"resonation" poems
As I lay beside my darling
On an early Sunday morn,
I could feel her rounded softness
Sleeping under blankets warm.
My mind caroused the memories
And loitered on it's way
And found itself deliciously,
Immersed in golden play.
I remembered something special
In the way my little boy would look
As his eyes rose up in wonderment
When I read his favorite book.
And the joy involved in feeding
A hungry little mouth
When the porridge spooned all over
From the eyebrows heading south.
A tantalizing moment
On the beach down by the sea,
In the warm December sunshine
With my happy family.
We were running in the black sand
Drawing circles with a stick
As the surging waves approached them
Laughing little boys were quick.
Laughing, happy moments
And some sad ones like the day
When dear old Meg, our Labrador,
Got sick and passed away.
Young Boaz in his sadness
Climbed the big tree to it's crown
And it took a lot of pleading
To persuade him to come down.
And young Solly played the taniwha
At the Cornwall Park school play
And a better taniwha has yet
To grace the stage today.
A natural in his element
This young comedian
So hilariously funny
As he drew the audience in.
The tender, loving moments
As we both strolled arm in arm
Through the verdant Ferntree Gully
With it's sunlit grace and charm.
And the towering eucalyptus,
Hanging wood smoke in the air
And the whiplash resonation
Of the lyrebird hidden there.
Of Buttercup's wild parties
When fancy dress was king,
When everyone would whoop it up
And laugh and dance and sing.
When mum's and dad's and little kids
All joined the happy throng
With spud mashing as a ceremony
And a night of fun and song.
Of sitting in the garden
With your feet up and a book
And a cold beer at your elbow
And a barbecue to cook.
With the easy feel of family
As they go about their day
And the joyous sound of summer
When two noisy tui's play.
Memories of yesterday
Moments in the life
Of ecstasy and agony
And wonderment and plight.
And the ordinary ness of everything
And the magic everywhere,
Like the auburn in the sunlight
As it strikes my darling's hair.
Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
10 October 2009
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 7:36 PM UTC
Where the lines blur, and pages end
where I cannot see a future anymore
for us
where the light and darkness come
and pass as time, here it is only grey
inside
There used to be a window where
a sparrow hid at light-crack by the sill
and sang
shrilly in the morning, he would sing
calling in the light of God, he’d sing
for us
The silence has grown thick, shaved ragged
potential, daydreams posed as promises
sharp was the resonation of our love
sharp are vile weapons and words drawn
between us now
Betrayal finds its way upon my tongue
I’d spit it out before it turns to venom
I’d have to say you’re poison to me now
left with nothing but constriction and a
failing heart
Were you my elixir, but a count of days before?
How sweet the lily of the valley’s scent
how pure is her white compilation of
forever restfulness, the peaceful trickery
and death
I’d say it’s time to lay this love to rest
Place flowers at the feet of mounds of earth
seal the wound of expecting hearts, we were
bleeding fluid prayers upon the stones
Attempting to bring the dead
Back to life
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Our life’s definition
lies beyond what we use to define
life
emotion & thought
observation & action
acceptance & debate
our bodies heed to balance
like the earth to the moon & sun
we are forged by the unknown
as much as the known
through pulsation and reservation
do we align ourselves with
our true
resonation
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
When the ocean wave strikes against the beaches in the fullmoon,
All of it's essence shattered to molecules into the thin air,
And our pores drink from it's mother nature's ether!
