Linear Poems - Poems about Linear

hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey faded granite marker put in position two hundred years ago no matter how tight we cling to existence,...

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It constantly feels like I am chasing time Time which is so linear. It’s like the days are not long enough, Even if I get up early. It constantly feels like I am losing time Time which exists in threes. Like the birth, life and death of the trees. The past which was, Has been. That we mourn. The present, The now, Time that’s not worn. The future, Not...

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Linear time is a nether dimension ticking backwards ... Z(ero) is reaching the A(pex) Raised eyes see the future fading; distant points of light died a long time ago, yet, they still shine bright today Linear understanding only can see things simply one way Horizontal perception is the neural cloudy grey Try to explain the exponential multiplicity of a consciousness-expanding quantum reality — A palace with...

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Like A Linear Guy Just heard from Governor of Virgin Islands on MSNBC. He was once part of NYPD. Looks like that he became a linear guy, And only one thing at a time does try; Not deceiving; Help is receiving; Hurricane hit so things are in short supply. Jim Horn...

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One year has passed since probably the worst day of his life An unforeseen tragedy has an added cost of chronic depression, more nightmares and increased unhappiness Coupled with the loss of his hair, his job and his wife Five years has passed since he stared into the dead eyes of his only child Just a simple slip and fall, her head hit pavement and that was all As...

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LINEAR LONGEVITY One cannot assuage one’s age Once one is forced to turn a page On to the next chapter at hand And perhaps on to a foreign land I cannot deny what your eyes espy Wrinkles that weren’t there yesterday But are now on my face to stay Linear signs that signify three scores of years Brought about by laughter and too many...

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Imagery so vivid and clear hum patterns of melodies across the universe fanning wildfires of euphoria Whilst swallowing the anguish from confounded pupils waking in a linear paradise By Glenn McCrary © 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)...

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If time wasn’t linear and life was an orbit, pain couldn’t make me old and age wouldn’t sound morbid. I’d know every ending would only bring pause; that birth was just as relevant as any loss. I’d know eyes are subjective, and the mind is a trap disfiguring reality like a folded map. Doubt will provide distance like a neighbor’s fence as pictures and frames attempt to capture innocence. And...

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Curvilinear Basic element of art…. Moving point in space By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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Within the pages white as snow and between the lines as black as coal, to all the places You have sowed, Oh Lord, let me abide within the line. Within the turning page we see. Alight, aflame in harmony. And friends or foes do go in mystery. Oh Lord, let me abide within the line. Let me alight in peace with Thee and...

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Love’s Linear Continuums By Dane Smith-Johnsen Love is a set of linear continuums. Joy is at one end; sorrow is at the other. Shall we decide to strive for endless minimums? Never! Become enlightened; increase loves’ brothers. Be concerned for there are many unfortunate. Do something on their behalf with kindheartedness....

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Oh, let me sit in peace and go, within the pages white as snow; between the lines as black as coal to all the places You have sowed. Oh, let me sit in peace and see, the whole wide world You’ve made for me. The mountains high the valleys low, the pristine passes ripe with snow. Oh, let me sit in peace and...

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Is time...just matter mysterious discourse, treatise in wait while follies coarse snippets of lines and hashmark talley linear scores mark historic qualities Is space...circular planets revolve, circuit's system massively involve concentric is dynamic growth rounded journeys spin we knoweth Timeline straight it may appear bend reshape the linear, repeating cycles curvature endure,we must,this universal nature Full circles gone.... Full circle to arrive....again, eventual alignment soon upon us..... ...

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