Perpetuum Poems - Poems about Perpetuum

Before time found its pulse and the void birthed its silence, there was the Word, a murmur of infinity, a flicker igniting chaos. It needed no beginning, nor an end— it was pure motion, a path without return. Poetry was born from this trembling, a wound opened at the edge of the world. It is the...

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In a blink of an eye my stoic attitude had fled deep dark ...

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In the dead of a moonlit night, when the stars are dazzling ~ thousands of glittering fireflies illuminate the sky, ...

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INTO AN ENDLESS AND SINGLE DAY Uninterrupted torment, for the unfortunate ones, like me, to suffer as always, the craving is so strong, consistently, trying to find us an explainable excuse to submit, constantly giving us shakes and stress, continually without giving up, makes us sweat, cause we are eternally addicted. forever. An everlasting torment, for...

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Shrinking time down to a factor of one The future and past cancel out zero-sum The moment, this instant the only thing real Unmasking the present —nothing left to conceal (St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2021)...

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All of my life, living for today All of tomorrow, living for tomorrow None of my life, living for yesterday Lived as today —as today was tomorrow (Reading ‘The Portable Einstein,’ September, 2020) “Today was tomorrow —to all of yesterday”...

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Life as Perpetuum Mobile, It goes without slowing down. It's a pity there's no allowance for it, And we're just living, going through it. My actions can tell About who I really am, But you can't find out everything about me, I'll surprise you, that's the beauty of it. There is no point in shouting, life is deaf to us, It just goes to...

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PERPETUUM MOBILE I must go down to the pigging shops again To Morrison, Tesco, Aldi or maybe Lidl For I Just went there for the sodding milk in vain How could I forget! it really is a riddle To me, though to my wife it’s clear as day It’s because my age is already well past middle And the senior moments frequently...

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self portraits landscapes in the plein air fragments figures imagery measures of the dance games of dexterity in formal design a...

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This drop of water, in the shower where I sit, slowly ripples miniature waves of lukewarm water, wrinkles in lives. Folds in time, in minds, in the hearts of everyone involved. Pain thrown out, ...

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