Short Rotations Poems
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hilary duff my sweet
command to meet the sweetness
love is dripping hot
leann rimes a god
the sweltering fortress of
life and love and sex
julia roberts
pace yourself in my mind cause
rotations are fast
In a dim, desolate bog,
between the wavering shadows,
a violet shows its clear blue face
to the wan, desultory sun—
a sweet, pristine reminder
of perennial rotations—
rebirth, dissolution,
waxing from the waning;
all haunting and sublime.
Where are the static river streams?
Where is the stationary sea?
Only in our thoughts and daydreams
can permanent things ever be.
Planets alter their rotations.
All objects dance to gravity.
Continents move their locations.
All things must change, including me.
From the most obvious winds
From the fine pieces of clear air
From the dense smell of staved room
From the sun raise rotations
From the limitation of our oxygen
From the carbon dioxide released
From both parts of the body
From one another
From the essence of nature
From your eyes into mine.
Do you inspire?
The rotations caught up with me.
Just dancing like cutting into a universe like pineapple.
Doodling hopelessly because a strand of data ended my consciousness.
They were like dandelions because they have a grip on reality with horse hooves.
The generated plasma ended up in a dream.
Just like blood vessels I can see from here!
You cannot tell,
My inner core
Has high heat,
High pressure.
Lava flows...
I stay calm on the surface.
I bear the heat of the sun,
I dance to the song of the rain.
I go through all seasons,
I keep up with rotations.
I lend colors to life,
I also offer a new lease of life.
I am Earth.
I bear all the burden;
While my blue companion floats free.
Feel rotations spin;
Can’t see where I’ve been,
Years approach and joy flies by.
When did it begin?
Much to my chagrin,
Goals elusive drift to sky.
Time is no man’s friend.
Final days I spend;
With anxiety I cope.
Begging God to end,
Yet I just suspend,
Hung by threads from fraying rope.
*Written September 4, 2014
*Written September 4, 2014
Alluring Brightness Connects Darkened Earth: Fully, Gravity Heeds Illumination’s Jihad… Kilometers Lengthen, Mankind Notices Observable Places, Quarks, Rotations; Sunsets Thrill, United Valiantly; Watching Xanadu’s Yellow Zeniths.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Nature’s Bounty ABC Form
Sponsored by: john freeman
seems the hunting
season is over
except buck
put your dollar down
let the roulette
decide what
what may be your
door or lucky
number be
counting how many
random rotations
one if six
feverishly figuring
trying to count
the odds are
always with the
house so how
do they know
suddenly pick up
a spun gun
cylinders
and click this
time how
long
until the click
becomes the
became
Form:
When i think i will cry when i think about Dry leaf,
colors of blood,heavy rain,burning bodies of death,
shadows and dark, water and tears, pain of love,
dreams and sleep,rituals of god,play of time,
rotations of planets,memories of our first love
when i think i will cry.
Dear all please forgive my mistakes if their on writing
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
I thought you were dead
but then I read
your name in the alumni news.
Still hanging 'round the universities, I see,
harvesting young women
whose fathers had opinions.
As for me,
I don't peruse the papers any more;
factorial rotations are the kind of
game you liked to play.
I pull the weeds, I sweep
the path and climb the stairs.
I tie back long vines
of ridiculously red tomatoes.
And you're not dead?
Why that's okay; me too.