Short Analyse Poems
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a long day
our bones ache
we’ve grown old
though we’ve aged
heart’s vibrant
paradox
let us not
analyse
sing love songs
09-April-2023
Tricube
cartwheels of energy
whirring, rotating
within each cell
as a whole looping form
an enigma we do not analyse
for it is what it is
an endless evolution
in divine entwined celebration
It's quite extraordinary -
We don’t sweat because it’s hot.
But possibly your idea of analysis greatly resembles a
dish of soup, or a sirloin of roast-beef.
I'm standing by the window communicating
with a lesser black-backed gull.
conspire with my foes
trying to analyse me
labelling me badass
thinkin i'd shed a tear again
baby,what happened?
u were a sweet little girl
the day we met
i thought u'd grow into a lady
so i waited
there you go baby
i gotta let you live
so you've been telling me.
Grid looping form, an enigma
Polarities divide
Head and heart pure, free of stigma
Thunderous joy inside
Analyse not; enjoy
Free of ego borne ploy
Time not now, to be coy
Benign bliss storm
Grid looping form
27-September-2021
Quietus
MIND
marvels of mind with
infinite capacity
to think, analyse.
01/28/20
Third Place
'Senryu on Mind' Contest by Jenish Somadas
'
Waking Up
And then you hear something
That surprises you in a shocking way
You think you knew it all
And then you understand you don’t
Don’t analyse where you are
And where you were
Be aware you’ll never really know
Confusion is the state of norm
Until you’re satisfied and calm
When it’s good the struggle ends
It's fortunate you’ve arrived.
David Cox 14/06/21
As a wise old owl
From a branch of a tree.
With eyes wide open
Looked at me
Intently, with his big staring eyes
What is he trying to analyse
What thoughts are coming into his mind
What information will he find?
From staring fixedly at me
To add to this Owl's vocabulary.
That he will hide behind his eyes
Eyes that we humans think
That makes all Owls look wise.
it is inherent in us
if you can judge yourself
honestly you wont be judging
others when you point a finger
three fingers are pointing at you
try and see now when you stop
judging patience will fill your cells
you have done what they have done
yesterday or day before analyse
and yu will do wat they have done
tomorrow or the day after
so judge easy
sep 19 2016
5.40 am
Form:
Listen to your inner voice,
return to childhood and
let those instincts free.
Become a child once more.
See things through their eyes
like unicorns, fairies and elves.
Do not stop and analyse just act
on your gut feeling its seldom wrong.
The more you can let go the freer
you are of modern travesties'.
And can return to a natural way
free from stress of every day life.
Sometimes I just like being alone
Away from other humans
To be on my own
Nobody there to analyse
No-one to judge
Or criticise
Only me to please
No catering to another
Trying to appease
Nobody to entertain
No awkward or negative mood
Nothing to explain
No-one making the atmosphere tense
Being irritated or annoyed
No false pretence
Sometimes I just like being alone……
Student
Would you allow me to argue
In the end so as to agree;
To bear with my “warped” view
To analyse “holy” decree?
Would you deny me a chance
To free my mind and express
To liberate my soul with dance
I might feature in the Press;
For, keys on creativity’s gate
Are Argument and Debates?
With self we argue or deliberate
To expunge all that conflates!
JM
28th January 2014
Sometimes I just like being alone
Away from other humans
Just be on my own
Nobody there to analyse
No-one to judge
Or criticise
Only me to please
No catering to another
Trying to appease
Nobody to entertain
No awkward or negative mood
Nothing to explain
No-one making the atmosphere tense
No Irritation
No false pretence
Sometimes I just like being alone….with me!
Can't analyse the type of love I feel
when all I want to do is scream: "Don't die."
It's not like Cancer. It just seems unreal -
and, even though, sure, I've been close myself, why
would I want to understand this? Yet, I do -
but won't accept that suicide's okay.
But, if it is, should I go that way, too?
Because you just won't see another way,
and I just can't face living without you.
