Almost all the stars and planets run
in certain directions,
but lives and hearts
in unpredictable circulations
Categories:
circulations, life,
Form: Free verse
Celia from 'A'
tenures the lot
Standing near those Grey
Bay's rocky scabs
slapp'd by tide
Stagnant water
Green at the feet.
Into time too
From womb birth'd
briefly hearts
Remark regularly,
Geiger counter
Measuring, drone
Circulating
A style that too
Tho pound for
Pound bests itself
Croons when moored
Hits the deck when able;
Dies. After all, that's
Part of circulations
Verse & volt what
Did they do
The songs from strings
The blood bells the
Thin pines at work,
’44 ash magnum
Coiling skyward?
Categories:
circulations, community, inspiration, water, writing,
Form: Ballad
The small words
“All that`s mean nothing” not my words
but I often think about it, when reading the newspaper
I look for the no-news the filling of space
the news is often there and when **** flies they are taken
by surprise busy reading the headlines.
Being so wrong the want to set aside democracy and civil
behaviour the by line has become a headline we must
demonstrate denounce the new from the stage or pulpit
by the pompous and incompetent
perhaps it would help to read the alternative press they
have less to lose and don`t worry about circulations and
no capitalist master to serve
Categories:
circulations, arabic, autumn, basketball, best
Form: Blank verse
Not only the atmosphere has an unending circulation of water shedding tears, facing the deepest fear, struggles drove to a dead end switched gears, enormous quantity of liquid water, eyes are evaporation, eyes dried up, sneakers only kissed the door , water vapor changes back into liquid condensation, I watched sized tears fall under the eyes to the surface precipitation, rain, snow, or hail a determination.
- Loverboi
Categories:
circulations, fear,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
An evil word casually dangling
A lie for a lie that more and more dashed the expectations
When belief and rely are questioned
When the wait became so tiring
When honesty is faint from the circulations of hope
When a release is a lawful way to step
What happened to the quietness of stage?
What happened to the boisterous voice which echoed in every corner of this head?
What had happened?
What was it?
What are you or am I looking for??
The reflection of an empty soul ...
A lost from the sheath of privacy...
A quest which ended in absence ...
And the absence will be the theme of this story ...
Categories:
circulations, depression, pain, absence,
Form: Free verse
my auditory ins ain't been much good
since not much past my childhood
my visions clouded more each day
don't matter much in shades of grey
i thought i smelled a whiff of metaphor
yet my sense of scents went out the door
circulations chilled my touch to cool
and my tastebuds only make me drool
that weighty feeling of gravity
pulls senses toward the end of me
but still I want to take it in
all life's sensation of where I've been
the taste, the sight, the touch, the sound
they let me know I'm still around
© Goode Guy 2012-12-20
Categories:
circulations, introspection, me,
Form: Couplet
Her currents are the watercourses
that drive the gales and rain
her depths carry the bounties
that man has fished for gain
Her circulations can bring the tempests
or breezes soft and warm
movements within her waters
generate
the weathers that will form
Men have sailed her for centuries
She's the one they cannot tame
like the Venti her passages ceaseless
and her moods subject to change
Only men experienced can read her
know what is hidden from the blind
he can see the storm approaching
the rogue waves he's left behind
He knows her ridges and depressions
and the treasures upon her floor
he'll dive deeply to retrieve them
know when her tides return to shore
Her basin rivers are conveyors
which carry many multitudes of life
to the sea captain she is known as
his lover and his wife
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Categories:
circulations, adventure, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
I'm ignoring the drum major
Or at least I wished I was,
since she can be very loud,
and I'm fingering my Shako,
you can pet him if you want,
he won't bite, I promise,
and my Dinkles have a rock in each heel.
I want to bend over and take it out,
but the thought never forms in my mind.
I watch the crowd with lazy eyes,
that way they can't see me looking around,
and now that I have nothing to do
but watch the drum major and think,
I become aware of my muscles,
and decide to think about something else.
I realise I had left my ankle brace on the tightest setting;
I could feel my circulations weaken in my toes.
Quick movements catch my eye;
We snap-turn and exit the field,
I'm still thinking about the rocks in my Dinkles,
and don't even notice as it starts to rain.
Categories:
circulations, art, music, people, places,
Form: Free verse
Thirsty life, thirsty heart
The tendency of my thought
Takes me nowhere
Ifs and buts to bear
Stuck in the web of emotions
A feel of blood circulations
Hearing the sounds of my heartbeat
Lots of tensions and feeling the heat
Waiting for something to happen
For getting rid of all the tension
So that the acute thirst might end
Making room for cheering blend
Categories:
circulations, life, loss, sad, sympathy,
Form: Rhyme
So as deaf to spacious loitering's retried,
that circulations needling, so bona fide
does penetrate my nerve to cause deride
monopolizing cost and courage stride!
Do listen not, to reach my own confide,
a self, an understanding of my chide.
Yet duldrum's ceaseless wavering
does beg its pride -
In repetitious floundering
destroys times guide!
Categories:
circulations, life,
Form: Rhyme Royal