Flowing Vibration Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Flowing Vibration



Ohmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohmmmmmmmmmmm

eeShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
eeShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
eeShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

EeShaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
EeShaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
EeShaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ayShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ayShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ayShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmm


Light, Luz, lumiere, Ohr.
Man, hombre, homme, Ish.
God, Dios, dieu, Ya.
Woman, Mujer, famme, Isha.
God, Dios, dieu, Ya.
Fire, fuego, feu, Aysh.
Light, luz, lumiere, Ohr.

Karen Carpenter, John Lennon, Giacomo Puccini. They are light.

Antonio Vivaldi, Luciano Pavarotti. Jerry Garcia. They flow.

You and I. We coexist.
A spondaic libation of centrifugal force emanating of conjugal polarity,
Rhythmic at conception unifying sedentary discords.

You and I. We contend.
To breath the same air.
Orifices protrude from our tuberous soles,
Grasping the ventilated ground.

You and I. We ensure.
Integrity above dominion.
A creative spark that harvests love,
A narrow conjuncture of thoughts.

All that remains is an Augur,
an intercessor of divinity.
Foretelling Kilroy's voyage,
As he billows cross the raging sea.

A protective talisman,
Enduring a posthumous outcry,
Fused at Fore River shipyard,
birthed from the sky.

Honeysuckle hull forward,
A mast for a beacon,
Calls the fire flies home,
To fuel the lanterns of love.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: duality,flow,god,hope,love,yoga
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Abraham was blessed To be fruitful as fish of the sea, that his seed would procreate like grains of sand. A gift in dynamics. A manifestation of countless.
It is 3: 00am in the morning. Today I stood in static darkness, decided to feel sorry for myself and chose masochism in a polar cell. Forgetting that I am made of gods image and consecrated myself to limited thought. I moved into the flowing light. Identified myself as a rippling beam vibrating from the godly womb beyond the earthly tomb. Accepting that the breakdown of fiscal duality is the road to pure light.
And so I dedicate this poem to Jessica during this creative process with the hope that permeability flows and the ego hibernates for another season. Written August 26,2015.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 12 May 2019

Honeysuckle hull forward, A mast for a beacon, Calls the fire flies home, To fuel the lanterns of love. magnificent. a very special poem. very original presentation. love your poems. tony

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Kelly Kurt 26 August 2015

A very unique and enjoyable poem to read, Elliott

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