Short Gyrations Poems
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conjured visualisations
what are they but creations
heart’s desires holding onto hope
to witness the rhythm of bliss gyrations
Elvis Presley, the King
A voice like velvet, he did bring
With gyrating moves, dads cried he’s no saint
But those gyrations made the girls scream and faint!
festivals flare up
in July’s fever
cooler instruments prevail over time
snare-drums’ syncopation
grass skirts' gyrations
blank verse douses their rhyme
Falling from the sky, snow
Flow to the sea, rivers
Found underground, crystal
Faint, far glow, galaxy
Fraught with geometry’s
Fathomless gyrations
Forming life’s fair patterns
9/23/16
KINETICISTA
mobile
gyrations
in patterns
of light
&hadow
in
elaborate
assemblages
reflecting
change
with
moving
effect
in
random
moments
of
ever-changing
sequence
spectacular view
the spring savage gyrations -
path with blue lupines
His pelvis thrusts
awkward gyrations of a sickly man
Bruised sternum erupts will cream filled pustules
Enema pleasing dissidents fond of enigmatic words
Cursed with knowledge, forsaken with guilt, humbled with life
The swirls of life
Currents in the sea
The thrusts of living
Push and pull of loving
Highs and lows of aging
The gusts of fate
Gyrations
The pace of dance
The swaying
And never at rest
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s inner fog,
stunned by a heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
Some call me a contrarian
because I shun the Conga Line
observe the strange gyrations
of a movement serpentine.
I stand alone, often dismayed
they chide me: “C’mon take a chance.”
I dare not tell them that I can’t
Cuz I never learned to dance.
John G. Lawless
©10/20/2021
I'm lost in the sound,
lost in the music,
trapped in the decibel,
caged by the keys,
hidden in the rhythm.
The maze of harmony
complicates my gyrations
controls my movements.
Encore, over and again
is the pattern of this composition
I'm lost in the sound,
i dont wanna be found.
They sing, they dance,
they have rhythm in their pants.
They twist, they turn, easing in the burn,
bop and drop, beyond hip hop,
gyrations sway closing out the day.
Music grooves, sweetest moves,
soft and wild
in the spirit of the child.
Shake your body baby,
music gives you life.
For her own sensual pleasure, she loved to dance
Never giving in again, to her need for romance
for once, long ago, a man had broken her heart
To this wild gypsy woman, the dance was an art
Her torrid gyrations were evidence of her passion
Sensual, her heart to passion
*Phoenix sixain form
Expansion into light
The subtle radiant pulse
Power of tiny, flickering probabilities
Know the mind grows cold and stale
When impaled on doubt and searching
Fighting for clout and certainty
Universal gyrations plug in swiftly
Tempting magnetic minds to change their tune
Erupt in song, nature sings along
Life battery resets for new adventure
FRAGMENTS 8
Dance the dream dance
In the inner circle of flight
As fancy meets fantasy
In the gyrations of emergent
Visions and curious delights
Where flamboyant laughter spills
As ghostly unseen faces oscillate
Into streams of madness
That recoil in the mystic breeze
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
Stunningly scampering snowy week sailings soar
Kinesthetically hovering more and more
Incredibly intriguing impressive chill thrills,
Ineffable curves and crawls betwixt snowy hills
Normal natural, yet, novel navigations
Gorgeously graceful with groundbreaking gyrations...
17 January 2023
Skiing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
sea oats sway
sand spills between toes
whisks of palm frons
bend in gentle song
while salamander's
jerky gyrations
entrance
gulls skirt skies above...
against ember hues
I view sun's last dance
along surf's tranquil
burnt horizon
I marvel at
this holy orchestration
reverberating
pervading
elating
my soul
again
and
again
I danced the dance of the unrestrained,
It felt so good I danced again.
At my gyrations, ladies swooned
(well if not, they would do soon)
I did not care, for this was me
In wild abandon for all to see.
I was hip, I was the man
My dancing moves, they were just grand.
Then I saw my children's faces...
Beetroot red, heads in hands.
Book on lap, propped open...
ears plugged, feel the gyrations!
hark to the beat, the beep!~ follow the
bouncing ball dazzling screen –
I seek to wring my mind, hang-out
in sunlight for drying. I seek to detach collar,
for leash-less fly -- desiring to lead, cease being
a sightless led eye –
feeling need to mark territory
with my own scented splatter --
juke baby,? ?juke?!
head thrown back
sway mama,? ?sway
eyes closed
parted lips
shuffle and slide
shake yo hips
in gyrations rhythmic
vestigial remnants
of another dance
another land
lush? ?and green
and fertile and wild
where women did
shimmy and shake
about the fire
in rhythmic gyration
to welcome
the hunting men
home once more
Juke baby,? ?juke?!
I am lifting
your blood-soaked shirt
giving the latitude to planet
which broke the law.
The elite
wants to know, why you were
still here, when steam was rising
in golden night ?
An extended
grief overtakes the wind
in the flute. You become a free man
walking naked.
The gyres
were calibrating the magi.
An empty niche waits for a Buddha
to take the re-birth.
Satish Verma
Fun writing forms - a fascination.
Some might end in assassination;
others, invectives, wild gyrations.
Voila! perfection… titillations!
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A Droigneach is an Irish quatrain with a bunch of additional "rules" regarding end rhyme length, inner rhymes / cross rhymes, alliteration, start/end sound. This hits most of those, perturbs a few. Just messing around this morning...
He swivels his hips and the felines come running
I am not one of them, I am balcony sunning.
I watch them howl at his gyrations and grinds.
He is such a tease; and he attracts all kinds.
Since he started to dress up like his hero Elvis
He has more action than a street walker’s pelvis.
I roll my eyes, glad I threw him away when I did.
He is my ex-husband, who doesn’t even support our kid.
These days once treasured
monuments are let
to weather away
or are bullied
and bulldozed to rubble.
Others have small cracks
picked at by compulsive minds
bent on excavating small lesions
into large, gaping wounds.
We are left with sad avenues
lined with inflated puppets
convulsing in weird gyrations
by belly fulls of blown air,
each with a power cord
stuck up you know where.
I took one glance and now i'm imprisoned
Your beauty has captivated my vision
My eyes are hypnotized to the gyrations of your hips
My mouth begins to water at the site of ya juicy pink lips
If I could taste them i shall forever live in heavenly bliss
Just to be in ya presence is at the top of my Christmas list
So let me unwrap these arms around ya waist
I refuse to let these emotion go to waste
I choose to expose my desires for all to see
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