Movements Poems - Poems about Movements

Movements

    Life moves time along
       relentlessly

    Old-timers swept along 
       resistantly

Hopeless Movements

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

Your movements are interrupting me

I just follow the seatplan,
but a friend of mine suddenly chose to sit on mine.
On the chair and table I always sit on, 
to just do what needs to be done.
I looked right, 
seeing him sitting there and the chair next to him being empty.
Is it going to be weird if I ask her if

Movements

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
                

The Strict Would One Restrict

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...

Orderly Who Is Disorderly

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.

Movements

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.

Movements That Never End

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

Regular Movements

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.

La Mer

The Sea pours laments
 meanwhile Sweet hearts are salted
  waves spray in whispers

Hurricane Haiku: 5 Movements

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.

Sunrise

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

Our Acts Movements

It's  laborious to elevate
     on the scale of life,
    much easier is
    come down the stairs
   from the cliff...
    so simple to walk
    with the head
    in the clouds, than
   

Movements

capricious movements
among fuchsia impatients....
tiny hummingbird     

Life In Normal Morning Movements

In here, I lion of
toothless  in cane,
  just eye and
not much anymore...
I peek at life...
Outside, life
 Just races,
knocks,
exhausts
  kills itself...
the street is urban
jungle
and life a real beast... !

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