Gyration Poems

Unleashed

I seldom make promises -- 
man of my word, promises
leave no wiggle room…

and, most of us, at least
occasionally, like a good
wiggle

test our physical and
mental ranges for gyration -- 

In fact, on deeper analysis,
nothing really is ever stationary -- 
not time nor space

the closest thing to Perpetual-still
being the human heart, refusing
to give up on love, despite Love’s
independent nature~ its downright
heartbreaking propensity, to sniff
and wander, like a puppy, slipping
out the front door, unleashed….

Poetry II

If poetry channels our anger and sorrow
Who then will want to write it tomorrow
And will joy and contentment stifle its future?
And what will become of our stays and culture?

I say poetry has been victimized 
Vilified, chastised, castigated and ostracized 
Only perceived as a tool for struggle 
Truths coded for smuggle

Yet poetry is just song void of tune
From the same rock hewn
For the lyrics that ride on the harmonies 
Are sponsored by poetic abilities 

Only poetry captures life’s odysseys
In whose form is crafted psalms and prophecies 
If you want to know an expanse exceeding now
Poetry is the where and the how

Poetry in its recitation 
May not cause rhythm and gyration 
Care free melodies and chimes
That people seek in easy times

Until hard times force the weaning 
Where people gain taste for meaning 
A complementary aid for soul searching 
To set the conscience forwardly marching 

If poetry must fail in the market 
Then it proves not to aim for your pocket 
But a stinging dart to awaken your souls 
When woes and lows purge all else from their roles

K. Muitherero

calling a toad a toad

Punctilious conversation
Unknown by this generation
Suggested by eager administration
Hoping to curb dancing gyration
Censorship doesn’t work in our nation
Where felons are revered in Presidential celebration

Geo enginineering dot org

Hey.' this about more than a storm in a tea-cup.'
I think it merits, we all give them a look up.'
Dane Wiggington's been digging,  into actions
I find quite un-forgiving, into storm cycle gyration
That  can strike upon Nations.' Visting disaster
Maybe being vigilant now.? Will defend against
A real bad climate here-after.?

triptych

Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies

Figments of my imagination
Don't come and cause me more vexation
Circling my mind
Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration
My nerve endings started with you
Now unaware to whom
Now that you're gone
I can finally take off this costume

Now isn't the time for salvation
I re-evaluate our amalgamation
Not even an antisocial personality disorder
Could sum up a source of order
Wander your favourite forest
Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour
Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse
Just dump me in the Oder

Dismember me piece by piece
Put me back together however you'd like
The puzzle wont be beautiful
Something incomparable to Vandyke

Touched by Holy Spirit

Encased in feeble form, doomed one day to die,
words penned in holy books offered no solace
and prayers that I muttered, quelled not heart’s sigh,
so exhausted being unable to lace
the truth of life, I deemed everything a lie,
plunging into silence to invoke God’s grace.
Many moons passed yet steady was my resolve,
to see without mirrors, that soul may evolve.

Having relinquished each and every belief,
I became a silent witness to my mind,
noticing that wayward ego was the thief
that stole soul’s peace, leaving head-heart misaligned
and so in staid silence, I turned a new leaf,
heeding voice of conscience, touch gentle and kind.
Exiting futile games of one-upmanship,
holding firm focus, love became my flagship.

Love being God’s force that ends separation,
in timeless time, Holy Spirit entered form,
romance divine, in an endless flirtation,
felt as magnetic currents both cool and warm,
causing within, energy nodes gyration,
which swept me away in this benign bliss storm.
Call this what you like and give it any name
but bliss in permanence is my claim to fame.

Baptised By Holy Spirit

Baptised in an ethereal vibration,
in as a transfiguration of my soul,
subtle tingling of body cell’s gyration,
signalled intent to make my presence feel whole,
enabled by slow motion bliss serration,
cajoling me to make this game, my life’s goal,
so as ordained, with love and light thus ingrained,
my soul presence frolics in the void unchained.

Penny Loafers

Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings  in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication, 
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn by men during War's mobilization.

Slaves of the feet, piously worn, softly they entered the Church of the Reverent; 
Or briskly  moving on tired, leather soles down the long halls of the U.S.Government.
Hail! The shimmering, scintillating coins shining brightly with romantic sentiment.
Gaudy, nerdy pennny loafers. Comfy on the feet and ready for a compliment.

Migration

The child of a certain perception,
Among your kinfolks poor reception,
You just can’t endure irritation:
It could make you leave your own nation, 
White men’s world declare your new station,
Face the challenge of imitation…

Then, it’s all yours: A quick migration,
Your legs not swollen for gyration;
On foot you cross waiting borders,
Dumping your unreceptive brothers!

For those with no more trusts in their world,
Now, fully sure elsewhere they’re being called. 
Poor rating at home has their hearts galled;
They’re bleeding guys beasts have mauled…

Really, the future of stark dreamers,
With hopes to play to the hilt schemers,
As a first step they arrange a flight,
In their countries tired of the fight:
A will to understand a new clime, 
Note their guiltless actions now a crime!

Still, migrants to keep in mind Swallow
Foreign life they can’t continue to hallow
Some might question “What sort of fellow?
For life to a foreigner “Hello!

Nigerian Police Station

Once, I was there to check a tall Zaki
And it became reason to meet khaki,
Very clean but most offices tacky:
A cop could turn one into a lackey!
 
I know The Police is for the Nation
But I shan’t again a Police Station;
A world plainly paramilitary,
Safer, not better than Solitary,
In every station, obvious gyration;
Canteens that could serve one large ration, 
The environment is quite sanitary
But should not clinch The Best Commentary…

Where one runs into AK47,
There holders more than Forty Seven:
Men who could catch rogues but their eyes roguish;
A lot of money make but still languish…

No good guarantee of non-harassment,
A chesty cough attracts embarrassment:
A fat envelope and one reports a case;
A much fatter one to clean and face!

Dot To Dot

Dot to dot conjoin
words we wish to coin;
splash in the ocean,
joy’s magic potion.

Soul's inspiration
shapes thought gyration,
to blissfully dance
in ambedo trance.

Our heart's pure intent,
grants the void consent
to forge words in shape,
leaving all agape.

Dot by dot so linked,
canvas now love inked,
by music patterns;
our night sky lanterns.

As thought flow resumes,
vibrancy assumes
heart’s unique flavours,
which our soul savours.

The curtain when drawn,
ushers a new dawn,
for each hue is new,
like the morning dew.

15-November-2022

Dot to Dot Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

Discard All Knowing

Mind, body, gender
and beliefs slender,
we burn to the ground,
as thought forms unsound.

All that’s manifest,
a fest in light jest:
merely vibration
of heart’s gyration.

Feeling bliss beats prance,
we exit deep trance,
garnering clear sight,
that mirrors delight.

Breath is our life force,
of which God’s the source,
who is living light,
shining within bright.

Nothing need be done;
God and we are one.
Once we cease thought flow,
this truth we so know.

07-September-2022

Blessing Oluwapelumi, Keep the Ball Rolling

Dream 
        Swim through
          Cream the treats
            And follow keenly

The stream
Of the trying glue
Making up awesome beats
Of sounds filed serenely

      Sleep
        Don't hesitate
           To chill down
             Today's gladden heart

So deep
Of driving memories state
Within-out the colorful town
That makes celebration an art

        Oh she is but a simple leaf
          Withering off its branch
           Having a new apt hope
             For the coming bliss
               Upon loamy soil
                 To live on and 
                     Never die
                       Unjust!

                       In brief
                  If soil stanch
                No room for rope
            Target rather go amiss
        And to the source shall recoil
     Its functionality to the very grand
   Set in fear to never again break the tie
  For such memory ever barely live in dust

  The world:- of your life's infernal gyration
Shall forever be a dream off consummation

Amen ??

Wafting Fragrance

Wafting fragrance of love pollination
Grace in-pours by magnetic resonance 
Heightened is rapture, without cessation
Rainbow within, our self-luminescence 

Presence nestles into inner silence
Each node within, dancing with elation
Bliss burrowing deep, awakes innocence 
Wafting fragrance of love pollination

Peacocks tail-spread, alluring seduction
Cobras too entwine, in hypnotic dance
Koel’s mate call, enthralling sensation
Grace in-pours by magnetic resonance 

Part of delusion, form sheds appearance
Each manifestation, a vibration 
When head-heart aligned, with love in parlance 
Heightened is rapture, without cessation

Sound of one hand clapping, hearts gyration
Our vaporised self, in inner balance
Melds with universe and all creation
Rainbow within, our self-luminescence 

Awaken hermit, subtle sentience
Vibrant cessation, our prayer station
Divine love the fulcrum, the quintessence 
Bliss in permanence, Gods benediction 
Wafting fragrance 

06-May-2021

Trance Flirtation

as love outpours its own sublime essence
each imbibes hues of chosen resonance
free will determining the vibration
making music tuned to its gyration
in a play of divine entwined romance

child wondrous visiting a foreign land
flits about in trance till he understands
that fleeting images merely come and go
whilst bliss within eternal and mellow
all that that is empowered by Gods hand

dynamic stillness in field kinetic
enlivened silence when heart ecstatic
centred in nonchalance void our fulcrum 
each node within bliss throb sensorium
rainbow in full view magic eclectic 

08-February-2021

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