

'The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul.’


I'm scrambling up the crumbling cliffs
the Pacific ocean is raging below
it's heaving about roaring and thumping
then sucking back with strong undertow

It crashes and spits onto the shore
bubbling the sand as the sea sweeps by
high above me the gulls skirl and whirl
in scattered squall of high-pitched cry

close

Tuning

When soul and heart together
                      together they hit the harmony
                      life and love

Science Effort Again - Universe Looks Same and Flat

I
Why does the universe look the same no matter where we ( humans and telescopes) look?

II
The question is complex for this reason: an expanding universe from the Big Bang, has voids, columnar structure, and may be akin to the biggest sponge, between galaxies.

III
A possible answer is the theory of Inflation, and the role of theoretical.particles

Tuning In

When there be no inspiration 
Shrouded in gloomy darkness 
Upon our brow perspiration 
We shift into tranquil stillness 

Attention poised unexpectantly 
No one within now searching
A throb within rises vibrationally
Identity with universe connecting

Thought rested limitations cease
Within the world internal we dream
Following the scent of love in ease
Inspiration divine begins to stream

We write although not the

Tuning Into the Current

When no longer self absorbed, as in with self serving goals, including striving for enhancing spiritual enableability, the body apparatus hollowed out, relegated to the role of a material interface to navigate earth life, presence integrated therein with lower and higher aspects of mind in alignment with the glowing heart, detached cessation thus of self

A Song Tuning Into Fortune

How blessing 
Moms?

Her son a song to be 
Music to form his children 

All at homes to sit
Together to sing

Tuning William Blake's Whistle

Tuning William Blake's Whistle
by Michael R. Burch

a musical prophecy, after William Blake

I.

Many a sun
and many a moon
I walked the earth
and whistled a tune.

I did not whistle
as I worked:
the whistle was my work.
I shirked

nothing I saw
and made a rhyme
to children at play
and hard time.

II.

Among the prisoners
I saw
the leaden manacles
of Law,

the heavy ball and chain,
the quirt.
And yet

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