“PERFECT ISOLATION”
Days drift from one to another
nights restless--gray
steadily... mundane monotony loses magnitude
Obligatory conversation—social interaction
dwindle away
intolerable interruptions of the small minded
Finally boundless to envision all—over analyse
creative minds play
protected by clever syntax of the word
Perfect Island
Perfect Peace
Perfect Isolation
Copyright©2013—Kim van Breda
“This universe is differentiated into spheres, seven Swargas and seven Patalas.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Brahman the absolute alone exists,
who by His will all the worlds manifests,
realms of contrast where delusion persists
until exhausted, soul’s ego lust rests,
renouncing forever earth bound conquests.
We need not analyse realms and domains.
Let’s focus instead on cleansing soul’s stains.
Emotions block my thoughts
I just can’t connect the dots
Frustration in communication
All I need is a sanity donation
I choose to use a crazy gauge
Emotive words on a single page
Free my hearts silly complexity
Breaking the cycle of passivity
Strife results in over analyse
Emotions just end up in lies
Writing down my confusion
seems to bring a conclusion
a Dose of poetry every day
keeps my zany crazy at bay
Constable
To pinpoint or to finger a Constable
Is treasonous and abominable
Dockets and summons may state:
‘Charged for subverting the State!’
Reorientation my men deserve
They know no longer who to serve.
They fast run with the swift hare
Sharing its calamities of the snare
Then hunt with the ravenous hound
Whose victims are death-bound.
Could he have trained to chase
And not to analyse the case?!
JM
09th February 2014
Your 'Perseverance' far away
We hear has landed just this day.
Thirty million miles and more,
Now in that crater it explore,
And take samples to analyse.
Could we be in for big surprise?
Was that 'Red Planet' once alive?
And why did life there not survive?
Maybe environmental stress,
That left all life-forms in a mess.
Perhaps, in this, there is a clue
As to what climate change can do.
I now reflect on our planet.
And see how we are wrecking it.
APPLE
An apple is source of wisdom
achieved by First Lady Majestic Eve.
She shared half with husband Adam.
Anyone will agree to believe.
Sir Isaac Newton was too curious,
as apple fell free on ground.
Scientist tried to analyse serious.
‘Law of Gravity’ was found.
10/07/19
'A Strand (1069)
Contest by Brian Strand
Always be merciful
Admire truth
Encourage ever for creativeness
Earn fame for parents
Be earnest and simple
Help eradicating poverty
Unite to end terrorism
Undo corruption
Acquire universal knowledge
Follow the paths of great
Accept the blessings of wise
Analyse the holy epics for truth
Above all be polite,evade arrogance
We may ignore all,but please be an adoring Human.
---------------------------------------------------
By Sellamuthu Kandasamy
Lure of luxury
Mingle with the elite
I will be swept off my feet
Impressive facilities
Appalling abilities
I want to improve
And find a social groove
Big money I will pay
So that I can play
I love my sports
And people of all sorts
Something is not right
I analyse my plight
Money is their game
I’m just a name
Polite to my face
Another verbal ace
Conned I feel
What a rip off deal
Not destined for a good time
Didn’t expect the three month leaving fine
On a recent trip I was gone
but not for long
to Eastern Oregon
where I saw my first chukar
(a partridge-like bird pronounced 'chucker')
which in time
compelled me to analyse
and revise
an old and pleasant pheasant rhyme
give it the feathery touch
and in the end
regale my Oregonian friends
with a resounding recital
of...
'I'm not a chukar plucker
I'm a chukar plucker's son
and I'm only plucking chukars
'til the chukar plucker comes'
Above the crown chakra we sense,
a moist cauldron oozing with bliss
and as we breathe in love’s incense,
we’re bestowed Divine Mother’s kiss.
Though beyond boundary of skin,
as we are therein anointed,
with each breath we anew begin,
our attention single pointed.
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir,
conjoined as a collective whole,
with joyous heart pleased to concur,
with our newly ordained life role.
We analyse not boons of grace,
as steps toward God we retrace.
we have now known for a while
futile is our ego’s guile
for life as it’s manifest
is but a test in light jest
poised in the in between stage
where no fires of desire rage
as in but not of the world
we lie in cave of heart curled
all doings are done by God
who dwells in mind-body pod
thus as the false falls away
we see the truth clear as day
grazed by life’s offered surprise
there’s nothing to analyse
for all that is, is pure bliss
graced by Divine Mother’s kiss