Long Analysed Poems

I went out on Friday
In entirely in the wrong frame of mind but everything was fine, although I've analysed myself in hindsight to within an inch of my life.

Had a lift that arrived early so...

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Both void & manifestation
Spanda: life pulse vibration
Expanding & contracting
Concealing & revealing
Stupefying & illuminating
Separating & uniting

Shiva’s self luminescence 
In playful innocence 
Creating a pulse of separation
Culminating in divine union

Paths four for liberation
All found in the void...

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Ever since my parents bought me a Grundig TV for my room,   
And every week day unquestioned and without fail, 
I've watched the Channel 4 News avidly, glued to it,
From when I was...

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MY FIVE SENSES

     Five senses hearing, seeing, smelling, touch and taste
     Received, perceived and analysed by brain to accept
        ...

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I spoke those words impulsively,
I didn't think them through,
And now I disagree with me, 
Knowing you do too.

We analysed at the same time, 
simultaneously conclude, 
Scrutinising my own mind, 
disagreeing just like you.

What a stupid...

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Human Nature
 
          Swift swans are swimming fast in quiet stream.
             Little ripples awaken...

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( This poem resulted as I was pondering over the question as to how should my poems be. I 
was trying to pull the vague feelings and hunches on to the surface and to my...

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                On Faith


       Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
   ...

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Four dimensions, yet three in one, 
Location, space and time,
X Y location, space around, and in time, 
We don’t consider an X as without a Y really. 
So quantum mechanics stand to floor, 
The claim...

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They keep watching
Forever observing
Constantly snooping
As the public keeps on fuming

For our safety we are watched constantly
Electronic eyes unable to account
For the nuances of human behaviour
Infiltrate all aspects of living
Criminalizing us
Laying bare all our sins

Intrusive watchmen...

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Analysed

In pieces,
A broken mirror
Splinters of reflection leering at the sky,
Dry and lifeless,
Gasping, drowning in a dingy flood
A river, a tempest, a storm
Forlorn.

'You are the fragile one' she told me,
you smiled and clutched my hand.
'You are...

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Megan Giglia

Megan won Britain’s very first medal at Rio, 
Having had a stroke and brain haemorrhage, 
And having also overcome deep depression, 
To ride victorious around the track to circuit. 

She suffered from fainting spells...

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Reigate Juniors, late July, in nineteen sixty nine
Miss Leggett crossed the room and slowly pulled down all the blinds
as one by one the summer's morning settled into gloom
the five of us sat quietly in the...

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If this was my last participation in the contest 
I would use my last ink to say how much 
I love expressing my thoughts..

"I paste my words as it is from heart and mind for...

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Utility bills and hobbies,
Keeps me always busy,
Then we planned happiness,
And freshness to enjoy,
Prospering a day of life.

A waiting for holidays,
What is coming?
Then encouraged to plan,
How shall we celebrate a festival?
Savings minded a belly of saving’s...

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Unfulfilled little promises that my people made to me.. 

My mother vowed me to buy a heart shaped dollar..
But she didn't
My father vowed that he would buy own house..
But he didn't 
My girl friend told...

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If you don’t like me,
It wasn’t a matter,
I analysed me,
And blames myself,
Perhaps my colour is dark 
or my features are ugly,
Or something is wrong in my conversation,
Or you were more wise than me,
I praise for...

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I have no metaphoric explanation
for how I feel
If I try to summon something to mind, I find an empty paper bag that held sweets, with bits of sugar at the corners 
Slightly crinkled, the sugar...

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He chaffed and shuffled,
soft lips,
that were smeared with the jam,
that she had hurriedly stuffed in his mouth,
before leaving his pram,
he pouted those lips,
in unknown and illformed petulance,
unable to understand her hurry and scurry,
for long,
he was...

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I  look within my bag, and baggage more unquenched desires.
N erve wrecking mental state, thus illogically surmounts.
T he wisdom of sages to simplify life ends in absurd futility.
R ather than emptying my burden, I...

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Crazy is the holy name of the book 
I had read last night, paper backed
 And very slimmed priced about dollars fifty three 
Published and written by none other than this cherubic me 
The theme...

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Nothing is quite so enlightening as a tray bake of fallen leaves. Left lean is not a ledge and a ledge is not to be trusted with a nine kilo pearl stick. Serrated combustible clam...

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my sense of direction isn't reliable 
       did I turn on the spot 
            or do I observe...

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There's staccato rhythm, fragmented, shards,
full shattered, escaping, broken, 
   full dust clouds swirling whirling, pulsating, pressurizing,
igniting, and violent lightning, emerging, hue of zelous purple,
the war-blood red, eye-murdering yellow fire, burning
paper snowflakes in frozen...

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nothing should exist
but still does appear
as separate objects
in as perceived by us
in our body apparatus
which we then delight in
and wholly identify with
to the extent that we forget
our true Self so cognising
through limited senses five
analysed by...

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