Best Revolving Poems
Written by Gail DeBole
Zelma Zotz's new year's contribution
Is to think of a definite solution
To avoid making a plan
(which she really can't stand)
For yet another new year's resolution!
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Gail's Note: You can find some historical information about the history of the new year's resolution at http://www.examiner.com/article/history-of-new-year-s-resolutions.
Categories:
revolving, funny, holiday, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
beauty contest proceeds
less fortunate girls round and round
until chosen
Categories:
revolving, food
Form:
Senryu
A peaceful day, people smiling, children frolicking.
Sun was shining, birds were singing,
I remember, I was out walking.
Then my phone started ringing.
Today the world seemed to stop revolving.
A friend was calling
A long pause was what I was hearing
My mind starts racing, as a shakey voice starts speaking.
Suddenly and without warning, bad news is unfolding
Today the world seemed to stop revolving
I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing
A friends life might be failing
Now I feel the tears a welling
As an awful feeling starts emerging
Some one I love who's life is balancing.
Today the world seemed to stop revolving
I rush to be by my friends side wishing, hoping for a miracle to be happening.
See him lying not a muscle moving
Wires trailing, pipes helping with his breathing.
Feeling helpless, what could I be doing
Today the world seemed to stop revolving
I whisper to him, now's not the time for you to be leaving.
There's too much love to still be giving and receiving.
I sit with my friend and keep believing.
He'll soon come back, I have a strong feeling.
Today the world seemed to stop revolving
Wanting to believe this isn't happening
Hanging on to all my reasoning,
Talking to friends and reminiscing
Doctors speaking, we're intently listening.
Just wanting a sign that he's improving.
Today the world seemed to stop revolving
Then the day came, he starts moving
We watch him carefully as his eyes start flickering.
The machines are off and now he's breathing.
What a wonderful spectacle we are seeing
Today the world seemed to stop revolving
Now you're home and we can see you're healing
A new chance at life, a new begining
Now you're back with us it's time for loving and living.
Today the world once again seemed to start revolving.
Date 2018
Categories:
revolving, deep, devotion, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
I am upside down
Going around and around
It is the hard ground
Categories:
revolving, crazy,
Form:
Haiku
I vomit sheets of bile
from a pit of transgression
lazy in splendor
behind glassy pages
laminated by decadence
while craving any space
away from the hero-machine
and the fashion of scant
that lofts opinion
into the stratosphere
to lope with the garbage
circling the globe.
Spent cycles of promotion
line the pen I sequester myself
within until every whim dangles
disposable in function,
another reminder of the
transparency of flesh
strutting so confident
the eye strains to find
marvels of creation divine
tangled in the dynamic
code of existence.
Only in the negative
wisp of velveteen darkness
does a whisper of pattern
beyond word or image
reveal more than superficial
slogans calling the pure
towards the galleon assembled
without the vantage of dream
to bombard all genius towards
self-desecrated loathing
for the senselessness
of this naked plight.
Is it any wonder
I can't relate to you
when buried behind
such garbage?
Categories:
revolving, confusion
Form:
Free verse
she was raised by a psycho father,
and a co-dependant mother
a revolving door on her house
to accommodate all her mothers'
lovers'
her mother partied large
invited all the street strays
it was here, the little girl knew,
she wasn't straight
...rather different, beautifully gay,
these childhood memories can make
or break impressionable minds-
true love discovered, the spirit uncovered,
the adult in the little girl realised,
this child grew up wise-
she knew instinctively-
"...that having legs like margarine
was not the thing to be"...
to the child, sex was filthy, especially
with strange men...
so she set out to discover a love devine
and found it in a beautiful woman...
the child, forgave her mother,
the emotional damage that she caused,
the daughter vowed and declared
to not repeat,
her mothers' habits not to use,
the revolving door-
to know her mind-she left behind
all premeditated desire,
the little girl recalls the day
she stood outside hells gate,
if needed she'd use the fire exit-
this decision made in an instant
eliminating fate...
Categories:
revolving, passion, girl, girl, love,
Form:
Lyric
Life's rollercoaster
Sometimes cruel sometimes kind
Centrifugal force
Categories:
revolving, life, sometimes,
Form:
Haiku
Is tomorrow the same as yesterday,
Is yesterday going to be the same as tomorrow?
If you question the days as numbers on a revolving Calendar,
Will you be able to let your heart sing?
I would never tell you to live for the day,
But what good will it do to count the days until something meaningful happens?
Will you feel the same as yesterday?
Will tomorrow be a better day?
