Centripetal Poems | Examples

Lose Antennae

Lose antennae?  I’m a beetle!
Not one bug in Aleghenny
(at least, none you’ll ever meet’ll)
lose antennae.

Luck with chicks? I won’t have any!
Directionless, centripetal,
wireless wimps are ten a penny!

What now? Curl up? Adopt the foetal
position? Move to Kilkenny?
No proud pest in any street’ll
lose antennae.

The Sure Fire

Somethings You never know
Sometimes you have nothing to show
Tears in those eyes
Comfort city on the brink of misery
Killing fields the dreams of you and me
Desert sunshine warning you how things are going to be
Give in to glory my little can of spam
Leaving a ledger of love upon a tree
generation far away from where we begun 
I can't tell you how to how to live 
I can't tell you who to love
Killing a life of horror.
Killing a life of monkey's hope
Tied to a chair 
breathing liquid air
How do you see this world
Not explored nor swayed by cruel intention
Tears in your eyes
Killing field
horrors camo to the endless nightmare
sitting next to medusa
with her snakie weaving golden hair
Dial a dream 
Fall into the pit where emptiness frees loneliness
Centripetal force  a hurricane inside my brain
Sarah's so desperate to remember your name
The world wind of street camels haste
At arms instinct taught war
Left the saving for ideals never born
To recall what you hate the most
Inside a dream inside a smokey gleam
of hope

Coconuts

Hand on thy hand, no walking distance
Under the yellow sun wandering glance
Silence of pebbles with the striding sea
Snail pace towards the soaked shore tree

The thirst grips the tongue of our mute love
Shadow of the coconut tree greets the dove
The rhythm of the streaming water notes hum
Swinging green coconuts clip the poetic balm
 
Flying Swallow gazes at the black cloud for slaking
Albatross shows infinity in the harmonious ring
Coconut leaves frolic for the whistling breeze
Our love is so centripetal like the coconuts fizz 

Let’s drink the coconuts with the soul of poetic verse
Drink all so alike that none do slacken none can farce

Pantoum No 2

Sealed with a kiss –
Our union is a circle;
Love, Laughter, Friendship
In motion centripetal.

Our union is a circle;
That ring of passion
In motion centripetal
Is neverending.

That ring of passion
Given unto us in prayer
Is neverending –
One vow, Two hearts.

Given unto us in prayer:
Love, Laughter, Friendship –
One vow, Two hearts –
Sealed with a kiss.

Poet

A man
who embraces
the nature...
or a shadow
immaterial of all
ages...

a micro organism
that performs
sentences...a
verve that insists
to be
matter...

poet that
using force
centripetal of
vortex poem

reveals the dark
bright side of life...
or is it.., or
the living poet
does not exist...
and the poetry
it's a chimera...!

All From Zero

From the nothingness
Eggs of thoughts- atomic point
Centripetal source



© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/08/2021

The Power of the Word

Word, strenght,
       distributed vitality
       among all...
       Stored in everything.
       Force,
       centrifuge,
       centripetal, which pulls,
       vortex,
       by chance... not by chance...
       chance is also a word... !

Afflictives

Centrifugal id
centripetal rede ego
superego waltz

In Your Dance

Dancing
There is dancing
On the ground floor of earth
Eternally grateful by the beauty

I am sophisticated heart investor
Flora to flora
Fauna to fauna
I am seeking the lessons of body
No nudity is there
Centripetal gravity force of mind controls heartily 

In my heart thou life dove is flying
The blazing dance craving my inside
As divine delightful oceanic tide

The eyebrows playing with eyeballs
The nose and nostrils spying the lips
The lips amorously kissing the mouth
The hands and fingers praying and pouring mysticism
The breast beating the mind lights of world fusion
The waist and navel showing the horizontal distance of happiness
The toes hypnotizing the weak fellow in moonwalking backwardness

No I am not there
Roaming I am on the apex throne of Olympic
where your dance shaking the spirit of Zeus soul 
And Cupid seeking an eternity of me instead god of gods
by mystical unstated words of shaking exotic body 

There I am in your veins of dance 
In your heart surviving as an unrelenting drunkard 
Till the connection with the metaphysics 
where God lives alone thick ......


11.06.2020 Chattogram

Interrogatory

imagine the sun
without light and spreading ashes

imagine the moon
with the light of the fire
and escalating furnace warming 

imagine the ocean
without water and shedding the snowflakes

imagine the world
without anything and anyone

imagine the sky
without color and showing rainbow

imagine the space
without emptiness

imagine the galaxy
without centripetal-gravitational power
or with the alien mightiest more than human

imagine the self
without any blood, flesh, intestine, entrails
as the mightiest unseen wind

imagine death as life
and life as death
or life and death are a dream of human thinking

imagine if ancient someone named
the fire as water,
the water as soil,
the soil as wind,
the wind as space
the space as time
the time as endless human thinking
what would be then

nothing, nothingness would be the result
but like present the volatility of mind would kill
the straight forward common sense

I cannot tell you to follow all blindly
but do not imagine all as the criterion of truth


05.03.2020 Chattogram

World Forum of Monkeys

In the year 00000 countless monkeys
met in an imaginary tundra palace
to discuss security of their forest life
Chimpanzee was the chair monkey
and secretary was tropical  baboon
there was no book nor pen for records
members were to write using bananas 
and tree leaves to be used as papers
but the meeting was interrupted 
as tails became an issue of gossip
Some tails were long, short, curved, thick
others beautiful, ugly and a few bushy
short-tails were mocked, the sported feared
as they could be relatives to leopard
They talked about sweet bananas
and fought over them for meals not as pens
majority spent time  weeping for bananas 
but time went and the meeting collapsed
winter snow engulfed many members
covering the forest palace without notice
and so the grand meeting was a grand fuss
Squatting on snow, baby Penguin wondered;
Why should monkeys so intelligent,
animals endowed with  such vast wealth,
focus on none issues of tails and bananas,
as the centripetal force of their existence?

Something I Do Not Know

From the time I began to ripen
and to shade of secret fruits
that are never from tree top 
something has lived in my mind
dark as the other side of the moon
what is that thing found hiding
in between man and woman
that pulls them together
Is it a magnetic force?
Could it be electric currents?
Is it a centripetal force?
Are they ghosts of temptations?
tell me, a lightning conduct?
I am lost in ignorance, tell me!

Not Broken

I used to think everyone was like me,
     A mind in a myriad pieces.
     Some close together
     Others so far apart.

                                       I used to think everyone was like me.
                          A mind as a colourful puzzle,
             Some parts easily found,
Others completely lost.

                                       I used to think that my heart kept together
                                      What my mind shred apart.
                                      Some centripetal force
                                      Kept it glued in place.

But I know better now, centrifugal power
            Forced my fragile mind to splinter,
                         Glue won't keep it centred,
                                      But my heart will.

Everything you can imagine is real.
Don't dismiss me for being me.
My core is warm and loving,
And welcoming you in.

***

February 20, 2017
© Darren White

And Blossom In Purple and Red

Windowed doubt shadows out peripheral.
Fear balances envisioned in centripetal.
Autumn’s amber hark back hearken.
Forgotten kits cry down, mother marten.
Good fellow robin indicates emending sprite.
Spring expands secret eyes only sight.
Droplets of hope dew days new dawn.
Open arms stretch a point wide yawn.
Hope turns a blind eye in despite way of head,
And blossom into purple and to red.

6-01-16

For the Love of Poetry

Days arrive days go
January snow
Words shine
In dopamine and oxytocin
In black and white
In figures of delight
Also in colors
In milk and in liquors
The sensor in the prefrontal cortex
Is in a centripetal vortex
Sensitive to the letters
Holds the birds
The imagination tinkers
With their genetic make up
The bird of a tree
Is now in great glee
A bird in a pocket
Flirting with a locket
Poetry in the vicinity
Ephemeral days pulsate
For some moments
Into infinity
Making one psychiatric
For the love of Poetry
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April 6, 2016
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