Concentric Poems - Poems about Concentric

Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter? Ptolemy imagined a play staged at his own residence There the Gods heaved upon us all their vain existence Trapped by Humanity's Ego, blind to exposed evidence His...

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Concentric circles dance within silver, liquid mirror...lively Coy. 2-19-2023 A Ripple To Me 2 Poetry Contest JCB Brul...

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concentric life, because the peach velvet returns as wrinkled skin. remember the old book in the bedroom? it contained your now dead laugh, old food scraps, everything you said about the weight of pain and about the failure of anesthesia who created the graves full of screams. there is no more perfect frame for this morning caged in dim lights. anyway, only we knew: the earth melting means that...

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rings of magnetic electricity correspondent to each energy zone affirm their bliss pulsations visibly within form power, though not ours to own an open secret, known to us alone innumerable are the energy grids apart from Sushumna, the central vein become visible, if we do as bid singular God focus, pure and unstained whereupon assimilation ingrained there are as many doors, as there are pores we...

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"Concentric" Perfection is a never ending story with alternative endings, that never end "You're an oxymoron", she said You stand on your shore skipping stones and thoughts you concede, you’re caught in the pull between staying and leaving circles small birthing larger circumferences that perpetuate perfect waves like sound moving outwards you could just lie down and close your eyes forever but you would...

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concentric midsummer moonlit ripples rushing to shore posted on June 1, 2019...

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First, it is our task to find out where we are, and that is after we discover we are bubble men, and frantic at the moment to escape each one and gain the next outside to taste its succulence, the fairmade bubble girl who surely will abide behind our lucid, bubbly wall. Lucid, it may be, but not the kind of light that we might...

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Pebble tossed into waters deep Ripples awakened… from gentle sleep Concentric rings of force in search Of mossy banks ‘gainst which to lurch And said stone sinks deep… deep To mossy floor watched by perch …then seen no more… Small rock tossed, wraps silt around Then snuggles deep into muddy ground And sudden silence, not a peep! It calmly falls into stony sleep On...

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I’m here. Holding up the sky It will not fall on you Not again In these days once more When you tell me you canna do it Not again Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart Yet so close as to tingle fingertips Gasping at familiar melodies of desert songbirds The smell of earth after a rainstorm Two thousand miles of trust Between us And the origin of this...

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Thoughts of you perforate my normality. Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart. You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason, yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become the focus of my emotion - and I love you. Thoughts of you occupy my fantasy: constraints of responsibility lifted and living...

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Amidst the madness of gunfire we found a safety haven. Passing through concentric borders sounds faded into birds chirping and water trickling in a tropical oasis. In the center was a cradle and a baby sleeping peacefully wrapped in soft flannel gave a little sigh and curled its tiny fingers....

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