The need that tames the flames of inner fire
may seed ten thousand ripples, may be more.
Desire to feed the furnace of desire
creates from dust more than there was before.
Those letters [l]inked on parchment or those which
on pixel tell~tale tra[n]ce dance in the brain
may early, late, both stimulate, enrich,
cross reference, cross reference again.
Rich pitch one hears switch spheres have ever known
they knew they knew before tuned undertone
vibrating through the Universal, sown
as echo coeval with the wind thats blown
along the way as day and night advance ~
or is it coexist in parallel ~
with worlds dreams glimpse perhaps when changeling Chance
weird timeline opens till dawn's waking bell.
What counts is ways the wave bands interlink
from infra violent through the ultra read
judgmental values fade, flushed down Life's sink,
the Pattern counts, how waft and web are spread
within the flow itself should make one think
there is no past, no present, no ahead,
as Time can rhyme the span, at Man must wink ~
as [s]he's from Judge to Judgement, spinning, led.
The air we breathe with life must seethe and how
that interacts to marshal facts is strange,
coincidence may shape both "here and now"
and still instill, fulfill, more scope, more range
without the trammels and the platitudes
which most repeat ~ both low and high ~ as each
delays, downplays unusual attitudes,
won’t glow in flow with currents out of reach.
This flow is pattern icing on the cake
the poet bakes it takes the time to write,
which whirls around, spurns sight and sound to rake
no line dividing time, space, day or night.
Thus time itself appears conveyor belt
on belt "die Welt" drives on at different speeds,
some contradictory, some helter-skelt
to feed the need to feed the need to seed
an echo which upon an unknown date
in turn may stimulate discovery
of what once known ~ unlocking open gate
calling upon the inner eye to see...
the need that tames the flames of inner fire
to seed ten thousand ripples, may be more,
desire to feed the furnace of desire
from doom creating more than bloomed before.
Author notes
Written April 16th, 2005
Picture : J R R Tolkien Lord of the Rings
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I can't seem to stop reading this, it's haute cuisine for the brain! I sense a little tongue-in-cheek in places so I can't help but hope you wont be offended if I admit I'm thinking "42".
"Those letters [l]inked on parchment or those which
on pixel tell~tale tra[n]ce dance in the brain
may early, late, both stimulate, enrich,
cross reference, cross reference again."
I love the way you've written that! The first time I read it it made me smile, the second time it made me think, and the third time it had me nodding my head in agreement.
Reading this poem has been like playing an endless game of pass-the-parcel but with a prize under every layer, though I'm still not certain what's hiding beneath that final wrapper.
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Well, this is certainly an interesting write. And I did enjoy the flow and the directions you did go. I just, for purposes of this contest, did not feel the want. While I'm certain it is there I could not quite grab hold of it. I did feel that your last verse came close to what I was after.
Thank you so much for sharing this piece.
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Lengthy, but well written. I like the background you chose as well, believe it or not, that does factor into my scoring, so does the title, in this case another plus for you.
You used some assonance in this piece, and that really impressed me. Other than the length, a few filler articles, and some wordiness, this is really well penned, and I liked it alot!
I am asking that everyone in the contest send me a message or respond to my comment telling my why they chose the particular poem they entered, for my contest. Only contestants that do this will be eligible for winning when it comes time for judging.
Thanks for entering,
Shirley
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Outstanding
This is lyrical and I loved the rich texture of imagery and the way you brought the themes together in the poem in the final stanza. The rhyme is smooth and I thought this flowed very well. An intellectual poem that stretches conciousness. Best of luck in the contest.
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G'Day Jonathan ROBIN
Such a strong write that is filled to the brim with depth and imagery that just makes me stop
... and think.
I love this
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Thank you for your entry
Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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Wonderful piece, i really enjoyed reading this. The description and word choice is amazing and I found myself being lost in the poem. Very thought provoking and a great poem to explain the relationship between writer and reader.
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I love the thoughts you serve me
A rich mixture of science and life. Do they go hand-in-hand as easy as that, or are the pieces falling in like Tetris? Life designed? Or is it so random that coincidence is likely? Oh the bitter-sweet thoughts that question our very existence! I can spend all night dwelling on these subjects. To be or not to be... You truely reflect a Shakespearian talent here. All in your own voice and essence. Excellent.
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good write
this is a very interesting piece and very well written
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A thought provoking piece,good usage of grammer and philosophy that the reader is in tune with,time is a perception as is judgement and each poem posted is an interaction between author and reader at the moment of time that the piece is actually read the author his/her thoughts are catapaulted into the mind's eye and ruminated upon,what the reader takes from a piece says as much about the reader as it does about the author and the poetry.End of rambling
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A state of active conscious love in expansion, holding all that was, is, and will be simultaneously, transcending time and space, and electrical energy...poetry, because the music of the spheres is formulated in Mind, without beginning, end. There is no new thing under the "sun," nor old thing, either. What we think we know of mortality is to "limit the IS. Don't." (Richard Bach). We turn in and we turn out...still face to face. The choice? Focus. Seeing what we already know.
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Truths Well Spun
Wonderfully creative and echoing beliefs of my own.
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"an echo which upon an unknown date in turn may stimulate discovery of what once known ~ remaining open gate calling upon the inner eye to see..." Sighhh...An immaculate penning, Jonathan...& how very flattering that you wrote this as a response to a piece of mine...I much prefer your version of things, Scribe...Sorry it took me awhile to get here; I've been gone for the past 5 days...Just got home a little earlier tonight...It's now after 2 am & I must arise early...Hope all is well in your world, my Friend... Wanda
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Thoughtful
I love the themes here; patterns, desire, flow, and (synchronicity? perhaps). Poetry that makes one have to think and needs to be digested over time, rather than just being read once. J. -
Will return to this at a more convenient ( or less hectic ) time . There is definitely some depth to it that I just skimmed over for the time being..........I will bookmark it and take my time to read with comprehension , for it is obvious that it says a multitude of things and poses many questions to be pondered upon and wondered about .....
Reenie
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