Short Cyclical Poems
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Awake elements
Drouth wrapped in cyclical flow
Fire... Air... Water... Earth
(My third attempt at haiku)
Slipping through the cracks
Seeping into the underground
Slithering through tunnels
Cyclical inconvenience resurfaces
Forgiveness
Rain, river, oceans.
Endless cyclical motion.
Hurt washed from mountains.
by Martin Braun
July 29, 2023
Eternity without
Beginning or end.
God is timeless existence,
Time is viewed cyclically.
Symbol called Ouroboros,
A serpent eating its tail
means cyclical or self-reflexivity.
Adikaran 18/10/12.
Life flows in cyclical rhythm
biorhythm
cycles of change
time rearrange
In prime of life what shall we choose?
Wear the best shoes?
Pies in the skies?
Wide open eyes!
Accepting that I'm getting old
my thoughts turn bold
less compromise
I'm in my eyes
The leaves dancing on the trees. The crinkling steps, the gusts, the natural silence. The unimposing mountains. Laze. Existence that validates itself. Ephemeral, cyclical, beautiful. An old distant friend that you may never truly know.
I love you because what else would I do
On the seventh ray
Of the fourteenth sun
Death hath come twofold
Arose a Titan in this age
Amidst this nimbus looms darkness
Betwixt the ash and sage
Approach cyclical ritual
Dousing wings in feral flames
Latent gravidity does surmise
For upon my resurrection
Eos I shall rise
CONTOURED FINALE
inexpressible
experiences
historically
synaesthethically
successively
simultaneous
juxtaposed
with
manifest
appealing
hesitant
accompaniment
of
exalted
pedestrian
abstract
fantastical
structures
coming-together
in
cyclical
significance
Not quite on hold
but holding on for sure
Cyclical unfolding
that we both endure
Over the horizon
uncertainty at best
Each day a fresh arising
by which we are blessed
Orbiting ever lower
‘gainst gravity’s harsh pull
Only tugs the mortal coil;
free, our hearts are full
There is nothing like the melancholy
That lives deep within me
At times I struggle with this ravaging beast
As it tries to consume me whole
But nothing could ever overpower a soul
As the battle ends
And the defeated beast
Crawls back into hibernation
I wonder how long until
Its next cyclical appearance
And the level of its intensity
Form:
Dawn drinks daylight.
Sunshine spreads supremely.
Briskly brightens bays and beaches.
Restless readers reclined rise up.
Freshness flashes fair faces.
Wildlife awakens watches.
Life loves lusciously.
Man makes much merriment.
Responsibility reckons…repeatedly.
Continuity continues its cyclical connection.
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Boundless, affixed upon the instant beyond the limit of my gaze.
Shapeless, undulating fractal expanse reveals as observed from without the mosaic aria.
Origin, speculations abound upon the fabrics cyclical essence.
Then, the instant proceeding the moment of origin, elegance.
Now, is as then the instant, the elegance of that moment.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
UNEQIVOCAL TYPOLOGY
diatrobes
in
modern
disguise
of
cyclical
reflections
evolving
backwards
symptoms
of
a sense
of renewal
with
accelerating
implications
in
an
assimulating
spectrum
of
permutations
&
reverting
ad infinitum
into
poetic shadowy
appearances
of
necessity
Beside a singing Brook
Winter breath lingering
Ghost of Exhalation
Drifting slowly wild
Joining Stream's cyclical pulse
Infusion with my blood through sound
Mind becomes the flow
Singing subconscious to the Sea
Where waves kiss my fractured thoughts
I dance as one
Within a vast heaving womb
Re-born from storm's revelry
To stand within the lightning
Back beside a singing Brook
Some are clearly Buddhist
while others are painted egos,
like Catholic effigies.
Species preach
their own cyclical creed;
melodies as pretty
as a Sufi poem
or gritstone in the zealot's caw.
It is the reverberation
of light and sound
that we recognize,
the feathered mantra's,
Psalms for the solar plexus.