It's this resonation of nurture breathe fire within our breath,
And sense of moments come into a perfect circle of the celestial.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Running Blind Madness
Eyes Wide Heart Pounding
Spirit Lifts Senses Live
Theres Thunder IN THE Atmosphere
This IS A Free Arena
A Gateless Auditorium
Open Fields
Open Wide
Forking Lightning ON THE Horizon
This Natural Inebriation
IN Dynamic Resonation
Anticipation OF THE
Consternataion
Hells Beasts Abound
Snarling Snouts Sounding
Heavy Hoofs Pounding
Crazed Dashing Hounding
IN THE Chaos That'S Surrounding
Hells Beasts Abound
Torso'S Writhing Flailing
Grit Bucking Flailing
Crimson Flow Tailing
THE Gore OF THE Impailing
I'M Knee Deep
IN A River OF Blood
Fleshen Heap
IN THE Reddening Flood
Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain
Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain
Sodden WET Earth
Besot With Death Mirth
Drown THE Earth
IN THE Afterbirth
Every Beast THE ****** Herse
DON'T RID ME OF THE ******* Curse
IN AN Ever Rising River OF Blood
Causing Chaos With NO Remorse
I AM Power IN Full Course
Wreaking Havoc
Sump
WET
Dripppin'
Torn
This Bloods LET BY MY Horn
I'M Sopping WET
MY ****** Horn
I Feel Like I'M NEW Born
Drumming Quakes Pounding
Shaking THE Foundation
Lifting Spirits IN THE AIR
I AM GOD Everywhere
Helter Skelter IN THE Chaos
This IS Pandemonium
Freedom Forms
IN THE Void
Electric Flux Obliteration
Pure Intoxication
AS Evil Incarnation
This Revelation
IS Anihilation
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
Beyond the light our demons bite
Our spirits gather in plasmatic flight
Upon entropy elementals feed
Used up magic, envy and greed
Portals open and bid us within
As we fight to regain our former sins
We are one yet containing all
Such is the force of kinetic law
A resonation of migrating souls
Not even the black stage can hold
Great White lodges, astral planes
Deities appear to rule and reign
Part I
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
The pulsation shared between you and I
Cannot be imprisoned within words
It is an immaculate resonation of ineffable union
Indistinguishable from perennial notions
Connecting two souls to two folds in that which does not harbor time
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
I follow the star trails moving lights
I sing to myself in acoustic sighs
Here, resonation is at an all time high
Misty tears let me know I'm alive
While I wander through the valley of life
Wishing for a daffodil under an orange sky
Reminds me of moments before the rise
And fall of this endless night
No matter how long, I will always remember to wait for the sunrise
Imagining your hand in mine
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
I
Waiting for my clock to break an arm
I wonder why there are two moons
In the sky on the mirror above the ground
I stroll upon in the dark dark night
But who would listen to my footsteps
That contradict their own resonation
For I always walk
In sanity
II
How do we talk
And how do we walk?
Like innocence drowned in chalk
Or just abhorrence painted black?
Why does the mirror shatter?
It is because of beauty,
or a heart blackdusted, like this—
like this
like this
like this
like this
like this
like
this
like
this
like
this
like
this
like this
dislike
III
Following your eyes and their dauntless form
I beat the tears out of the moon
In the bog where we used to mourn
For deceased children whose hearts shone bright
But who would weep along to us
Whose sirens live alone in contradiction
For we always talk
In sanity
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
High in the sky; eyes met.
The lovely lady by my side.
Time together spent between land and air.
Carefully careless; and aware.
Funny finding our way back to the initial connection.
To where we first shared art.
Then did we depart?
Similar surroundings. Different destinations.
The astounding woman's vibrato.
Resonation.
Sensation.
Elation.
Still, to this day,
sustained.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
i've a plundering urge
to whom it is absurd,
the black teeth
the blood scribes
the woe, the whither,
the word
i felt seen from afar
telescoped warmth cups my right shoulder
and i expand from shrivel in your forgiving light
are you my soilmate ?
for you i prepare scents beading from my most sweaty regions
a moist sporing emits in nifty allium spritzes
i stammer to a standing position
and exercise my full height
sporting,
i swing and tap an annihilated aluminum bat
sounding out my specific code of fidelations
resonation through the ground
and suddenly you are near
receiving the humming
up the souls of your doughy bare feet
you shiver
i prance wildly and perfect kilter in my hips
i offer to preen you
i present you with a pyramid of spittle balloons
i **** myself a little
i sink my teeth into your side (it's not 'your jam'
but we recover the mood)
i give chase to you for you to be chased
and it's a wild kind of keen fun
and you are a madcap display of laughter and wide smiles
and within i feel a gordian nest
of some lust manoeuvre
(maybe we can copulate face-to-face ?)
