"synchronously" poems
and there i am in the midst of it all, conscious of what appears to be existent, yet knowing it is illusory. and if time is occurring synchronously then how can i look back with contrition? for if i have the capacity to move backwards and forwards in quantum leaps, i can erase the past like pastel chalk on an antique blackboard, then start anew. is not the sky my canvas and the arc of the rainbow my palette? and the stars in lustrous luminosity light my way so that ev’n at dusk I can paint. yet pain ne’er ceases to hollow me out. then through a barren vessel i catch more rain, and pour it out upon the parched terrain. just when i thought enlightenment was nigh, a sharp edge is discovered. must it necessitate additional sandpapering from the wind? when will the gemstone sparkle without further pressure? does it lie in its power to simply shimmer sans duress? perhaps it was dazzling at its inception, relinquishing its luster upon domestication. with this proviso, as it nears twilight i shall tarry and blend with the night. i’ll dance with a moonbeam knowing the jewel will glisten afresh upon the rise of the golden sun.
@2016janetaylor
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
The curves
of our bodies,
intricately designed,
Echo the same thoughts,
synchronously aligned.
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 11:30 PM UTC
Your body
Is my pilgrimage
Of worship
A place
Where my hands reach to
Offer absolutions
I use my silvery tongue
To get you around the bend
And tell you that your flesh
Blesses mine, with a stain
That’s more than just skin deep
So I press my heart against yours
Waiting for the two drums
To beat as one
I press my mouth against yours
And eat the words
That died upon your lips
My mouth traces
Every inch of your skin and bones
Until my hunger is satiated
A sliver of the midnight moon
Bathes us while we
Tangle ourselves deeper into one another
Every heavy breath, a sonnet
Every bite, an ode
Every moan, those three tired words
The air is heavy
With the scent of old perfume
While our two bodies talk
The burden on my hands, absolves
The stars in the sky, dissolves
And the argument our bodies have, resolves
As we bloom synchronously
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
I wanted to cry and be a man synchronously.
She takes me heart
Smashes it into b.i.t.s
I wanted to laugh and throw tantrums simultaneously
She hands it back with a grin
Ugly art stitches cover my heart.
True love is not for the faint hearted
There, are me fugly stitches in her heart
The force is with us.
So are cookies at the darkside.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
It’s been said that infatuation makes for a fast spiral down to
sightlessness. But do you say the blind cannot see? I bear no
mind to mere optics for I need not the sense to possess the
sight. I have your radiance with me, branded to the backs of my
lids for I cannot help but have you always until the next time
I look upon you. With a clutch of my hand you have me at
your will. You present this present with your presence and I
shall honor this with my eyes, never to shield whilst I have
you before me. Consumed I become as you lay me down
beneath the leaves. Take all you will from me for I shall
remain exposed to your desires.
My gaze wandered up and found the leaves on fire. There
was no smoke; there was no fear for we had been the fire
all along. The flames of yours and mine together had
consumed the air of our yesterdays, leaving nothing to look
back on and ceasing the urge to look forward; we were here,
existent, ready to ignite once more. This surge required
naught save for the breaths of yours and mine to chance;
your breath compelling this sealed backdraft longing for
indulgence, growing wild with every touch, every scent,
every taste of your delicate tongue as it wrapped in mine.
The embers knew nothing of destruction but rather renewal
of that which I had longed for.
I once believed it foolish to feel the same with another
synchronously. A belief I now find fault in for just as the
two flames who dance incoherently; once they touch they
become unified in their brilliant engagement, creating a
distinct cohesion that most will undoubtedly remain unaware
to. It is that moment, that paradise we search for. A sensation
that last a moment but for those without sight, a single
moment becomes the ultimate reality of eternity; a single slice
in our whole of existence which we stay hungry for. So look
no further for I am close at hand. We have already set this
world ablaze and altered the realm of our tomorrows. It is now,
in this very moment where we shall get a taste of eternity and
there will never be anyone more adequate to share this paradise
with other than that who makes me sightless.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
You have walked down the path of soul-searching for far too long my dear woman
You have thereupon tasted sin in that of poisonous water
And in that of the flesh of men
And in that of the flesh of women
And in that of tears of whom gave birth to you
And in that of disappointment you have caused to the only man you have so much loved
Now my dear,
Tell me
What is it that you found?
