Pendulums Poems - Poems about Pendulums

A conflagration rages within my being, Looming over the tableau of woe at my feet. Silken threads and ribbons tether their flight, they opt for a divergent retreat from reality. In a moment of frailty, Taut sounds sway their desolation, Erupt my apex, at least their visage will be frozen, Statues of their inner torment. My molten core whirls, Glistening like quicksilver as my...

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for Jim)DEVOTION POEM - ENTANGLED. (for Jim) For me he’s The One. As I’ve been for him his Only One. From the beginning when Our fates embraced. I listen to his breathing, while concerned, He watches how well I’m moving. Around him, I am a verdant vine. He rises near — as a braid of wildflowers ...

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People made clocks Pendulums To strike like their hearts To live wall clocks People made clocks Pendulums Not striking Even to live clocks Pendulums of people Not live like clocks Without striking...

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While racing on the rocking horse of youth Going nowhere closer to the sun or faster there When swinging pendulums from Democrat to Republican Age picks up the pace, in speed it keeps us in our place Remains the same with nothing more than impressions on a carpet Really, there's no distance covered on the new republic...

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When I walked in I didn't know what to expect. Each room highlighted in light. A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request. In reciprocation we do. The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past. The objects we fill to take up space. The rooms a clear reflection of Spring. The molding painted white. I was told...

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Time is a road. We move forward and backwards; sometimes we move at the same pace, different speeds, while other times we collide. Progressing or deteriorating as humans, we're all travelers through time, trying to understand how and why we are moving up and about, like eternal pendulums........

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Pendulums of life What cosmic engine drives them 'to', But never 'to' and 'fro'? Or, are they in other realms driven ‘back’ Just as in ours they are propelled ‘forth’? To what celestial symphony do they waltz to, As they grind our births into our deaths? Tracing the loci of people’s destinies; Each and every one Why do youth we take for granted, With no...

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Humans are like pendulums, they swing from one mistake to the next and then a crisis....

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Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh in the quiet passage of breaths released... there in that moment, I witness a thousand wishes dancing through the shadows of my mind, each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro marked by restless eclipses black to white. The yearning streaks of a journey creating long and endless days as season's rhythms cross ...

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Visualize the interaction of the energies of people’s lives as pinholes and pendulums. Shimmers reflecting streaks of god’s light Through pinhole instances Which illuminate the infinite, Defiant night....

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The pained pendulum pushes through the fog With the ever-crashing splash of rheumatic guilt Licking at the swinging bronze from below. We lose God again and again In the cluttering of thoughts Like the burnt wings of butterflies Over-used, over-driven, and Over-flapped and now here Festooned to a wheelchair he sits Staved and dying from stale love. And needing my help....

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