Then there are the faithless calls
of mockingbirds -
there's always a 'then'.
Dew dots the folicles of the earth,
raised in static praise of what came and left,
what dreams did come.
Blades drank down to dirt and marrow,
parched and harrowed, juandiced in the light of Ra.
But he has gone the way of Tiamat.
Now may stray tears enter the cyclical fray;
the dividing line, terminus heralding the coming of the day.
A vintage season, come to stay and greave for the end of an age.
not neapolitan
pizza with just basil
cheese and a marinara
sauce sweet but oh so spicy
in Chaucer's time she
would have been a day's
eye as the sun crosses the
sky with all the flower heads
following failing
to capture her true
light as the day eases
into night and so to sleep
we become
a daisy chain
completing the
cyclical but not to
be the
forgetful
change of
life and our
limbs
Form:
Spurned faces muck in the dust
Raised by ceaseless motion
Of cyclical concerns
Waves settle in lapped sounds
Falling into synchronicity
On the line of the horizon
Plummet line sun draws tight things
Moon soothes caress, balm of the earthbound creatures
Clouds fly slow fast
Petrified in yawning quick glory of surprise
Breakthroughs
Drawn up and through
Splayed upon the dimensionless
Foreground
Dorrie Ann left Herman again.
It happens on a cyclical schedule.
October, January, April and July.
A quad-yearly thing.
We cousins take her in.
Knowing in a day or two Herman will show up.
Sweet, with candies and maybe flowers.
He will sweet talk her back home
because he is tired of frozen food.
Dorrie Ann could be annoying after the
second day but none of us know this because
Herman’s pattern is cyclical too.
Solitude of eternity
Permeates both living and dead
Dawn rises…dusk falls…dawn rises
The cycle of day and night continues
Only knowing apathy’s companionship
Realization beyond fingertips clutch
Always upon the gusting winds of time
As death claims His prey yet again
Within that final rasping of breath
That hot abrupt moment of nothing
A cyclical repetition
And the song of eternity’s solitude
Begins…yet again
Eva Green Betrothed as Wept
Lady Sade
In the house of perjury and illness
The mind cannot process
The Hague
In ones lifetime
As the Hague is a pawn
You are upon earth, earth removes ash
The residue of wealth in war?
Cyclical Expanse
Expulsion of lives
Upon a great expanse of crescent
Unfertile, youthed
Explained
Retained in science
The endocrinologist is beneath all.
She withers her capture
History may be cyclical,
but nothing is the same...
Life lives with time,
but also against time...
Everything follows the same process,
similarities exist,
it may not even change,
but everything is different...
PS SEARCH CHANSON
RIEN N'A CHANGÉ ET POURTANT TOUT ESR DIFFERENT
SINGS - MOUSTAKI GEORGE
Ooze be reality upon the page
Betwixt the courtship of pen and paper
Reveries aid in sustaining spare sage
Refrain he must from such foolish capers
As cyclical evidence he distributes
Yearning to establish a solid voice
Such fervent vocals shan't be silenced mute
Quite a conscious, yet such a wise choice
Devil's dearest a portrayal inclined
Gambling upon his impending death wish
Deeming his existence as asinine
Within spooky graveyards he shall relish
Life is repititious,
cyclical and enduring,
So predictable that
history happens over and
over again,
Breaking the cycles of
dysfunctionality is not easy,
Patterns of familiarity are hard to shake,
If terror and criticisms provide results
it becomes the norm,
People will use those actions until they are worn,
Destroying the life forces around them,
as a nuclear war demolishes when poison
surrounds,
The circular motions perishes everything
growing out of the ground.
The light always
Reveals the shadow
For what it really is.
A fight always
Ends in victory
For the good that’s within.
The sun always
Gives life here on Earth
Its miraculous existence.
After death there are
Forms of rebirth.
Eternal cyclical creation.
The world always
In bouts of conflict and peace.
Evolution, reincarnation.
A soul always
Lives on, while the body remains.
Spirit compensates and the body decays.
The truth always
Within evolving beings.