"attractor" poems
A teenage boy to sweet, a girl unknown. All he knows is this girl so so beautiful. To shy to say "hi," -only couple of friends he knows . One in particular a roommate of the beauty. Tells her of a crush, a friend of hers to make the beauty blush. A bracelet he made to get her attention you see. She wears upon her wrist, so she must like! One or two worldly spins later. He comes across the beauty, with the roommates connection the two meet. She nervous as he says "hi." Shows the attractor the bracelet with a blush. Only thing he can think is to say "hi'' back. Only words he spoke. She walks off red faced full of embarrassment same as he. For that was the first time they met.
His heart pounding fast as a drummer with no rhythm. He sits blank minded as if he was in heaven. Light headed he is with nothing to think he goes on with his day. Praying he will come across the beauty once again. With prayers answered they meet again. Courage in his heart he he asks her for dinner. Amazed the beauty has no response. Tells the attractor to seek her later. As the sun rays dim, the moon shining bright. The attractor sees her standing alone. Happiness in his heart, question in his mind. Approaching her with a smile asks her once more, "No not tonight." Things I got to do."
The attractor walks away. Excuses she had I knew this couldn't be, foolish me. Oh no, no this couldn't be. For she did say not tonight. So a worldly spin later. The attractor encounters her. Asks her day. "Good!" she says nothing elts she speaks. To himself he asks why. Why does she not speak many words? Is there something wrong with me? His heart grows grim fallen light it's dim. Confused about her action not knowing her thoughts. Left to put together the puzzle of emotion. Hard as hell trying real hard. The attractor wondering should he move on?
With an ever spinning world, speaking no more he walks past her this time. The beauty looks on. Watching his moves as he swiftly goes past. Stares she only has for him the attractor wondering why. Then several worldly spins later he finds out she has seeked another. How could this be? She never told the attractor she was not interested. Saddened and dismayed angered at himself for thinking such thoughts of affection. Of hoping he may be the one to fill her needs. It's as if his insides start to bleed.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 11:08 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't be fooled please:)
if fear was an actor
he would be a walk of hope in specks of despair
an undeniable attractor
disguised in a dress
maybe a dull maybe a shine
of extravagant happiness
shaded in deceived colors of enthusiasm
pretentious upon the safe shallows of death
killing a devilish grin with pure sarcasm
-------ravenfeels
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
A dark Cloud of obscure atoms swirl around in Brownian chaos..
Time's a bit different ere.. Eons but a flit on tis clock..
Quantum effects play poker probability,
gravity the sinister Attractor ..
The cloud congeals, darker still than b'fore..
Attraction, it's nature Hot and crushing at primeval depths..
Ignites a fire so deep, fuses the insides at the wave level..
Particles unite, merge into each other,
becoming something new altogether..
Out pushes the brightest light the universe's seen..
The light of God, searing, nourishing and warm ..
drawn out of the breaking, fusing hearts,
Ignites Life on a distant Rock..
The cloud now a big Star..
Observes in rapture as Life grows from infancy to Damsel in frenzy... She Remembers the ancient pattern, dances around in fatal Attraction.. Fornicating, Merging, consuming, birthing in Heat..
Blues fade into greens, white streaks surround browns ..
Colours pulsing, coursing in a ballet..
Star is hypnotic, it watches..
********** a flare or two at ecstatic moments...
Smitten by Attraction, Star wants to hold Life to its passion..
Can't bear the distance tween the two..
It burns and turns, curious quarks, neutrinos play havoc inside,
turn Helium to Dark Carbon..
The Star sickened of burning and watching for Gods years,
spreads it's arms to hold Life in its magnetic swarms..
It's million Kelvins approaching in Love, Blow Dry Life,
Evaporate the tiny blue Rock..
Star muddled by tis sudden development,
can't put its tendril to why tis happened..
It's heart broken, embraces empty space,
where Life pirouetted a few ages ago..
burns all the more, turns Carbon to Heavy Iron
and novas in green, orange and gold.
The dust settles,
Star now a mere smoldering lump of Neutron..
Looks in the dark depths in feeble ruddy light,
pulsing out signals to find its beloved Life.
Rueing on the beauty that was..
Destined to wait..
For the Clouds to congeal again..
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Your sacred place is where you can find yourself again and again. The great attractor. On a Sunday morning, near the river bank, soaking in sun rays filtering through wispy clouds that peek through tall oak trees, you sit on fallen orange leaves. Hint of chill still present in the early spring breeze. Calm water talking only through the language of small waves brought by soft wind. You see smoke coming out of a cabin chimney not too far away. Breakfast will be here soon. You feel excited to share sandwiches and simple joys of this morning with your soulmate. The conversation between nature and your silence only to be interrupted by the sight of your love. Radiant and natural after a great night's sleep, those glistening eyes gaze at the shimmering surface of water. You eat and you soak all scents of nature. You hum an old song. The urge to live the moment is just too strong. You want to scream out of uncontained joy but don't. Because it feels silly. Then out of nowhere ***** screams loud. Amazed, you laugh greatly and shout too. Both join in a song. Time stands still, lying with us together on dried orange leaves. Maybe that is why you find yourself here again and again. Because time slept alongside both of us lying down on the earth in embrace.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
Love leads to unity
Of course.
The great attractor to the source.
A tour de force
Unity,
Oh but of course.
I longed to understand for so long
And now I do.
At least, I know where I'm going to.
Away from separate thoughts of separate action
And toward a place that's combined, less fraction.
Not fragments, one whole;
A piece of a puzzle perhaps
But a picture perfect piece at that.
All around we see the signs
Leading us back to timeless time.
Know your goal and the battle's over
You realize your whole life has been the closure.
Male and female they meet as one
You are reborn as a pheonix from the sun,
Lies and deceit no longer shading.
The knowledge that you are the divine Son is waiting.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Whats wrong with your matter
why do your thoughts seem to shatter
and splatter all silence into waves
of static chatter
Let your mind faulter
sitting silent under the calm water
Bubbled constant blabber jabber of
topics and thoughts and things that really dont matter
Fill the days with more than one hour
of silent inner and being stiller
giving power to the brain flower
Ignore the distractor the interactor
and the teacher thats molding young minds
with some kind of ego attractor
use brain conditioner applyed twice a day
by a liscensed practitoner
asleep at the wheeler
thoughts that act as some kind of leader
attracted by a stringer
unaware of the silent danger
mind of alter hidden
right above the shoulder
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 11:10 AM UTC
5/20/12
Random am I,
Random are we,
Random are those,
Random as thee.
So non-sequitur,
Never a quitter.
One with a hidden path,
Always in a bath.
Open-minded to the new,
Defenders of the few.
Mightier than the united,
Never having been divided.
Strange attractor philosophy,
Making sense with psychology.
Everyone emits a "huh?",
Intellects say a "duh,"
No one asks "What?,"
But.
"Why?"
How can it be?
That one I cannot see,
That there is so much more,
Than what's on the door.
Does it make you a number,
That judges by this cover?
Is it really what you think,
Or how much it makes you blink?
The one word that comes to mind,
The one from far behind.
Like the hungry with chewing gum,
Why are we so random?
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
**Laniakea
a late perception..Hawaiian immense heaven
a boundary moving outward with doubt that
this is the end limitation..
And in a contracting mood the Great Attractor
an inward pull and seeming declaration of
our locality our mortality..
Outward and inward
might we transcend this dualism
and experience the vibration
infinite and without locality
our true SELF...**
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
It's 9:30 p.m.
and the CSX train Jericho blows
its Doppler horn
across the black flow
of the Cumberland River
skimming the rafts of rippling light
lapping the west bank of early revelers
gathering in the streets and bars and ***** tonks,
spun together by an invisible attractor they're calling
"Happy New Year."
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
From my observations
the poets language
leans towards
repetitions.
Poems are a colourful
diversity
of syllabic phonems
****** in a virtual permanency
An Ink dried up; drifting away
un-catchable in the totality.
The mean-ing-ness!
Wisdom wandering around
the hot *** of poetry's
boiling brew.
The Talent is an attractor
Turning Disharmonious to the
Love Beat.
A Credo from the misty monsoons and the full moon's
'la lingua pool'
borrowed, beaten,
chewed and eaten.
Some would say: "Some
words you could just eat!"
They're so sweet~To the beat. . .!
Poets love certain
words whether
they are good or not.
Words or them!
The words:
whimiscal
lame
green
vigorous
transcendental
blackness
blue sea **** love
Honeysuckles
To be.
I see. . .
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.
Help me if you can
Try to understand
Man’s inhumanity to man
Is it part of nature’s plan?
That we demonstrate
Our innate hate
By trying to annihilate
Those of equal weight
Why do we wage war,
And try to even the score
Like we never did before?
Is hate at the core?
It’s a motivating factor
Or it’s main attractor?
Cos it’s for the birds
And I am lost for words
In a local supermarket
Innocents are the target
Their lives never the same
As a mad man takes his aim
While quenching his desire
For mayhem through gun fire
The situation’s long past dire
As people will expire
So I pontificate
While trying to contemplate
The end results of hate
All over our landscape
And then I weigh the cost
All be it at a loss
Because it isn’t right
In our Creator’s sight
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC