Short Whirring Poems
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City in a fog
Morning’s bleary eyes open
Lone soul witness to
Sixth-floor birds eye view, coffee
Whirring – warm in this moment.
hush whirring worries
let calm and faith take over
cradled in God's arms...
*** July 27, 2010
for Linda's Soul Speaks senryu :)
Outside my window, hark! a tweet
Alarm clock opens, a whirring twitter
These words' meanings, we depleted
Their message, away we frittered
I love the way it spins around,
Milkshake mixer's whirring sound,
Lots of milk, chocolate flavour,
What a drink it is to savour,
Better still as it goes down.
cavity at our jugular notch deepens
even as our third eye lets out a sigh
cause by magnetic wheel therein whirring
that soon in the void soul may wingless fly
the dawn’s scuttlebutt
dovetails with the dishwasher
whirring and tweeting
the wagging of beaks and wings
movement of a writer’s hands
with the monsoon rains,
a green June bug came whirring,
to our living room~
my smart cat after playing,
gulped down this hapless victim.
Echoes, thoughts thrown off-course
illusive as in "vision blurring"...
ennui, with nothing to reinforce
imagery. Silence disturbed by purring,
odd admixture of buzzing and whirring.
Hand of Mechanical Mayhem,
wrought upon the Ghosts of the Machine,
lost in the Whirring Cog of the Lunar Alignment,
where a Shepard’s Pie cooked in the beam of light.
Dinner is done.
cartwheels of energy
whirring, rotating
within each cell
as a whole looping form
an enigma we do not analyse
for it is what it is
an endless evolution
in divine entwined celebration
we are waiting
without seeking
content feeling
rapture peaking
toroidal heart
gently purring
nodes in form
begin whirring
bliss is as it is
ever present
each life breath
moon crescent
Holy Crap, going to be fifty degrees today
Can't believe it, something is out of whack, I say
The buds are stirring
Warm winds are whirring
Quite delusional, maybe bumped my head in the night, eh
The whirring of the ion drive,
The zig-zig movement of the illuminati,
Across the sky,
A pyramid police force,
And a mind reading eye,
The power to beam realities on people's minds,
And an intricate eye.
They have arrived.
Form:
a fallen blossom
stolen by a whirring breeze ~
sweeps along daybreak
Submitted for...
Hi-Ku(6) Place Promise Poetry Contest.(Winner: 10th Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/09/2021
the suction force magical
of the guru chakra
draws in the essence of soma
from the whirring third eye
upwards, upwards, through itself
into the crown chakra
that as a seamless whole we be
entwined with universal mind
so be it
My team lost – 32-0.
But in my defense
It was just me
Against the whirring windmill
Of a seven year old.
I told her I was
70 years older than her
She laughed and said
“just play the game Papa,
Just play the game”
John G. Lawless
©3/23/2022
My Chaos
I am boiling in oil;
My personal catastrophe;
Whirring like a western dirt devil;
The devil’s got hold of me.
I stop – I believe I am called,
To look toward a heavenly face,
I feel a surge of quiet joy,
I rest in this chaos of place.
Back at the ranch
The 'new normal'
is a case
of Bud
in the basement fridge
Meanwhile
A/C grinding away
TV flickering
Clumps of munchies
stuck to the upholstery
Kids glued to devices
whirring away --
Hey, Where'd Hope go?
Conversation-enders
abound
My buzzing, humming, whirring gears have stopped. The manual doesn't have a chapter for this. Warm hands brush away my hair, and the circuit boards spark. Wires glow with electricity, and I gladly overheat.
I'm losing control, and the circuits override,
Error 404
pristine forest just behind you
lost where no one else will find you
off across the vast domain
of your childhood you remain
don't reveal your clockwork crystals
whirring,spinning
in the mist all
things will right themselves
in time
never
consecrate
the crime
energised palms
whirring third eye
enlivened spine
tingling soles
the Bindu point
and open fontanel
orbits toroidal heart
as the energy grid
hums with power
graced by spirit
all centres in unison
echo bliss pulsations
signalling cooperation
in the dance divine
Angel’s wings beat very softly.
Most people, in fact, do not hear them at all,
When danger comes or sorrows arise in life.
If you listen closely, you will hear them
Softly whirring, majestically sent to minister to you,
When God answers your prayers- as on Him you call.
caress of bliss as soft as a feather
or as a wheel whirring at any node
each pore a door pulsating together
the void of no-thingness is our abode
where vibrant presence sings to God an ode
wonder struck sensing bliss magnetism rise
with each breath ushering a new surprise
In-flight
In pheromone
Honeysuckle perfume
Insect antennae knot freshly
bouquet.
In breeze
I feel your breath
rustle shiny reeds
of my stints' hapless hinterland
you learn.
A vest
of velveteen
gleaming wings that trembled
Turn to a whirring glint beneath
full moon.
Sitting in the middle of the road
Surrounded by the cyclone of traffic
Whirring in opposite directions
Windows closed, eyes front, minions
Mindful of the presence of one
Misguided middle of the roader
Unable to understand the
Urgency of either side
John G. Lawless
©12/17/2021