Long Cyclical Poems
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Greens getting depleted
Pollution on rife
Water becoming dirty
She watches from sky
Finally can't take it
Tears flow down
We have rain
Pure water flows
Watching it
she cries more and more so that
plants may bloom
Pollution may reduce
Earth becomes more beautiful, liveable
But we humans take her for granted
Keep plundering and destroying
in our mad rush for money and meals
Filtering pure water
pouring it out
at cyclical intervals
she often gets irritated and angry
We have thunderstorm and lightening
But we continue to behave like immature babies
When will we learn, change, behave intelligently
Burning bush livens the yard with pops of reddish pink and orange.
Purple butterfly bush, in a delicate way, surprises me, at her head.
Seventy two degrees, a nice surprise for October twenty-seventh.
Birds swoop in, amazed, to feeders, I just put up the eleventh.
Found my red garden rake on the ground near the giant double oak.
Other treasurers popped up, along the walk in the yard, no joke.
I sit in the sun, marveling at the beauty and serenity of my yard.
So glad I am a gardener, painter, cartoonist, one with little guard.
Many choices, so where on earth does a creative mind sit?
The highs, the low’s, the trees, the sky. Where do I fit?
On the ground, studying ants and bees?
Faeries and wasps, garden snakes and fleas?
Autumn smells permeate my soul.
Glorious reminder that the day is whole.
I ponder and wander, up and down, and beyond.
Admiring my ferns, violets, seeds, walnuts, and frond.
Spring is refreshing, summer wonderful too,
But autumn and winter they truly renew.
A gorgeous red leaf floats down and lands on my shoe.
A reminder that people are cyclical too.
“Counting age is like counting syllables, one needs a pencil. Releasing age, one needs nothing” : Poet
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Age-time exists only in Third Dimension
our core within each cell imageless, timeless, cosmic
contains no memories, knowledge or wisdom
these concepts of mind
moon, sun, oceans, tools to use
happiness, sorrow
alternative avatars gather fresh
sunrises, sunsets appear, seasons cyclical
for to be gridless no assignments can be imbibed
baby, toddler, teen, adult
mid-aged, elderly
every entity to eventual wean
powerful, free, solitary, impartial
humans have to birth
return to crystal buried
divinity linked …
assimilate experiences, age lessons learnt
know mistakes were predefined
to master skills, talents, character
for optimal tone
roughly at half century
embodied Self hears a call
softening heart, opening mind, explore all
One Love _____ oaks, mountains
oceans, multiple cultures connected keen
across dotage, dimensions ~
advice to younger self, another, is to
articulate completed chapters, then graft
vitality understood
climbing each rung is
advancement to BE
pungency no space in core
regretfulness, bitterness will occasion
a relearn of curriculum faulted, failed
rapture unqualified is ageless peace found
numeral similar to race, culture, class
gradual hours, dewy mornings pass by
emphasises mentality, flesh desires
relinquishing power to stone tracked matrix
holds no aces sought ____
let departure be timeless
eminent essence bottled
with this lens digits vanish meaningless, float
away each birthday gathered ~
eat cake even so
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Placed 2nd : Standard Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
May ‘26
Deep inside my heart and mind,
in my stage of mature years,
dwell past and present.
My quest for life's future's plan
holds a shorter time for me.
Final joy of peace on Earth-
countries that work together;
end of world threat gone.
Nuclear war arms destroyed;
possible truths I will miss.
No starvation lingers then,
no babies cry from hunger,
no blank stares of death,
no forlorn, weeping mothers.
Pray my quest would unveil that.
This nagging climate warming-
deemed man-made or cyclical?
I just want to know-
do we need to change our ways-
or adjust to weather shifts?
Mysteries of outer space?
Will I learn of life elsewhere
in this Universe?
My quest- to find out and know
if we are the only ones.
No matter, now- this new quest,
though the answers will abound-
many I will miss.
I must dwell on the present-
and be thankful now for that.
Aroma
of
long-held
dreams
ethereal
tomes
of
longing
beyond
understanding
with
grip
on
soul
velvet
twine
soft
but
tight
tug
of
inner
tides
drawing
closer
on
mystic
winds
of
cyclical
time
wrote
our
story
on
snow
at
night
an
opus
lost
today
THIS AN OPEN(organic) VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretation unique to the moment
Spiritually Screwed
I challenged him
not often
but on those occasions....
it seems my search for "truth"
conflicted with it
as i found truth to be
a tail chasing merry-go-round.
He offered me an alternate "truth"
concealed in the lessons of
a Spiritual Spiral,
a never ceasing journey
of discovery and awakening.
As we move through each moment
we rise upward in this spiral
meeting at different times
the seemingly same conditions
but given the opportunity
to move through them differently.
A gentle form of spiritual awakening
and fulfillment based on our application
of the truth we know in the recurring
episodes of life. A process
of refinement and purification
he called it, a cyclical cleansing
equation based on the efficacy
of our truth.
1/3/2021
My Spiritual Journey
unseeking seeker - sponsor
sunlit hues are kaleidoscopic kisses
terrestrial impressions
testing the waterfall’s eminence,
of impetus, of its continuous flow
unbroken by striving survival,
unfiltered obstruction
flowing along its perilous path
thoughts, feelings, & reactions
meandering, sipping Adam’s ale
moods unbridle as they manifest,
ellipses elapse, evaporate
lapping reckoning runestones,
monuments reciting otherworldly
phonetic pebbles babble
of antediluvian intuition
these stones summer bleached
warn satin smooth
at half-light, titanium white glows,
there, as dusky jewels
natural caressed water wooshes
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rustling the leaves—insomniacs,
lift the cyclical immersive mind
rushing, whittling a way
recanting,
chanting murmurs that calm my soul
Let's toot & salute
Folks our bespoke bloke
Having a hoot..
Bearing fruit loot
English cricketing oak
Celestial extra terrestrial Groot
Can't be snooty about tutti fruity
Rooty's booty on lions duty
As an Aussie would quip
You absolute beauty
Humble while records tumble..crumble
Can hear dear old Bumble..no quibble
Told from red rose fold across the Ribble
Saying for me..sold.. Rooty better
Run getter...record setter
Fetter even KP...cricketing gold
In the MCC heaven eleven
Story of forever glory
But never look at me
Only one with a magnificent
Seven on the adored
Boards at Lords
Top of the tree
Despite his fame...just the same
Puts on the gloves
Joy of a boy
Still really clearly dearly
Loves the game
No rebuke..no fluke
For our big grin
Thin White Duke..batting nuke
Believing his pedigree filigree
Web will keep weaving
Nervous laughter
Leaving Indians peeving
Not being cynical.. it's not cyclical...but clinical.
No retrieving the pinnacle.....puns almost biblical
Our glorious grafter...after runs to every rafter
Joe will nurdle...nudge
Scoreboard budge..purring
Dreamy silky creamy
Drives soul stirring
Lamps perverse reverse ramps whirring
By hook or crook
Snook past Cook with
Textbook look & grace
Took fifth place
In the record book race
Will beat all the elite
Breaking Rahul's wall
Shaking Kallis's Palace
Forsaking blunter punter
Ponting..bereft at the
Theft..left..wanting
En song hatching
Catching then snatching
Number one
Dispatching..after so long
Last post gong
Love song of
Dashing don..Sachin
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spider spins opalescent thread
before dawn's light has fully spread~
loom of dew, a delicate bed.
oak stretches in daytime heat,
shadows gather ‘neath my feet.
midday light pools on forest floor,
syrup-slow and thickening pour~
the clock licks seconds, nothing more.
wasp hums hymns in golden light,
butterflies flutter, winged flight.
sky trades blue for burnt honey,
shadows puddle like spilled brandy~
crimson spills through cracks, crows scurry.
wind sings low then softly sighs
day and night greet, compromise.
moths mistake lamplight for the moon~
umbra lengthens, sky blackens soon.
planets emerge, galactic runes.
sky bruises, darkness moves in.
stars perforate nighttime's skin
the crows assemble, black and loud,
counting the day’s lost hours aloud~
their throats full of day’s dying shroud.
pond drinks down the midnight moon,
spits it back, lunar light strewn.
earth wakes then sleeps, cyclical rhyme~
elysian scheme, God’s design.
Scared Mary,
Unprepared Mary,
Incomprehensible yet strangely legible,
Outside of the box in isolation Mary.
New Mary,
Old Mary,
Realities are a kaleidoscope,
Always big vision and big picture seeing Mary.
Spontaneous Mary,
Boring Mary,
Gifted the role of everything and nothing,
Multidimensional experience Mary.
Cyclical Mary,
Unpredictable Mary,
Goggles ethereal with physical on the side,
So strange and unable to be normal Mary.
Selfless Mary,
Selfish Mary,
Fiercely loving and Protective to a fault,
Contradictory and human at best Mary.
Celibate Mary,
Desperate Mary,
A Biological Divine combination,
Big impact but small blip in wider space Mary.