Short Unceasing Poems
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longevity
durable, stable
everlasting, enduring, remaining
career, antique, love, eternity
surviving, undying, unceasing
hardy, tenacious
constancy
love always triumphs
in spite of hate abounding
emotional highs
with unceasing happiness
served up by people we love
written August 12, 2021
love always triumphs
in spite of hate abounding
emotional highs
with unceasing happiness
served up by people we love
reposted January 30, 2022
Sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught
But don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within
It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought
That nag me in the wee small hours and stay under my skin
First fight for breath,
struggle unceasing.
First cry escapes,
heart beats unending.
Mind dims, years pass.
Lungs tire, heart tears.
To stop is to die.
First fight goes on.
First struggle continues.
But death stalks.
But death stalks.
B-irthday
R-emembrance
O-f
O-verflowing
K-indness
E-mploys
L-ove's
U-nceasing
C-ompassion
H-eartily
I-mplementing
C-omposition's
H-appiness
Topic: Birthday of poetess Brooke Luchich (February 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
You may not think so
but deep down within
you know
our lives entwined a half century ago
joined and combined in our desires
then lingering forever in our love.
At last, as time remains unceasing
ever moving quickly forward
at last
I know you.
A cup of green tea
Starts my day
The taste is marvelous
The health benefits unceasing
Aroung the world
Green tea awakens millions
Enjoy it!
For health and happiness
is omething everbody needs
Peace & Love to you
From NYC's Lower East Side
Branches billowing,
Churning with the wind,
The chill in the air,
Feels calming today,
You’re twenty years old,
I feel ancient,
You share my age,
But not stature,
You outshine me,
I feel time,
It jogs on,
Unceasing,
I’m here,
Willow,
Tree.
Current stabilisation
Unceasing pulse
Divine love radiation
Manifest at once
Palms & feet ignited
Resplendent glow
In solitude delighted
By electricity flow
No longer sporadic
Is the magnetism
Divine elixir eclectic
Fills all chasms
Within
09-October-2020
an unceasing
longing
unfolds
leisure..
time:
a gloomy
infinite
in prospect,
the outlook
so uncertain,
the ancient
no longer
flourishes...
the curtain
is about
to
fall
The sedate, marvelous morn.
It is incised into the wondrous ,
delighted,, greenish star ,
The sun is sowed in a melodic ,
amazing orchids.
An unceasing felicity fills
with an enriched, charming
run-let.
An exceptional, great gladness
flooding, the extraordinary
rivulet.
Moments of gold
Ones to remember
Impossible to hold
Golden flakes of ember
Luminous dust
Twinkling hope
Unceasing gust
Of agile smoke
Won’t be attained
Can’t be secured
As with all good things
The lines are blurred
Inhale the haze
And hold your breath
The ethereal blaze
Warns of death
imagine the sardines
in the tube
swimming round and round
against an unceasing
mock current
do they know their place?
Doomed to live as an aquatic chandelier
as perpetual showmen for the sake of our “knowledge”
Do they know?
Im terrified to think that they might not,
because then maybe we dont either.
G-od will never leave you
I-n times of trouble;
N-either will the Father
E-nd nor cut His love so ample.
B-e faithful and true,
A-lmighty God is there;
L-et your life remain
I-n His unceasing care.
N-everending grace first of June
G-ives a blessing or two;
W-eather the storms of life,
A-s God will never leave
Y-ou.
L-ess talk and more work
O-pen the door for success;
R-eaching the greatest goal
I-s unceasing or
E-ndless.
J-ust need less talk and more work,
A-im at finishing the race;
V-ictorious journey in life
I-s based on God's grace.
E-leventh of December Monday,just listen not to the jerk;
R-iver that runs deep in silence has less talk and more work.
Watchfully looking
Poised attention
Without seeking
Flowing in elation
The thus continuum
An unceasing flow
Throbbing sensorium
Is with bliss aglow
Reflex fulcrum
Centred in bliss
Devoid of ego residuum
Joyful - nothing amiss
Ever flowing in ecstasy
Love marks not time
Bliss throb in continuity
Ineffable rapture sublime
17-October-2020
One man,
a pen that never halts,
unceasing along the page.
One man,
a world to see,
a word to write.
One man,
alone without himself,
with all around fading.
One man,
sitting in his chair,
staring out.
One man,
his hand still at last,
his pen lays beside the page,
around him lays papers,
thousands thrown aside.
One man,
A hundred years,
One word.
One man,
a pen that never halts,
unceasing along the page.
One man,
a world to see,
a word to write.
One man,
alone without himself,
with all around fading.
One man,
sitting in his chair,
staring out.
One man,
his hand still at last,
his pen lays beside the page,
around him lays papers,
thousands thrown aside.
One man,
A hundred years,
One word.
The purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
we spotted roadblocks in the countryside
Beyond this stage genuine realms and ages
the purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
Mankind is flawed humanity is tarnished
Evil and unethical events contributed to his death
the purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
we spotted roadblocks in the countryside
Written May 3, 2021
unceasing, unstoppable
a force of nature, this rain
the sun no sooner pops out
here come the clouds and my hopes are dashed again
wretched, muddy, soggy trails
far too slippery to hike
a day that I regretted
winter’s constant rain is what I most dislike
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An Endecha, in quatrains of 7x:7a:7x:11a, intended to be a lament or a "sad song that locks up a moan"
We both left
Our sinking love
Without a cause
Tears tearing eyes
Flowed unceasing.
For no reason,
An unknown 'why'
We have sacrificed
Our burning passion
Meadering our souls.
How could something
Loved so much
Hurt ice deep?
We now desire
Coming back still
A string broken
Difficult to mend
Have tried tired
To love again
Just like before...
I can't
I'm so sorry...
there is this unceasing play within
an oscillation to which we are witness
our stillness fulcrum tranquil and sanguine
whilst attention flows in form and formlessness
both aspects experiential have their own validity
cognised by self aware awareness noumenon
renewing bliss throb in seamless continuity
breezing through manifest phenomenon
29-January-2021
‘Who am I’ an unanswerable question
The questioner being in a hypnotic trance
The mind that asks itself requiring negation
Dissolution of identity being our only chance
Clue being ‘what is that that neither comes nor goes’
That that experiences unaffected as formless awareness
Silence & stillness revealing our Self as bliss in repose
Resonating with Ohm in an unceasing flow of blissfulness
Twenty Seventeen
Who am I on January 2nd,
Am I who I was on November 1;
More dominoes have fallen,
How quickly, increasing, unceasing.
So deep in loneliness gripping;
Hungover without the wine,
And blind to what meditation
Reveals quickly, and as quickly steals.
I rattle between the crash of symbols,
Concentration stolen away;
Who am I on January 2nd?
Let the future have its way.