~
I have not find
But I have only learned
That it is about time I get to know You
~
I have known you since you were sleeping
Silently and unagitated to what there is to life
And that was when you were in the womb of your mother
Its warmth enveloped your paper-thin skin
And her heart was beating synchronously to yours
And both of your soul and body coexisted
When you left the comfort of the greatest
And the warmest thing of motherhood
You came into the world crying
Your skin red
Your lips the contrasting colour
White as the cleanest sheet
You now existed at and on your own body
Small—but bold and vulnerable
Like that of the most expensive glass
You cried
Because you are on your own
When you grow
I have known you even better
Closer but farther
So dear and so true
I am not watching you
I am rooting for you
~
I have sinned but I have learned
I have cried and I have hurt
I have taught and be taught
I have lost only to be found
The second I kneeled
Upon the heat of the thick but delicate sheet
I have remembered
That none of the things in this existing life
Belongs to me
But are rather
given to me
I have been missing You for far too long.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
A sudden surge tears through the underbrush
A tumbling tackle of growling fur
A cornered coyote attacked by my two dogs
I stand and watch
Like it's some nature show
More horrible in real life
Strange how long it takes
A good twenty minutes
They must edit those shows
He is wounded, wants only to escape
My dogs refuse, synchronously circle
One hundred and eighty degrees apart
He knows nothing of degrees
He cannot watch them both
So always, one unseen
Dives in to wound him more
Unlike him, I can -
Watch the whole show
From a safe distance
I do
Twenty minutes is an eternity
Death does not come easy
There are breaks
Like rounds in a prize fight
A minute or two for everyone to rest
He lies there in the middle
My dogs nearby
Everyone relaxed and panting
Like friends on a hot afternoon
Perhaps they’ll let him go
He tries but, no.
They continue the carnage
He inflicts a few wounds of his own
But the outcome is now becoming clear
Knowing this, he whines and begs
Like a pup crying for his mother
My dogs do not care
I keep watching
Finally it’s over
He lies there, mouth wide open
Showing his beautiful white teeth
Eyes wide open, showing what I have no wish to see again
His life flashing before his eyes
And mine
The whole time, I just stood there
Did nothing to assist the ****
or stop the violence
Remained on the safe sidelines
A ****** of violence
Only when it's safe do I approach
I take his picture
What was it the aborigines said?
“No pictures -
Your pictures steal our soul”
But I insist
I take the pictures
I steal the souls
His and mine
Cliff Perkins
September 13, 2016
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Us/you/I swaying on the spiralling
star-smudged staircase
that leads to the evanescent
crescendo of the sun.
Synchronously//Contemporaneously,
the moon subsisting in her shadow,
spills ashen white light ray
andlimn her initials,
across the somber sky.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Thy and mine Offspring
The time stood still and that love got in-
like sand stroking along our entire body synchronously to evenly skim.
Skin errections determined-
mine and thy presence -
neglecting cold lessons-
to the offspring slightly preserved as thin.
From my lips to thy forehead-
and thy to mine -
in between anchored is the Offspring like a melody line.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
At that moment, they all synchronously met their unfortunate match.
Peering into the empty cup that had seemingly remained bottomless for years now,
A swarthy darkness is quick to envelop them.
Pay no attention to this profound loss.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
Within our souls we discovered,
Each other,
In the fever of such an occasion,
As our fervor blazes on,
As our tongues pummel to excavate,
Unearthing the burrow of our feelings,
To touch and hold,
As the invisible boundaries between us,
Are no more?
