Short Circadian Poems

Doctor, my
 
   'Saccadian rhythms'

        Eyes, not ears......

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A humming-bird hums 
A harmonious hymn-
Of circadian rhythm
And alleviates tension !...

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O circadian singsong
of yearling’s cockcrow cooing
flautist opus slays

3/29/2018...

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Out of step was I in my insomniac prison, finally breaking out to recapture some of my circadian rhythm.




2-14-18...

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Miserable MONDAY
Torrid TUESDAY
Woeful WEDNESDAY
Terrible THURSDAY
Frenzied FRIDAY
Sorrowful SATURDAY

SUBLIME SUNDAY....carpe diem PRAISE THE LORD...

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When the moon obscures the sun 
close your eyes and don't look up
Let your circadian rhythm speak 
to your heart, and do not fear 
for the sun will reappear, soon.
  
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circadian crow
contoured cock hails sunburst dawn…
windmill churns gleamed cloud

April 27, 2020
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Morning Praise
Sponsor : Raul Moreno...

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Wind,
look how 
wild it blows
across the waves;
Ancient melody;
A song of catharsis,
whitecaps wash the pain away;
The innate noise bestowed on you 
it cancels out the internal drum;
Ocean breezy circadian rhythms....

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lessons in circadian rhythms of life…


here 
all
alone
in the crowd
of my thoughts

my mind 
weaves through
the present wave of time

shaping fragile realities
from the bitter sweep cup
of life’s circadian experiences

all of which
whose lessons
are yet to be discerned....

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Beyond the measure and mead
of circadian rhythm and habitual rhyme
beyond the frequencies and amplitudes
of perambulating waves and recalcitrant lines
Beyond the clamor and din of nutmeg and time
cleavers and butchers and earthmen who climb
Atop the weathered brow of
life's grand conflagration
an old man disembarked at the final destination...

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Eyelids heavy with sleep
I suffer in silence so deep
Mentally ill, be quiet and still
Depressed and anxious at will 

The circadian rhythm disrupted
My health surely corrupted
The economy they blame 
Illness and politics the same

Take-over bids abound
Power struggles all around
Capturing bodies and souls
The voters barely know their roles...

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HOPE WEATHERING THE TRYING TIMES 

In the winter solstice
Of struggle,
Nets of justice and equality
Lay rotting in the inclement trying times;
Yet hope prevails.
Out of the circadian celestial revolution
Of nature’s chiming seasons,
The healing Sun will rise 
To resurrect the fallen leaves of change
And melt away
The freezing snows of injustice....

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"The Necessary Mission"

The heart has pages
that unfurl daily 
out from under 
blankets of
circadian rhythm
like petals stretch
and turn over 
again and again
the reach rich 
forever eternal 
turns inwards
embyronic 
nightshade returns
the necessary mission
when Morning arrives
the heart has pages


(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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The cycle they speak of
simmering regeneration
folded back upon itself
spinning graceful
behaving oddly like
repetitious Nature blindfolded
Yet transported to the present
in the past
treading mercy
Through the wheel like another
carriage return
mindful of Circadian limits
peering in a moment of
extrinsic reclassification
but all the while
sitting on the edge
of Home...

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Like the dawning sun
Our liberty is coming soon
The light of the full moon
Reflecting the journey

In circadian rhythm
The seasons come and go
As the laws of nature
Give each a time to be free

Like the seasons
We are children of the sun
And the laws of nature
Supersede the laws of man

As with the seasons
A change is going to come
And the winter of inequality
Will fade into the spring of liberty...

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Well versed are traversed
.....the fully immersed,
versatile thru the turnstiles
left behind are footprints
that go on for miles....

Magnetic is the wheel
that you constantly feel
circadian is the rhythm
....souls migratory zeal,
compasses direction
.......in chaotic spin,
intoxication is the motion
unknowing whereupon to begin....

The flow of the energy,
eventually pulls....
unified synergy,
lifting heads above in lull.........

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the weary sun slowly retired
to the waiting horizon
completing his daily chores
and his tomorrow assured

the night gracefully watched
the fingernail moon peaking out
and clouds teased
as her circadian struggle
to fulfillment began

the carnival of night creatures
celebrated their liberation
and the flora welcomed cooling dew
as ebony aromas filled the air:

capturing the nocturnal scene
we surrendered
savoring sweet sable dreams...

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Listen to poem:

Your colour, Green
You are a Belter
Sunny side up 
A helter-skelter 
Of emotions

My soul recharged
From brighter skies 
Bubble of joy
From the prickly lies
Of the world

Our hearts and minds
You fondly nourish
Circadian reset
Love with a flourish
Of colour

Intense in tents
Intent on intimate
Introspection 
Delivering deliberate 
Conversation

Above all
A high beauty yield 
Back home to a
Beloved Boughton field 
In August...

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Imagine, you and me, in a courtyard of aged stone
where the ivy crawls in twisted ways
can we remain, yet in contact
no thought makes me happier.
Covering the brick, is green hair, a marble carving
candles glowing bright, lights up the entire courtyard
your fingers softly and gently clasping mine
we could be touching then.
Since meeting you, I'm lost in the circadian rhythm of you
chattering to one another about simple things
I hold that memory in my mind....

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LOVE CASTLE

Imagine, you and I, in a courtyard of aged stone
Where the ivy crawls in twisted ways
Can we remain, yet in contact
No thought makes me happier

Covering the brick, is green hair, a marble carving
Candles glowing bright, lights up the entire courtyard
Your fingers softly and gently clasping mine
We could be touching then

Since meeting you, I'm lost in the circadian rhythm of you
Chattering to one another about simple things
I hold that memory in my mind...

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PATIENCE

There she stands alone
All seasons she’s been there.

The rain doused her beauty
The sun pulped her caput
Harmattan shroud her wit
And circadian ambiance
Robbed her Regard.

Her espoused lovers all gone
To the harlot Desperation.
Only silence heaved in her heart
A burden like Aso rock.

Yet she strive
On and on for fulfillment….
And one day all her lovers
Shall be awed at her triumph.

But then she cannot wait on
As much the length of six feet!

Itsoghole O. S....

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