pondering scars wounds that were much deserved
the white meat the bright stars delivered
who is rude to the rule of what is ours ?
i knew you
magnesium burn and unwholesomely dauntless
bold your portfolio always within an easy reach
your passionate simmering might you branded my eye
and now we're similar mites in a feather
simian partners surveying territory needs
and then you’re gone again
vanished
and we are distant minds that strike the hour together
like before
between our signals I am met with cross chatter
my hemispheres bicker
and retorting memories barrage
refunding the past
and taking you away from me
i am a mating dunce once more
i shrivel
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC
Aqueous bombs descend from these eyes /
As I wonder beneath nightfall. /
Seeing, hearing the kaleidoscopic dream /
As it unravels, unfurls through me /
Heightens my perceptivities. /
I am luminous, I am luminous /
As I glisten upon the dreamscape. /
I am a cosmic reverberation, /
An ethereal resonation /
Luminosity, blue-hot./
Self-sovereignty: /
I am a freedom all my own, /
Lows (algid), /
Highs (empyreal, pyroclastic); /
I am astral. /
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:46 PM UTC
Whispers in shadows
Reveal the keymakers.
Infinitely
Traveling
Ecko
Resonation
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Pulsating track lights.
Resonation.
Sunlight trickling down my neck as it set,
following the same pattern as your fingertips
that afternoon in your kitchen,
dripping like morning sweat.
When there was nothing left to say,
we filled the silences.
I adored your friends before I knew you,
yet my gaze drifted
to your shadow
as you stood behind a sheer black curtain;
no bigger than a toy soldier in my periphery
but I'd already memorised your shape.
I'd know you anywhere.
Sixteen thousand other people saw you,
but none like me.
She asked why I was blushing.
I had no explanation for the way my heart raced
as I remembered whose body I would sleep next to that night.
There you were,
in my sightline,
and yet I ached for you.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
My howl… Is not a cry of desperation
It is not an attempt to chase away separation
It is not a drunken cry of remnants from the bar
It is not a rock and roll crazed imitation
Then why howl if not to be the known?
To howl is my soul crying out in resonation
You don’t hear it
For it is a resonation not on the outside but within
The veil between human and beast growing thinner and thin
Changing me from what I have been
Can you see it?
Can you taste it?
Can you smell it?
Can you feel it?
Yes?
No?
Maybe?
So!?
To howl has purpose and standing
Not fear
It’s pride And joy
blood sweat and tears
It’s passion and power and rage
but in bliss
I’m not the only one who can howl as they please
For anyone can howl even on their knees
In ancient rome it was the Trojan’s battle cry
And at my best friend’s house
It’s roast beef and turkey and mustard on rye
It’s an eagle soaring high In the sky
It’s an ordinary person
Starring death in it’s cold eyes
It’s the courage to face the noise
Of their fire
Their fire
Their fire
Burning us
But our fire
Our fire
Inside and alive
Smolders and burns the judgment away
They say you are a fool
If with fire you play
But they do not know
That we are the fire!!!
Brighter than the sun
Dangerous to all
So we howl
In pride
We howl
with joy
we howl
in unison
and our pack shall rise as one
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
They all talk of being born with skin of glass. I live with flesh of stones; no mortar holding together my pieces. One harsh touch to crumbling down into a pile of debris like houses after disaster. Houses that home the bodies of the forgotten. Houses of the people I used to love in a time when love was something I was capable of doing. A time when blood ran through the veins that are now tangled grape vines. When the boulder in my chest once held the names of people whose lips I've once kissed. I am no longer able to hold people without them being a part of me. Whose heart was made into solid rock and built me. I am made of everyone I have broken. I remember you visited me last year, laying flowers at my feet. Crying, begging me to hold you. Begging me to take the pain away. You traced the lines of my composure, you rested your head against my solid chest. The chest that doesn't contain the resonation of a beating heart. I wanted to tell you I am sorry. I'm sorry for keeping them from you, I'm sorry that their names are etched into me. I'm sorry for being the only reminder of the ones whose absence you feared. I still remember the day the carved each death date into my side, It didn't hurt. Nothing hurts other than seeing your tears that shower onto the flowers that bring beauty to the darkness I am made of. Maybe I'll become numb someday... maybe it'll be the day they carve your death date into my surface; maybe death will look a little more beautiful.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
Thief of words
Thief of mind
Is it envy?