Those questions are for someone who counts the days,
I for one won't count the days but I will look at other ways,
I will look as the sun goes down and the colors in the sky change,
I will watch the leaves fall to the ground and decompose into the ground,
I will watch the people smile and talk and go on their way,
And by chance if something comes my way,
I will smile and fall with it to smile all day.
Categories:
revolving, life,
Form:
Free verse
You can not force music and our souls apart.
The two form a permanent band allowing the music
to enter your body, and your body to hold the music.
Your appetite for peace, joy and dreams steadily grows.
You become one.
Your spirit
Your body
The music.
(For Dr. Rham Meta's Music and Meditation, By Kristen Bruni)
Categories:
revolving, musicmusic, music,
Form:
If fate is a wheel, we are the cogs that drive it. We have no choice but to believe
that this wheel is flawless and forge on ahead. The power of the individual cogs
and their destinations and the blade that is brought down upon them. People
seek power to change their fate. What I seek is a turn of fate. Revolving and each
time it's touched by the light of the sun and the moon. The world is always
changing into something new. If fate is a wheel than we are the sand that is
crushed between the cogs, we are helpless. All we want is power, even if we
can't protect others by extending our hands we desire a blade for those hands to
grasp. The power to crush one's fate must look like a blade swinging down.
Categories:
revolving, life, on writing and
Form:
Each day begins
doing my best
to remember,
to rediscover,
my life as sacred gift,
paid forward by more graceful than clumsy Elders past
of all surviving Creation.
Blessed
and thereby a blessing.
Grace
contingent upon growing gratitude
for life as EgoNurturing gift.
From this gratitude space,
this threshold of rediscovering Ego's grace-filling roots,
I can emerge
into All Lives Are Gifts,
all Earth as Grace.
But, if I cannot feel and cherish
myself as part of this cooperatively-held gift,
if I live in an environment
that more clearly reflects myself to me
as a merely bought and paid for consumer
of others' goods and bads,
a marketable or sadly unmarketable commodity
in society's capital-invested
Win-Lose monoculturing games,
then this larger Earth as Sacred EcoLogical Gift
is accessible
only as LeftBrain Gaian Hypothesis.
Longing for Right with Left poetic freedom faith
not confined by narrative prisons of deductive
reductive
seductive ego-gentric minds
bereft of ecotherapeutic restorative vocations,
nurturing resonant love
of all healthy animated minds.
Minds of and for Win-Win nature optimization,
each and every divinely created ego/eco-centric individual
and diverse AnimaMundi species,
interdependent NetZero 4D fractal
Gaian Historic Seasoned Gifts.
Each life,
each day with night begins
doing our best
to remember,
to rediscover,
lives reweaving sacred grace-full gifts.
Categories:
revolving, caregiving, health, integrity, love,
Form:
Political Verse
Revolving door our existence, leading from life to death and back to life-no interruptions!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
22 November 2016
Categories:
revolving, change, death, life,
Form:
Monoku
Good deeds are less frequent today, which makes living difficult for all
Constant struggles and deadlines are battles men and creatures face
Pandora’s Box lies broken still as ills and vices escalate
Long ago, wise men set upon hearts this old familiar quote
‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’
No longer is it taught in schools and not in quite enough homes
It has been replaced by yet another: ‘Be the first no matter the cost’
And anything less than the best brings little or no acclaim!
However, that’s another song to be sung on another day.
I do not claim perfection, as like you, sometimes I am negligent
Yet we would all do better to make our world a better place
Little bits of kindess for a neighbor, l help clearing warlways after a storm
In times of trouble, we say, 'Is there something I can do?'
When we could be there and offer help along the way
Good deeds are seeds planted by people called” Salt of the Earth”
They sow and reap, constantly from one generation to the next
The firefighters, good policemen, most teachers and nurses too
And countless strangers, who hold doors open for another coming through
Even poets, who out of kindness, alerts another to an error made
We don’t have to wait for Christmas; we can give throughout the year
So many little things to do can pass along some light and love
Good deeds never flat line. They remain revolving doors!
~*~
Categories:
revolving, introspection, life, people, socialmen,
Form:
Free verse
Fake smiles, hard feelings,
anger erupts, starts fighting,
same scenes, revolving.
Categories:
revolving, anger, break up,
Form:
Haiku
In the chests,
in the drawers of antique furniture,
treasures are always discovered,
sentimental treasures...
Ancient smiles and clothes
unfashionable in photos
of our grandparents...
Children smiles
of our parents...
homesickness or nostalgia
of never lived by us... !
Categories:
revolving, allegory, allusion, appreciation, metaphor,
Form:
Light Verse