Enthralling me with sudden desperation,
Squeezing each other just enough to,
Lethargic our eupnea,
As we are subdued by incalescence,
Of ecstasy,
As expectations of red hot feeling arise,
At this juncture our souls slip away,
Into an eclipse asphyxiated into,
Another dimension,
Distending every fiber of our beings,
Into a captivating moment of pleasure,
With a passion so strong it is scorching,
Once more the flame grows,
Just then Passion overbears us,
As we tremble in a moment lips clinging
Arms steadfastly hugs persist,
As our souls depart in euphoric elation,
Prolonged for that last moment of,
Ardor passing what seems to be our,
Lifeless bodies,
As it synchronously constraints us,
The fiery searing subsides,
We feel this need ever stronger,
To pursue our SWELTERING LOVE,
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
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I wonder still, if you'd enjoy milked tea,
well, i'd let you....while i sip my coffee
let's gaze eye to eye and let things be.
spaces and times are not always comfy.
let's maximize, talk as we walk leisurely,
in spacious perimeters of the mind...saying
"us," and "we," first times, unconsciously,
a sight to behold, we surely could be
let's allow our feelings to unfold, shall we?
maybe, as we dine,
maybe, over wine.
by a shady banyan tree, we could stroll,
or bury our feet in the cool sandy shore
eyes and hearts are nourished lavishly
our souls, enriched generously,
as we devour the sky's infinity
we go back, refill our cups...would yours be tea
again? mine, this time, would be rummed coffee.
I soar, when our thoughts travel synchronously
sometimes, though, we're like a broken poetry
some parts of life simply cannot be changed
and i, definitely, refuse to break a chain.
and i start asking questions unceasingly,
which later, turn to crumpled poetry...
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sally b
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 20, 2021
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
The curves
of our bodies,
intricately designed,
like whispered prayers
folded into flesh,
etched by hands that knew
we would meet.
Echo the same thoughts,
synchronously aligned,
your breath,
a hymn against my skin,
your touch,
a scripture I long to read.
Fate stitched us together
in silent knowing,
yet here we stand—
near, but never near enough.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 8:16 AM UTC
Ignite, spark, ablaze
Ignite, spark, ablaze
Ignite, spark, ablaze
Ignite the glowing ember from the spaces between my ribcage,
Burn the butterflies and set me on fire
Spark the curiosity you kindled in my brain,
As it is encompassed by the thought train
Carrying a cargo of irrevocable desire
Ablaze is my heart beating rhythmically,
Synchronously each time your name comes into mind
I have always been told not to play with fire
But I left that advice behind
When I learned that it shed light and a new beginning,
Opened the doors of opportunity;
Gave warmth and safety,
Maybe, it would be easy
If fire did not ***** the tips of your fingers when you come too close;
If fire did not leave marks on your skin,
But… my patience is wearing thin
And I don’t think I can stop you –
I don’t think I want you to
So I let you engulf me in your fire once more
Until I fade into the ashes you will always ignore
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
We drift within vanished memories, our obscured
individuality.
Each experience —
a hollow fragment of oneself we can't hold.
Our hands though clasped,
can never tangle into one.
No storm could shatter the walls each long hold.
Our souls orbit in polyphony,
never quite colliding.
Intimacy pirouettes at the extremity of an abyss–
silently.
A fissure runs between two hearts
beating synchronously,
yet searching solitude.
Our hearts–
a silent sea where longing wanders away.
I trace the marks on your face,
quietly, deeply.
Hoping a map could lead to the depths,
of your soul.
But I am trapped in shadows of uncertainty,
where words flounder
and secrets lie.
We lean towards one another,
yet inwardness no matter how close–
guarantees a distance.
Perhaps we aren't lovers but actors playing.
Here I am lying –
in the void of emptiness,
refusing to accept that distance kills intimacy.
In my mind,
remains fragments of our memories.
Maybe we never truly found love–
only lost in each other's embrace.
@noirwhisky
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC
Nightfall paradise
Movies and photographs
Oh, dear with those classic lines
You gave me roses and wines
So, breathe in as I puff out
While yours beats synchronously with my heart
Cigars and coffee
Taste of confusion and fantasy
We are troubled souls
We are ill-timed soulmates
Still, I believe, we are meant to be
Not now, but in another lifetime maybe
Perhaps it would take a hundred years,
A thousand-single day of longing,
A lifetime of waiting,
To finally find our way to each other.
But I swear it wouldn't matter.
So, will you wait?
Will you search for me till then?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
one talks, one listens
never both, concurrently
perhaps share one distance
and frequency synchronously
one apologises, one forgives
for one makes mistakes and
amidst understanding, lives
as love shall forever stand
two learn, two grow
reason, never row
and you and I show
how far one could go
– billiondays
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC