Short Tumbler Poems

Shiny in confines
ricocheted thoughts tumble on
and emerge as gems....

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Splashes of white drip
Frosted glass tumbler shattered
Calcium based drink

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Tears from a straw,
heartache from a tumbler

Ice from a memory
—fire from my heart

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)...

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between waking and sleeping
or dreaming and deep sleep state
where are we when the tumbler falls

31-August-2021...

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playback in slow motion
reveals when the tumbler falls
that awake in moment of transition
noumena behind phenomena soul recalls

09-May-2023...

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When and how does the tumbler fall,
enabling our shift into sleep,
enlivening dreams we recall,
except for state of slumber deep,
greeted at morn, with a bliss squall?...

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POTTER


Slick  clay spinning in hand.

Thumbs thicken, 

Fingers squeeze fine

The forming mass into line,

And define the holloware:

Jug,  cup, tumbler, to fill up full....

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eureka moment
space flickers
a petal opens
a tumbler falls
the veil is pierced
but there’s no witness
except pristine awareness 
ensouling that earth vessel
and of course, God Himself...

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are we awake
when the tumbler falls
in as at the moment of flicker
between waking and sleeping state
that conscious in lucid dreams
we refine our responses 
fast tracking ascent...

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I open the milk to pour some in a tumbler
Only to find it has turned so sour
I scrunch up my nose in decided dishumour
Finding the vile taste like an unwanted tumour
I look at the white liquid as I pour it down the drain
I find no words to show the exaggerated pain
Sour milk...

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I love the gnomes
I m drawn to them
One time I had twelve
I  named all of them
I named him Chris
He holds a gift for me
Another one I named 
Charlie
I have a tumbler
With gnomes and hearts
shapes
When waiting in a line 
It called out to me
So I bought it
I take my tumbler 
everywhere I go...

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As stillness gradually settles down
A tumbler within trips noiselessly
Fulcrum in void of formlessness 
Observes mind-body nonchalantly

The fabric of space our presence 
Infusing in identity stillness & silence
Emptiness of form vibrant with bliss
Imbibing & reflecting divine fragrance 

24-August-2020...

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Wine, not cheap; 
sparkling in a place half-spent
and yearning for my tongue.
It is proud of rising bubbles,
as sees them small
as in champagne.

It admires its tumbler,
for it missed out school
on day of proper glasses
when the teacher
held one out to class
and magnified the wine.





10/15/2015...

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How does joy anoint flowing sneeze
When does the tumbler fall
What’s the trigger of stress release
Pull of joyful bliss squall 

Though heart is the centre
Pure of thought may enter
Grace divine our mentor

Where lies scent midpoint 
How does joy anoint

22-December-2021
Quietus ...

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He touched her soul
He touched her deep
Now she is left to weep
He was the depth of her

“Tears of Regret”
Tears like a river
Remembering how she quivered
Falling in tumbler
Regrets, reminiscing 
Second guessing
Time passing without noticing
Wasted hours, days and months 
Occupied with this pain

© Roshan Mumtaz
17:02:13...

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I exhale
before each inhale.

I unfurl the umbrella
before I jump.

Exhale.
Rarefied air

slows the descent,
spelunking, searching

for the key 
that unlocks

the safe where
I placed your heart.

Inhale. 
Jet streams

lift me up
over the cresting

clouds. Exhale.
Sunset. Inhale,

the sun rises,
streaming through

the keyhole. Exhale,
the first tumbler falls....

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How to navigate the path leading to liberation?

Loosening mind-body identification
Recognising that our attention is held in packets of time
Silence and stillness our orientation 
Unhurriedly shifting fulcrum nearer to conscience chime

What happens in meditation is this: we exit hypnotic trance
Tumbler within falls noiselessly; revealing self-luminescence 

06-August-2020...

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"Drop that thought ego begot
Hermit, be thou thus self-taught"
___________________

an invisible tumbler falls
a hidden veil drops away
a bubble of delusion bursts
urging others to follow suit
unglued from tendencies

such eureka moments
lead us back to the source
where we are and were
but momentarily clouded
by thought now relinquished

15-December-2022...

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The songs we sing
With a smile winsome
A journey without movement 
Into Gods kingdom

Each moment reborn
Magically falls the tumbler
No doing need be done
Save eyes open in wonder

The journey thus far
Beyond our feeble imagination
Each peak a new trough 
Thus unending is our meditation 

No frivolous thoughts left to scatter
Whilst immersed in bubbling laughter

04-September-2020...

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“within the void of each polarity interchange
abiding therein, we imbibe divine stirrings strange”

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The in between stage
Just as tumbler falls
Sleeping to waking
Pristine awareness
Centred in the heart

Ego asleep
At that moment
Feel, oh hermit
Soundless thunder

We may choose
Here and now
To be thus

Silence
Reveals

Bliss

16-December-2020...

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the key to love is letting go 
still i don't wanna pin you down
that quiet click'll let you know
and i'll turn your love around

i got the key right here
i got the jimmy to your heart
i'm gonna turn your tumbler
gotta fit to your key part

maybe you feel stuck tight
can't open up for awhile
don't worry now, it's alright
we'll open it up and smile

oil for the spring's the thing
to open what the futures bring

© Goode Guy 2012-11-19...

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When the world disappoints
When your friends let you down
When the package’s too small
When the aches won’t subside
When the suds seem too dull
When your choice show gets axed

There’s always Bud Light
or bourbon on ice
Perhaps a Mai Tai
Maybe some fine wine
Cup of therapy

You’ll have a pal
in a tumbler
That won’t fail you
Won’t disappoint

Your aide will
pick you up
off the floor

Liquid 
chum and

patch


***For David's Contest...

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A tumbler climbs a rain 
in all crimelessness.
Perhaps you will never know 
my in******ting self. The thirst has
become a river.

A pile of books and I cannot read.
The shadow lengthens on the wall.
An eagle melts in the air.
They are shifting him for amputation.
Truth cannot walk.

I become my father tonight 
and watch the house burning .
I am told there was lot of bleeding before.
There will be no need to rescuscitate.
The dead man says, why not ?



Satish Verma...

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Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning
the unreachable pink-light.
Ambrosia-
was searching a geometric center
of a smoking hub.

Flame-
of a bonefire was leaping
towards a topless tumbler.
The midriff
will spell a disaster.

A nomadic-
sleepwalker had become incandescent,
starts a prayer
for a condemned enemy.

My body was a river.
flowing-
on the impacted rocks of violence.
Was non-violence still relevant
in turbulent times ?

Give me some unreason today.


Satish Verma...

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when sleep upon us creeps
in restful stillness deep
simply looking
at body mode changing
we may if we choose
without resistance or excuse 
allow mind-body to rest
whilst attentive at a crest

when falls the cognitive tumbler
body slips into slumber
as of its organic function
whilst we remain in meditation 
employing formless awareness 
independent of in-form consciousness 
going in within as a bliss mist
no aspect resident which may resist

09-August-2020...

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