We already know
Some dance slow
Protect your flow
You already know
Which way to go
LIFE MOVEMENTS
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Movements Are Mistakes — A Poem by Vyshnav
Movements are mistakes,
Creativity — a blur.
Life is strong,
But time is flowing.
In the end,
We are alone.
— Vyshnav
Glistening wet scales
Reticulated pattern
Meander movements
Life moves time along
relentlessly
Old-timers swept along
resistantly
At dawn, when the sky smiles...
I bow, pray at length to seek.
If true, as God would have me;
At it, my swiftness should awake hope.
Where there seems none, my styles...
Possibly without remorse, though weak;
Cum certainty of what to be, such sea-
I swim through its boundless spell, off rope.
At noon, when the sky frown,
I race, hustle all seasons long...
If no, as fate could file my case;
Of time, my faith would halt war.
Why not give up, such stage me clown.
This won't be of tease, while still young...
Rather shall keep up, cum His grace-
Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore.
At night, while the sky beams...
I write, encode and decode my day;
If sure, lessons learnt propels thought.
For real, it engulf my mind's box
Through the night; many are dreams-
Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay...
Will I ever have to myself, what I sought?
Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...
Into the funneling drains,
go the lesser drains,
as they flow or seep.
Culverts coalesce,
the rain keeps moving,
the flushed keep swimming
through their own
momentum.
Is there an end to the flowing,
the passing through?
The highest dams,
the longest levee or dike
cannot hold back,
not a single drop
of sky or earth.
Please, quit saying that one may be strict
And peoples movements hardly restrict.
The strict could your blood vessels constrict,
A people confine to a district:
Have the rather free into jail tricked
And forgotten while God's Time ticked.
They just have strong links: 'strict' and 'restrict',
Because 'Strict' often says 'Restrict':
A criminal's captured neck constrict...
Arthur swore he'd be less brotherly,
When his brother got disorderly.
He would want their mum less motherly
To get him back to being orderly
A shock from one paid as orderly
His movements are scarcely soldierly
Many things handling haphazardly,
Though his allowance quite niggardly;
Toes from shoes saying it jaggedly...
Orderly whose walks much zigzagged
And finest garments the ragged.
Turn your eyes inward,
Follow the flight of the soul.
Chase it down the corridors of self,
Watching where it flies
Trailing fear and electricity---
Until safe upon the inner trails,
It stops to rest,
Weary from shock.
Circle behind,
Catch it unaware,
Grill it over a low flame
For ten minutes.
Add potato salad.
Serves one.
Now is the time for us to receive
A great refreshing from the Lord
We breathe in Heaven's air
Feel its fresh breath, restoring life
As this season of big changes begin
The waves of glory come with the wind
The oil of joy erases our helplessness
Bringing peace, strength and joy anew
We thrive like a green house, our roots soaked
With stillness, peace and wellness,
The plans and promises of Heaven
Getting cultivated, activated and accelerated
As we soar like eagles, riding on the surge of Heaven
Moving into movements that never end!
Cleanse your colon
the future of poetry demands,
and this is just the place for it.
Backed-up words = writers block.
Void the unavoidable,
eliminate the congested
proud and loud.
Fear not the mess
white pages and toilet paper
so similar
Write on with a lax and easy grace
to the next vocalized movement,
your next creative peristalsis.
The Sea pours laments
meanwhile Sweet hearts are salted
waves spray in whispers
Hurricane Haiku: 5 Movements
The sea is angry;
The winds echo her screaming—
The hurricane comes…
Torrential waves
Carry furry to the shores:
Fragility doomed…
Island paradise,
Poised and ready for combat;
Nature’s sad beauty…
Nature lashing out—
An unwanted canvassing
Of hurricane grief:-
The calm sea rippling...
Lifeless bodies floating death:
The storm moves onward.
At the breaking of dawn
The first light of the sun arrives
Appearing in the sky
After long hours of darkness
Sleep and unconsciousness
Dreams and illusions
A new era dawns in
An era of vigours,movements and ambitions
Hopes and truths
Dreams fade and illusions die
And the truths wake up and dawn in
With the first sunray
As a great surprise
A new day and a new hope
Are born
For you
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