"circumvents" poems
To reach our Earth, the
Electromagnetic light
Circumvents all the planets.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
In her dream, a cataract torrent
Crashes to effervescence,
Force and verve, vivacious apparent,
Shoots arrowed iridescence.
In reality, a rivulet meanders,
Blind to mountain, fountain and fell,
Downhill she flows, barely seen,
Pebbles 'n stones part of her scene.
Here she circumvents boulder and rock,
There gives way to shout and shock,
Hiding her head between her knees
She longs to lose herself in the seas.
I knelt down close to hear her cries,
Allowed her tears wash over my eyes,
Caressed her soft water with my hand,
Sprinkled her sweetness o'er the land.
'Sweet stream', I whisper'd, 'The waterfall you dream,
Lives through its awful roar ‘n terror,
But life lives not in its awesome scream,
Life lives not in its horror.'
'Without you, doe could not parch their thirst,
Frogs would not breed or dippers immerse.
Heavenly daughter, jeweled traverse,
One silent ripple is an angel's universe.’
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
A small black cloud circumvents my path as I trail through the world
He loves me, I think, for I fill his needs and provide the excess attention that he strives on
And I love him more than words can describe and, when he does not linger near, I feel lost and anxious
While the world may never understand his place in my life, I know that I could not live without him
But, one day, I'll have to
One day, my shadow will seem empty and silenced
My heart will ache with withdrawal and my ears will bleed without his sweet song
But I will keep breathing
Because the way he touched my life will last forever
While I may not always feel his soft fur along my fingertips
Or have the chance to cuddle him to sleep
I will forever love my sweet cat-son
For he has saved my life every day
With his love for life, innocence against all evils, and the sense of family he provided
Throughout my darkest days and loneliest nights
May you live eternally
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
In fidelity sleeping
a tremulous void
that circumvents
the face of lies.
I’ll tarry here,
where the room
drips madness
thick like congealing
blood in the rain.
And the walls separate
twisting in deception
for my mind unbound
scathed in trembling coals
My blood
I am the madness
Dripping.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
She likes the lights in my room
They highlight everything I love about
Her.
The lights highlight where my lips
Have pressed & my teeth have marked.
She circumvents and understands
The lights when they come to hush.
The way that I touch her.
The way she lays back & enjoys
The thought of my hands
Revealing the parts of her that I cannot
See.
The ridges of her back my tongue
Walks & drowns in slowly.
Soft the way her body
Stretches & yawns (in ecstasy.)
She likes the lights in my room
But more so the way they cut off
When she walks in.
The light gives way the hint of attention.
Shadows fleet before my hand reaches
Hers
Becoming one with the way she yearns.
Her thigh gap at perfect ease
This craving a friend we both welcome
She wears this light for me
Until the switch undresses this yearning
She spreads & undresses for me
Everything I love about her
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
the road gathers itself like a drained old woman,
hunched over rags, beneath the gloomy crag,
sintering as it nears the beach,
worn out through time, impoverished
it has become reflective in the chittering half-light.
Eviscerated by the pawing waves,
contradictory cracks like entrails, hanging out
crushed into solitude , it redefines its continuous retreat.
In the reductive shade
it circumvents the cove, its tarmac withered,
a battered host to foreign weeds.
Sunrise chides the posturing sky, the sulking universal remnants
vanishing in the fenestrated glare. In the near distance, air unravels,
the moving storm exhaling slips of cloud
rapidly swarming like furious flecks of phlegm-sneezed out in perpetuity
between heat and cold.
The road lies entombed beneath a scree, tumbledown stones and dust.
Ramblers and cars have sought and found
an alternative route. The moistened rubble creaks
as liquid gathers in its shifting heart, crawling out in rivulets-the rain
descending like spit,
emolliating the countryside, shifting dollops of fetid mud,
enveloping like a furious aneurysm.
Sea and land entrenched in conflict,
a war of attrition always won by seas, unleashing energy
of mindful apocalypse in the manner of a gentle sigh.
The gaping abscess of scarred promontories tottering
like feverish drunks. The mouthed obscenities of carnivorous
birds radiates throughout the cove pinpointing local
drownings encrusted with salt. Sea upon sea impose themselves
enviously on rampant shorelines feasting on sand and rock. Never ending!
Plunging ever forward like a barren plough, receding, only to
re-site its casual fury-implosion upon explosion.
The road in its sullen retreat
stumbles through narrow valleys speckled
with gloom; trees with yellow flowers
blooming in crinkled shadows,
deer leaping through high-standing grass, mincing
between tall thin trees. Loping down
into the cities, it becomes a tousled high street full
of immigrants, all yearning for the sea.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
A single strand,
it weaves itself around
the empty space that circumvents my alarm clock.
The monotonous noise reminding me
of the day's responsibilities overshadowed
instantly by a thread.
A piece of you,
an accidental gift
more personal than breath.
Things unintentional are more severe
than those thought and poured over.
Delicate and strong,
this proteinacious silk
stands up to the rigors of my examination.
A tangible illustration of your life,
now,
with me,
no one can have that but me.
In reality more precious than words
or emotions that you would offer freely.
