There's an endless cycle of living,
Where it's not always good or all bad.
It's constantly circling around taking and giving,
Seemingly lost, like a chaotic nomad.
While surviving along the two-dimensional plane,
Appearing to obediently follow only that of time.
One can only search about aimlessly,
For some reason to an obtuse rhyme.
However blind, there is a direction, that
Leads to an unforgiving cause and effect.
When the sums may become insurmountable,
No matter the levels of disrespect.
Yet beyond this flat, geometric reasoning,
Alternatives are seen, not from a circle, but a sphere.
As a multitude of tangents take new form,
Bringing new hope, along with old fear.
This revolution seeks to close its own circle,
Though its path will be curvilinear in its quest.
Since its journey may evolve with new experience,
Allowing for growth in the universal test.
circling and sensing
a center not ourselves
we revolve around something
encompassing
relationships, causes
hunger, need
larger in cognizance of scale
and belonging
than my private universe
What makes me mad with total frustration
are people who think they're superior.
Graciously I deal with aggravation.
No one can make me feel inferior.
What happened to old-fashioned chivalry.
Politeness costs nothing and gains everything.
Rude manners take a bite delivery
a hunting, grinding and mincing back swing.
Strikingly polite people, external suns,
how great their perceived status, someone who,
cordial smile, act as if they are the ones
honored by the introduction, not you.
I will not tolerate a rude banshee
allowing them to run all over me.
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he reminded me of a tree
feet rooted in the soil
his gaze surveying distant hills
that strained towards the sky
she lived inside the house
inside her head
travelled instead in a chariot
made from dreams
sometimes he brought her gifts
a bundle of beans
a strawberry on a plate
she would wait alone in her head
as she gazed at the dead summer fire
at times like this she could pull herself
back to the front
confront his world
eat his offerings knowing that
his mind was on lower things
trapped in the vortex of their worlds
a mutual gravitational pull
each proving gravity wins every time
over give and take
after the funeral
she dragged her chair
into the garden with the weeds
sitting alone and sipping her tea
crosswords abandoned on her knee
she hasn’t much to say these days
her eyes gaze outwards now and yet
i notice that her chair is set
back towards the house
the question is
how does the moon revolve
after the world is gone
I like a healthy breakfast.
Green smoothie or toast?
Any doubt?
I choose where to eat my lunch.
Which do I like most?
In or out?
I fix my hubby dinner.
Casserole or roast?
Which to tout?
For Dr. Ram Mehta's QUINZAINE CONTEST Poetry Contest
Revolve land O Revolve
Here I am..
In revolving, claps my wings strongly
I am who fearful, mortal..
That wear the sea slippers and the
Ah, fate and death,
I am the spirit that abandoned ports and
Absent where absent.
...
Revolve Land O Revolve
Here where the love and dream follow us.
What's precious love when the death is habitat!
What's precious dream when certainty hurts!
now allow me to get these infintile rules straight, i cannot use profanity, but may I
at least employ the word "profanity?"
RESOLVED TO REVOLVE
Constantly
Consistently
Caustically
Persistently
Yet I resist with resolve
As the world revolves
I’ll constantly be plagued by sorrow
I’ll consistently be afraid of tomorrow
Caustically and casually comes you, a casualty
Then I begin to persistently beg for neutrality
And remain fortified by resolve and a resolution
But here and now I declare this a revolution
It’s just two stagnant people standing still as the world revolves
And we’ve got worldwide problems no one ever solves
So if you are constantly, consistently and caustically going to harass me with
persistency
I’d say that my disdain for the likes of you is only in its infancy
And it shall grow likewise as does a field of wicked weeds
So with a bow I leave you now because you have too many f***** needs
And I’ll write you persistently to inform you of where the virgin road leads
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
RESOLVED TO REVOLVE
Constantly
Consistently
Caustically
Persistently
Yet I resist with resolve
As the world revolves
I’ll constantly be plagued by sorrow
I’ll consistently be afraid of tomorrow
Caustically and casually comes you, a casualty
The I begin to persistently beg for neutrality
And remain fortified by resolve a resolution
But here and now I declare this a revolution
It’s just two stagnant people standing still as the world revolves
And we’ve got worldwide problems only mediation is able to solve
So if you are constantly, consistently and caustically going to harass me with
persistency
I’d say that my disdain for the likes of you is only in its infancy
And it shall grow likewise as does those wicked weeds
So with a bow I leave you now because you have too many f***** needs
And I’ll write you consistently, constantly and persistently to inform you of where
the virgin road leads
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Hard work in every assembly line
Innovation as thought makes the difference
Judges balance variances in dispose of new substance
As many credits as given yet many needs to repair
What happened on the way and why we are here
Freezing cold and sleepless nights from evolving dreams
Rejoices tender as gather searching in another well being
Swings future fire on the sky rebuild its pieces revolve one us
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