Best Circular Poems
My culture has been taken away,
I am a result of the government;
my hair dark and long
sometimes I wear it in braids,
I am of an era brought up white.
My life happy and I have been loved,
though, I always knew that I was different
and have a wildness inside of me
that could never be tamed.
(I yearned for something unseen;
in dreams I ride a wild horse
and live in a forest- green.)
In time I was told:
that I was Ojibwe
so I went in search of my roots,
the reason for my vivid dreams.
I recall my first visit to an Ojibwe Culture Center,
where I felt, this is where I belong, with
my people.
I listened to the teachings of the elders
their stories, songs, and the beating drums,
I heard the lessons on morals, values and spirit.
The stepping stones one must follow,
The 7 Grandfather teachings;
the wolf, the raven, the buffalo, the bear,
the beaver, the turtle, and the eagle
and that everything in life is circular, and
the heart is the center;
and after all this I embraced the eagle.
(The eagle flies the highest and is
closest to the creator and sees all
from a great distance, the eagle
is the core to all teachings. The
eagle is love.)
One day, I climbed a high cliff
I stood tall in my doe skin dress,
and my black braids blew in the wind
in my mind drums beat a rhythmic pounding
and the elders sang.
Soon an eagle was hovering above in the azure
and down drifted an eagle feather
into my hands.
This is considered the highest honor
the most sacred gift,
I placed it in my hair- and now I have found
my place in the circle of life and who I am
meant to be.
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February 10, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Everything In Life Is Circular
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 874-147-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Native American Lore Contest
sponsor, Frank Herrera
Third Place
How is it that you know it?
A spark, a flash, a sudden thought,
Is it that you know how?
In the silence, wisdom links ought.
Know you how it is that?
You know it is that how?
That is how you knew it!
When was it that you knew it?
A moment caught in time's swift motion,
Was it that you knew when?
Beneath the moon's pale watchful ocean.
It was that you knew when?
You knew it was that when?
That was when you knew it!
Where was it when you learned it?
In spaces where the wild winds swirl,
When was it you learned where?
Amidst the fields where knowledge gnarl.
It was when you learned where?
Was it when you learned where?
You learned it when was where!
Why is it that you learned what?
For reasons that the heart may beat,
What is it that you learned why?
Where streams of deep reflection create.
Is it why you learned what?
Learned what is it why you?
You learned why it is what!
Who wrote it and why it was that?
A scribe whose pen does gently row,
Wrote it who and why was that?
Across the sea of thought they scroll.
Why it was that and who wrote it?
It who wrote and why was that?
It was who that wrote it and why?
And why was it that who wrote it!
But in the end, does knowing change the fact?
Spheroid Rainbows.
Delicate,"Do not Touch"
Floating through emissions,
Of dirt and car exhaust.
A bubble family on an outing.
Performing acrobatics,
In the summer air.
Form:
It takes forever to live,
and I can’t concentrate,
For the space that I travel in
makes me feel disgusting.
The way that I drift
on this deflated plate of fate,
Might be worth tasting
if my memories weren’t rusting.
You see,
I'm failing in love,
with nose diving values,
Designed to explode
on contact with lies.
They couldn’t believe it was me in the jury room
They decided to hang me from the stars in my eyes.
There is a catalog of assorted train wrecks to choose from
in the in-between—
on the outer-scope.
I used to hope,
Now I just die when I’m supposed to cope.
You have your Jesus,
I have my alibi.
As order brings order.
In the vast beauty and diversity
of the reaches of the cosmos
impresses upon us all
the shear minute dust we are
in any comparison
The simplicity of laws
that govern it's most basic
and complex movements
Birth , Life , Death
some would distain this as "circular"
as the patterns in creation are
for all things existing within its confines
the birth , life , death of stars , galaxies
entropy and the recirculation of those elements
into new structures encased
in the womb for new material
apply equally to the diversity of structures
cycling on the little blue marble
seed sprout bush tree seed
seed sprout plant flower seed
seed baby child adult seed
same down onthe cellular level
same down tothe atomic level
and its clock
in a state of perfectly circular self propagation
For those who foolishly accuse us of being
CIRCULAR
Let me explain a simple something
how we measure time in the cosmos
is based on a circular orbital movement of planets
and stars
and as for thinking
are questions seeking answers which just
lead to more questions
and that's the beauty of it
simplicity defines even the most
complex systems that function
right down to the circuit boards for computers
and technology
Mama seals it with Kiss
Keep it simple stupid
anyone who doesn't know
a clock embedded in the universe
has not recognized his own
Ecc 8:17
9:5-10
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
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Endless life, extreme little time though!
At these days
Breaking down comes at the belief of the after death!
After doing this, that & all; it is meant
Haven’t found me myself!
My dream, my veiling,
My past, present, this notebook of the poems...
All are faded one day in the womb of the time;
And, I myself too!
I’ve got the birth in a sudden though!
And, the Death! Not tamable! Nothing is to be done for it...!
How you cry saying Love, Love & Love so much...
What does belong there for your wants & getting?
The life that wants to get everyday, will be been for short days,
The life that wants to give tomorrow, will be been for thousand years.
A little some tiresome...
Is running behind as the Arab horse,
I’ve been running at the circumlocution of the history.
In this wheel of mine, I’m a circular man.
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May 7, 2014
Form:
Revolve
Orbit
Turn
Around
Twist
Evert
© Copyright KC.Leake
21st April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Endless life, extreme little time though!
At these days-
Breaking down comes at the belief of the after death!
After doing this, that & all; it is meant-
Haven’t found me myself!
My dream, my veiling,
My past, present, this notebook of the poems...
All are faded one day in the womb of the time;
And, I myself too!
I’ve got the birth in a sudden though!
And, the Death! Untamable! Nothing is to be done for it...!
How you cry saying Love, Love & Love so much...
What does belong there for your wants & getting?
The life that wants to get everyday, will be been for short days,
The life that wants to give tomorrow, will be been for thousand years.
A little some tiresome...
Is running behind as the Arab horse,
I’ve been running at the circumambulation of the history.
In this wheel of mine, I’m a circular man.
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March 10, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka-1207
Bangladesh
Form:
One savior down.
A king to end all kings.
He's a healer but he can't fix us all.
So invent a disease.
This king brought to his knees.
He's our savior but he can't save us all.
We're all inherently sick.
We're made to feel worthless.
There's only one neat little trick.
We must open wide and worship.
I won't go down that road.
We're all superior.
Sometimes we get complacent.
Sometimes we feel inferior.
The first born king.
His throne is vacant.
The bells all ring.
We're not going to take it.
He'll step down and come back three days later.
That's what we call a miracle.
It's too bad none of it really happened.
You bet we can make it spherical.
It's true because our book says it's true. It's true because our book says it's true.
It's true because our book says it's true....
Life is like a wheel-circular. Take your time and learn.
Time:day to night;
Seasons: autumn, summer, fall and winter;
sleeping to waking up;
working to resting;
living things to decomposition;
sowing to reaping;
buying and selling;
selling and buying;
unlearnind bad habits to learning good habits;
Making mistakes to rectifying mistakes;
giving and taking; loving and being loved;
circular that i despise and trying to avoid- argument with a fool.
life is like a wheel-circular. Take your time and learn.
Nothing takes shape quite like a mushroom
Grown wild, formulaic with intricacies, cold
Curved in circularity, in old dark basements
In clarity it parts ways from other forms
Lines up with imagined aliens
Straight and narrow who bend reality
Around parameters reasonably light
A curvature that goes around dancing
Alone in the dark, a party of its own
One might imagine it with no clothes on
Created on 11/23/16 for - 241 any form, any topic max of 10 lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by- Brian Strand
Running to hide
Hiding to run
My life is a circle
When will this rotation be undone
Everything I do
Its the same song and dance
A sheep in wolf's clothing
Yes a wolf at first glance
I can't help I am addicted to thrills
No words to describe how it feels
Honing my skills
Turning my heart to steel
Making my case to fight the devil
Stone versus stone
Fallen Angel versus Fallen soul
The thrill to shake the bone
Love made me
Then love destroyed me
Stuck with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Vengeance is what I choose
Standing alone
Forgetting everything I've ever known
I can break this rotation
But it has to be now or never
All because I loved her
And she left me for dead
Destroying my heart
And messed up my head
Circular life
I am back to the night
I am back to fight
Bleeding, living, dying
Hurting, loving, crying
Emotional distortion
Such a tumultuous portion
Humans in transition
On display, on a mission
Failure, success
One may only guess
Overall it’s underneath
After all it’s all belief
Stuck in motion
Inevitable devotion
Despite what some may feel
We all whirl around the wheel
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
Form:
in{-ane, -sipid, -gestible, -digestible, -satiable}
just kidding!
not !!
not, not.
who dere?
aw, go {expletive never inserted} myself.
{oh joy, almond joy, enjoy, killjoy}
go back to the start where i am
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