air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
Like a 5-person committee in a conference room,
they had gathered to engage in weather business.
Although a committee of five, they acted as one.
Their orchestrations for forecasting were easy,
and yesterday would be no different. Or would it?
There were white clouds, grey clouds, moisture,
sun, and mild wind. When unified in the canopy of
the sky, they are a force with which to be reckoned,
creating tornadoes, heavy rainstorms, floods, fires,
mudslides, and avalanches.
On yesterday, they had just one item of business,
but suddenly, that was quickly changed. A tiny bit
of moisture flexed its will but quickly pulled back,
giving way to the committee's will to produce a rainbow.
Me thinks that they were over-ruled by God. They wanted
to make it rain, but God wanted to make a rainbow to
remind everyone about His perpetual Rainbow Covenant.*
Each committee member never ceases to be arrested and
amazed by the rainbows they produce. Yesterday was no
different as they all smiled and dismissed the meeting.
8522PS*Gen. 9:12-17
He has a musical instrument
it plays in his head.
Oft it quack's like an oboe,
oft it moo's like a bassoon;
it's also a violin
dipped into darkness.
When he writes, infant angels
wail, demons bleat like lost lambs.
Orchestrations and variation
upon a common theme reiterate
and reply.
Each instrument
a different note on his piano.
Yes, he has a piano
it thumps, it drums,
sometimes it mews
like a gull riding a storm.
The greatest orchestrations of Life comes evolves through Ages of Wisdom.
I wonder if I could have
bright therapeutic impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic murmuring depression.
If we are each
a potentially integral sacred muse
part of an EarthPeace puzzling movement
dancing improvisational music
for more gladness
means less Othering sadness
A multicultural
multi-generational opera
longing to finish reweaving symphonic
narrative of our cooperative
win/win co-invested Way
Toward restoring health orchestrations
optimizing climaxes toward culminating
democratic energy
woke up wealth
Of polycultural integrity's rich voice,
synergy choice
Co-empathic
co-invested
resonance of win/win therapeutic
regenerativity is not win/lose
trending toward lose/lose degenerativity
Wondering if we ever had a chance
for bright therapeutic global impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic anthro-depression.
This Thunderstorm Said, Notice Me!
6-20-2007
By
Tom Wright
Lightning scurries across God’s sky, by choice
It illuminates the heavens and strikes a tree.
Thunder bellows with an intimidating voice
Orchestrations from God, as if to say, notice me.
But as first light approaches
Is heard a calming, distant rumbling sound,
And the lingering Heavens Honey pelting the roof,
And a previously rain drenched ground;
Nothing was more embarrassing,
than when I got caught jamming my air guitar maniacally dancing,
to the melodic orchestrations of ABBA singing.
Yeah, I like ABBA, no doubt about it.
You got a problem with that? Wanna step outside and do something about it?
On a pristine stretch of solid sand
its serene surface bathed in lazy
sunshine, I long to hop on a boat,
let my mind stop thinking, let it rest
in contemplation and wonder how
I can ever stop life moving on.
I stare at nothing, not forgetting
still remembering old memories.
Intoxicated and seduced, I
breathe in a clear landscape stirred to life
by a summer wind - such is nature's
orchestrations, scrub the world clean of
chaos, astonishing the senses
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From the dawning of life,
In the depths of the sea,
One people rose above the primordial strife,
To embrace an contemporary civility,
And forged a civilization apart from their hominid brethren,
Cousins so distant their evolutionary polarity was personified as victor and loser,
Mother Earth had never seen a people so noble nor a progress so driven,
By a willpower that exceeded the basic tenants of ethnic survivors,
No, these people were meant for more than chanting half naked in the jungle,
To be more than feudal lords or subsistence farmers,
But rather to compose magnificent orchestrations played in chapels,
To forge swords of iron and travel the world as conquerors,
Uncovering the secrets of life through science and philosophy,
Establishing sophisticated societies ruled by democracy,
Do not be ashamed of your pride and honor,
Do not attempt to depreciate your heritage,
For the moon reflects the grandeur of our future,
Because we have earned our place on this earth,
And in the diary of the sun.
Within you I find an ocean of pure waters
My tongue thirsts to drink of your love, to dip my soul into your magic waters
my arms yearn to embrace your spirit, to leave time behind
to journey beyond desires where our love knows no beginning or ending
Kisses will be as grains of sand strewn across the universe
endless in number, but truly only one that never ends
The sharing of spirits, hopes, and dreams will be our breath
Faith and trust will not know of turmoil
all doubt will be buried in an unmarked grave
Our life a blessing to be nurtured as a child
To see myself within your smile as you are the mother my own
Your heart a reflection of my own
Your voice echoes such music to my ears as to pale all orchestrations
No instrument can speak of such great beauty
as your words which dance upon the winds of my heart
A waltz of resolution
The Dance of Souls
Is this the school of metaphysics,
The nullifier of ontology?
The diluter of pluralism,
The supporter of monotony?
A description of the virtues,
Depends on the physical existing;
Objects, people, colours and tastes,
Not a divine attributes listing.
What you teach in assembly,
Influences the life of every school child;
A glance, a look, a gesture, a stare,
Beckons mental illness beguiled.
All beliefs should be acceptable,
But humanistic values should centre,
For an understanding environment,
To cherish the individual’s banter.
There’s really not so many ways of life,
All can be categorised to make a few,
So that each family can be understood,
Whether loved, or by the child reacted to.
All too often I just so wanted, needed,
My headmaster to know the poems in my head,
Every night, just so that I could cope with life,
So that he would have good orchestrations.
It only takes a moment to slyly dismiss,
A pupil who’s from atheism’s stance,
But a legislation on school assembly,
Would give many kids a chance.
Wind-driven, deceptive, mysterious,
cries vixen's pulsating, debauchery
with haunting arias, mesmerizing!
The lighthouse, fearlessly, captivated,
by siren's symphonic orchestrations
shines brighter, exclaiming calamity!
She cautions vigilant navigators...
fog's mirage masquerades mortality!..
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Inspired by Nette's Contest: The Lighthouse
9/23/14 By Carrie Richards
I can't play a single musical instrument to save my life.
I guess I could if I really tried, but who has the time
to put aside and sacrifice other pleasures that I indulge religously,
my poetry, love of photography and most importantly,
quality time spent often with my fur babies,
but all is not lost with today's technology.
Computer programs presently allow me
to play any musical instrument professionally,
well, not exactly.
I can program any musical instrument at whatever tone or speed,
or combination thereof to compose a musical masterpiece.
Bucket List Item #, oh whatever, just do it eventually;
Compose And Perform
One Of The Greatest Music Orchestrations Ever Released,
even though it will only truly be
composed and performed by me virtually
with computer programing technology.
M……………..Majestically moving melodies
U………………Utterly unsurpassing unity
S………………Seductively serenading senses
I……………….Infinitely invigorating independence
C……………..Calculatingly charming compositions
L………….... Lovingly liberating lyrics
O…………….Openly ordering orchestrations
V.............Voluptuously vibrating visitations
E……………..Ethereally emancipating emblems
R……………..Rhythmically resonating romance
A music lover till the day I die...
A music lover...now you know why!
Resonance;the birth of sound,
collides with cosmic scream.
Butterflies caged underground,
resurfacing from dream.
Mesmerized by lost defense;
passion’s lust for chance;
careening stars,the evidence,
freedom leads this dance.
Instruments caressed by hands;
souls stirred and awakened,
times shift like burning sand,
universe is shaken.
Beautiful, impending doom
scars the astral planes.
One voice decorates a room,
someone smiles, again.
Splendid orchestrations;
dissonance unwanted.
Hearts in celebration,
angels still, are haunted….
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