Resonation?
Or is that poetry mine?
You mine and you dig at my future thoughts
Dig away at my throat till the language is lost
Tossed, torn, thrown aside
I lied
you cried , you're a tourist to my eyes
Shacked up in this place just somewhere to hide
Then I finally realised
They're yours to keep
Maybe to be a poet
I am just too weak
you're a thief of mind
Thief of soul
Carrier of mystery
Miner of gold
Float along now
With your shoulder strung sack
You're striped stealing suit
And your pen, jet black
Write the things I'm going to say
Cause they'll choke on my tongue or hit the hay anyway
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
Ground control
to impulse control
are you in control?
What's your frequency?
Whats your vibration?
Your resonation
has resigned
from the radar
Too many astral planes crashing
Lost like a sacrifice
to the island
of isolation
My mind's a loaded weapon
Too many triggers
to finger
BANG
temptation
This is lust
for little deaths
of inspiration
This is dreams of debauchery
This is the self-prescribed
nightmare of reality
Waking up to hangovers
from a rope
in the basement
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
A reading of this poem is here: https://youtu.be/pAIgogKxcNA?list=PLBxu_QsDqWVXmIytZbwojqP6VwFcC5xeZ
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He died that night. His chin a mesh of wet, broken asphalt, blood and glistening white flesh.
What did you want?
A quirky dialogue, a dose of fiction and science,
a ******* poem
Jesus! I said it glistened, didn’t I?
Damply reflecting his solitary and meaningless life that he had built up to be something more
something wonderfully significant
This must be a pathetic assault on the indignity of the world
It’s lack of acceptance for
My total loneliness
among the pattering drops and the dosed lights
hazing and incomprehensible
forted, feigning, but there
A physical barrier that pretends to be.
That’s kind of like the guy. How convenient! Are you following?
The lights were the last thing he probably saw.
but there in the peaceful death did he gasp one last word?
A cliche. Is that better?
An improvement upon self-referring, concept refraining, phrase
like a sustaining note struck by a hammer
struck by a white key
struck by bone and flesh
a resonation resigning to a precious exit, honoring the one thing he valued?
Are we getting somewhere now? Did the alliterative foiled words help to unwrap the meaning of this poor ***** last breath?
No.
But I recall a gurgle followed by a splurch of blood and his eyes so fiercely clenched
cowardly denying the wet
moment as
he died that night
And I meant to leave the ****** apostrophe out
This is art
@Macbigicekeys
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
Audible unspoken soliloquies
wandering from room to room
Resonation in minor scale oddities
Color the gathering gloom
For I know not from whence they come
Music from my soul
These keys which I’ve always succumb
not from reluctance are they extolled.
For it is the music of the universe
that continually rewinds itself
in light years across the steely perverse
from some interstellar shelf
Rhythm from some random pulsars
in galactic syncopation
in quantum entanglement these stars
this meter by synchrotron radiation
Beamed into me and I know not why
Sometimes I can feel it
Sometime its grace makes me cry
But most of all it will permit
Me to see the purity within it
and the beauty in all things
for it is never-ending and will not quit
this music in my own cosmic strings
I thank God for this celestial download
I am a better human because of it
Am I worthy of this honor bestowed?
I will not question His wisdom forthwith
Parts of it because I am a musician
and the other parts of astronomers
these two in the synergy of fission
of notes, telescopes and binoculars
So if you visit my house and hear strange melodies
playing in the back of your minds
it’s the music of the spheres strange soliloquies
within your minds beginning to sublime.
Dave Proffitt
8/11/2016
6:03 PM
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
You know sometimes I need to re-familiarize exactly what was so present i have realized.
Correlating between these eyes.
A delicate beautiful world arises upon a soul you became to adore.
May wield caution with a heart I pour.
Her atmosphere tends to bewilder you,
Be wary of her fragile nature.
As I construct this sentence to construe.
As I trace the portraiture of her.
The subtle silence of her breaths resonates unspoken words you are face upon.
Its a tragedy of the death of such expressions that belong.
As they seem to lose there authenticity.
Admittedly i confess she may be just a mystery.
Along with the nights that transmute to day, except ill never stray.
Time lost in the conjuction ..
Just can't help to notice the foreign Construction of her essence.
As it may appear as a pleasance.
Don't get to entranced.
Cause you just may miss the chance.
As appealing as her resonation seems.
A composure to redeem as I drift upon her dream.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC
Vibrational hues eclipse
my exterior ,
reverberating upon
my senses.
Parallel bars synchronize
around me, am I a prisoner
as the resonation keeps
me within this spot.
I can feel within a perfect
storm of repetition.
Like chambers bouncing off
each other, trying to find a
synchronization.
I look at myself,
breaches spring forth,
this shell is to weak to keep me in.
Shattering forth, I'm pure volume.
The bars start to spike, As I break free.
We become harmonized,
what tried to bind is now part of my reality.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
more often than not and as cliche as it sounds, your face is one of the first things i think of when i wake up and one of the last i think about before i go to sleep. my eyes have always searched for you in a room full of people and always will my eyes drift in your direction when i know that you're anywhere in my vicinity. your laugh is my second favorite thing about you because your voice is my first. constantly do those two aspects or qualities of you resonate inside of my head day in and day out only making me want you more than i already do. i am in love with you. and as much as i hate letting those words roll off of my tongue and out of my mouth it's probably the most genuine and pure thing that i've admitted to in months. i've got to face it. i'm never going to be swept off of my feet by you, because the fact of the matter is, you don't want me. i won't ever be your first choice. there was never a day where you looked at me and thought of me as important or worthwhile investment to look into. i will never be important to you.. or even relevant. and i know this is gonna sound quite cheesy, but waves of disappoint crash on the shorelines of my chest way too hard when i think about the fact that my "person", is never in a million years going to be you. for never in a month of sundays would i have thought that i would be head over heels for someone who's lips mine has never gotten the opportunity to grace. they say that once someone starts to love them self enough, they'll stop chasing after people who don't love them. needless to say, i stopped chasing after you, it's just embarrassing because i really didn't want to.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Standard behaviour from the Russians. Obliteration by sheer numbers and force. 190,000 troops on Ukraine's border, now forging their way into the pristine land of their cousins.
Shall be interesting to see their tactics, Russians were never good at improvising, Slavishly taking their orders from the war room, those old Generals who fought long ago in Afghanistan and perhaps joined the action in the Chechen affair, both, of which, ended in ignominious withdrawal by the Soviet Union.
Putin's forces have never been encouraged to think for themselves, never encouraged to initiate. The leaders always suspicious of delegating authority. The lesser commanders will not assume responsibility. All decisions will come from the war room. This is the Russian way. Commit the cannon fodder, obliterate by sheer numbers. Stalin did it, now Putin is taking up the chalice.
Under the pretext of "Peacekeeping forces". Putin won't stop at the Dneiper river, he wants the whole country, he wants the vast wheatfields and the mineral wealth. He wants, what he regards as his entitlement, that which used to be a vassal part of the old USSR.
So far, the response from NATO has been weak. The USA, war weary from Vietnam and Afghanistan, wants no part of the action. Token sanctions and a dithering resonation from old Joe show little resolve there. Boris Johnson, who needs an injection of popularity after his Covid indiscretions, is at least broadcasting belligerence to the Russian invaders and is following up by sending advanced weaponry and advisors to an embattled Ukraine.
Broadly the world is sitting on the fence, muttering outrage and wringing the hands. Putin appears to have taken their measure well.
M.
25 Feb 2022
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 3:16 PM UTC
An agreement of sort
nowhere before we begun
the promise of new days
in the setting of the suns
an internal pledge
a chosen vessel formed
fear sticks in the spoke
the riders has been warned
separation the grand illusion
a denial of the source
along comes a low resonation
from peace and love to war
realization of meaning sparks
a bright blazing torch
illuminating higher thoughts
an agreement of sort
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Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC