Circling Poems - Poems about Circling

If I give you today Will you give up tomorrow If I ask you to wander Can direction be saved If I say that I love you Will the words meld the seasons If I surrender this moment Can forever — be gone (The New Room: March, 2025) ...

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We're all bound for a quest to the center Unprepared when we finally enter Find a good guru to be your mentor Or, better be your own best inventor 29 words ...

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I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun, and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun. He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious, I could picture him sprawled out, on our Thanksgiving dishes. Then I thought, chastisingly, “Wow, in a way, that’s kind of vicious.” I opened...

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Her skill sets though narrow, are tried and tested, she has the tools to navigate around reality without going belly-up. We share the same fish tank. She has her own patch of metaphor and I mine. She knows nothing of karma or I of fate. Occasionally, we swim together through the same plastic castle, both observing a suitably awkward silence. The great and unknowable Walt Disney sent us cartoon...

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We’re taught that time moves ever forward…in a solid line…with no slack… that the eyes of time stare straight ahead…never looking back. But we have found the older we grow…this isn’t always true. because sometimes, if you’re lucky, time will circle back to you. Deborah and I spent a lot of time with our children and our grandchildren...

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The fickle, flickering flame Danced wildly in the breeze. Ever so closer she came Until its bright light warmed her knees. Slowly she circled the flame Doing her dance with death. Ever so closer she came Until she was singed, By the flame’s hot breath. She backed away wildly beguiled Then gave it a perplexed stare. To be deceived by something...

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When silence speaks Nothing is heard. Our breathe is a like a secret Window, hotly working. You squinting at a friend and Trying not to giggle. Or writing long exams in a room With circling graphite, Scantron sheet after scantron sheet. Or in Mass, The death knell of silliness, Leave or lose your wind bag. Or in your mind, Be still your mind. This is the fifteenth line. Please be...

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Music especially sacred music feels round Not such clear lines prescribing desecrating marches needing to move somewhere noting something speaking against someone in StraightWhite privileged time Right/Left balancing divas sometimes sing in resonant rounds, round and round in circling spirals never-ending spectral ribbons eventually blending communion, emphatically good-spirited and not dogmatically ill-natured. So, to liberated lovers lusting Left toward green cooperative choices And, to conservative clingers leaning Right toward red competitive voices If you must shout to overcome dissent If you can't sing and,...

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(A Palindrome) New changes beginning through seasons circling nature circling seasons through beginning changes new. Wintery winds with snow cold and icy and cold snow with winds wintery. Grey are skies overhead while rain pelts rain while overhead skies are grey. Change in season brings spring warming winds warming spring brings season in change. Budding flowers do bloom abundantly...

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Closer that dreaded angel comes, Nearer my God, to Me. Family fallen, too near the edge. I walk in doom for tomorrow. In crazy and cowardly remote concerns, You death draw a lottery place in line. Gamble me this, pitiful reaper, Are you even real? Within two feet now, A rattling within my rib cage staggers, But my brother drank his death, And my new mother's...

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Closer that dreaded angel comes, Nearer my God, to Me. Family fallen, too near the edge. I walk in doom for tomorrow. In crazy and cowardly remote concerns, You, death, draw a lottery place in line. Gamble me this, pitiful reaper, Are you even real? Within two feet now, A rattling within my rib cage staggers, But my brother drank his death, And my new mother's...

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Divide and conquer debates favor win/lose competitions as sometimes vicious over-investment in defeating healthy democracy to conquer public-square power space not particularly sublime While compassionate discussions favor win/win cooperation as virtuous co-investments in green communion circling passionate sharing time Becoming complexly nuanced beyond any tolerable hot red point of static Business As Usual stuck redundantly building stale uniformity lists from LeftBrain hearing preference for strong straight white self-defense protagonist voices Drowning...

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Can nothing extend beyond something… Can never be possibly where… Can dreamers awaken the insomniacs sleep… Can no place ever be there… (Dreamsleep: January, 2023)...

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Here I go again, Circling 'round same old issues... Please just understand....

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We'd been travelling through the night and we needed a rest The unmerciful sun was now rising above a red rocky crest We headed for a large boulder that offered plenty of shade Jenna was getting sick and delirious and she needed medical aid. I knew we must keep moving and had about two days to go But I couldn't...

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