This piece of time,
that you have let slip from your grasp,
only to settle on my nightstand.
The gift of a person,
a soul,
cannot be matched by any other.
This is what we live for,
what we hang on to,
a single thread.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC
Why the hell do we need more jobs?
Wakin' up before the rooster crows
Brush your teeth wash your face
Put on your clothes fashion fads
Then a quick breakfast
And a cup of Joe
To make money for a corporate
And keep there cash flow
Going going going gone
And the American dream
Is nothing but a mere nightmare
They say you can be what you wanna be
But everything i wanted to be
Requires a certification or a degree
Sounds like ******** to me
Another way of man doing what he does best
Destroying lives its more divorces
No more family meals
Cant feed the poor
But have trillions of dollars for war
Race cards being pulled to keep the majority of the masses fooled
These ******* aint playin'
First they slaughtered the indians
Then the black now they coming after the mexicans
**** Trump he aint nothing but a punk
He circumvents around serious issues
All he cares about is money power and respect
**** the money i want the power
So a message to all yo **** ******* conservatives
What ya gonna do when the boys in blue
Come for you.....
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
How many poems have I writ?
And how easy has the process been?
To think and to conjure from my brain
Unto the printed page,
Ideas and concepts flowing
in a seamless joyous
Tide of vocabulary and
Profusion
Until a while ago.
When everything.
Just.
Stopped.
So what is it?
What is this ******* thing
That circumvents my joy
And my creativity?
Where is it skulking?
Coward! Come forth,
Be fought!
But it would not
Did not
And I did not write,
My pen was silent
But not my creativity,
Until I met some strangers
Who became immediate
Fast friends and true,
I opened up
And ideas flew,
Turns out
The block was that no one actually
Asked me to write,
No one and especially not me!
Well these new friends did,
And the blockage,
In that instant,
Died
And went
And so this verse,
Poor though it be,
And first in quite a while,
Has indeed
Snuck out
Under
The wire
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
galactic eruption
interrupts a stroll down the memory lane
linear meta brain
meticulously performing the act of
self restraint
selfless worships
now, lesser in terms of quantitative hints
the never ending path
that circumvents the colourless
conscience
it contravenes the limitless scenes of a liberating regime
trust plummets into the hands of perceptive fiends
taken in
taken instead of countless numbered pills
a train of exaggerated kin
tracks back to those with highly assumed authorities
amidst the group of avid anti-socials
vividly varied in opinions
from a sword to a pin
essentially assembled to speak against the ancient ones
a neoteric synchronization
scaling screaming lexemes
the scathed silk screeches
soaked in acid
flamed till the ashes can be smelled
but never seen
seemingly insignificant statements
covert and pristine
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
So lets say i was heaven sent
Plus potion. And experience
Plus a luck and loading instrument
The circumference circumvents
Like lost treasure monuments
Just because Bevan wrote a sentence
But since I spent the last night dense
In a dent and door dipped In fence
The a is compressed and condensed
Considered the presents in PAst tense
I am so unique and mistique icons
And Zero one deep triple THReat bigon
The titans and the mOGULs atom ions
The confusion television light neon
I complain he'll jacket burnt on
Gabriel Raphael Micheal with corn
I adorn and amend the truth pon
Like chess the rook took knight con
Now celebrate the acorn and the nut chasing a horn and who be born
Then the antitrust antichriST worn
The widdow. Wife mislife scorn
Go complain about a woman 's scorn
Deserving the world sounds and alarm
Let's not bother an earth worm
The Bermuda triangle bahevean arm...
**^ #thejscenemovement
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
re-occurring sweeping wind
as change circumvents habit
allowing growth
mighty morphing
power
ragged tatters flatter passersby
flowing robes of the enlightened
need not bear recognizable symbols
only touch unrecognizable parts of others
leaving them in a state of disillusion
but with an open mind –
I am
words stronger never written
uttered in the quiet darkness
I am free
from shooting drugs
smoking cigarettes
living a lie
I am part of the universe
created and creative
born of and birthed back
positive and negatively charged
balance and peace
through
acceptance and faith
inevitable change sprinkled with divine guidance
you can be too –
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
The past circumvents the future simply because the past is again, simply trying to catch up with the future. Only because the future goes beyond the past’s own horizon (which is obvious to say the least)… …But nonetheless, has a greater beneficial outcome to sort out an input’s (“oneselves”) future events when the “past scheming scenarios” comes back and either “hit’s you” when you need it MOST, or calmly assorts the different factors into something you were NEVER aware of…until it was already too late to bear yourself suitable against!
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
Blessed is he who writes
For his words transcends
Time, space and moments,
Far beyond the constellation.
Blessed is he who recites
Spoken word and poetry,
For his craft circumvents
The core of our existence
Deep into our inner man.
Blessed is he who writes,
For his thoughts interacts
And deeply influences minds
That belongs to other people.
Blessed is he who bends letters
Into words and words into
Sensational and captivating
Stories of true love and courage.
#IvanBrooksPoetry©
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
***time spins in circles
as it circumvents
of what it once was
into what it is
from its beginnings
moving towards its end
wraps around the middle
then back out again***
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC