Impermanence Poems

Am no poet, so I may sound trifle prosaic.
Had lessons in classical music, oh, so archaic
She stood with her slender hands on her slim hips,
Smoldering eyes, a smirk on her lightly painted lips.
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Who can resist the strangulating grip of time?
That which exists today is not there tomorrow
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an eye
Life comes and goes quicker than a speeding arrow
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I read the poems of Tagore for you

I read the poems of Tagore for you
to calm the fevers and the chills,
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S P A C E
is a problem unlike your never-ending
paper or the maddening blankness of
your word processor where you can go on
and on in anguish or insanity or boredom
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No seed that's on the earth ground
It's tree now, offering the shadow
And life of sound
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LESBIA'S daughter, I shall tell no lie,
Here's no fit amber for such a dainty fly.
Let them embalm your beauty whoso can
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Here is the height of land:
The watershed on either hand
Goes down to Hudson Bay
Or Lake Superior;
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Goddess, I come to you
my neck wreathed with rosebuds,
my head filled with visions of infants,
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Time a continuous dream-
Watch its workings in every being.

Eons back
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The dilapidated atheist sat
Self-proclaimed rationalist
Fondling his smoky beard
Eyes myopic, looks haggard
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I.
One Life, one Fate, one Love…
That one-time, ravishing, sudden love,
peeling the layers of years lived
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Again and again
I am reminded
of that word
the buddhists love,
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The Mother earth is a symbol of
Patience and tolerance

The wind is a symbol of
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Isn't it funny how light changes our perception?
How dull rust leaves transform into crystal claret
When a beam of light finds its way to them -
Catching our eye as they seem to come alive?
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I've visited a paradise or two,
or made them, with a few brave, kindred souls.
But something always seemed to go askew;
each house of Vision's brick was pocked with holes.
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The impermanence
Of life is tempered by love
By its constancy
By its eternality
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Some things
strike a chord in us
and stay with us
even if we don't know why.
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Be it an act, or a thing, or a being,
the beginning of what ever that matters
finds way forward, towards the end, destined.
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I'm typing on a 'tablet', so Bri may soon be shouting.
If 'it' acts as it does at times, I also may be pouting!
April's showcase I hope.....found one or two new friends.
My goal: 'To allow you access, with few twists and bends'.
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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father, Paul Ray Burch Jr., when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis …
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Now my whole body is under one love potion
I just wish a rhythm of your legs
I want a speech on programs
I need a break from impermanence
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The only thing permanent
about peace
—is impermanence
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moon at night sky
a singing bird
on snow-leaf hovering
on muscle of night's dream
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death is a surprise gift it can come at any moment no dream no timing no philosophical investigation no face only taken your act awaybamd stop gate happens impermanence has no words of warning itbjust happens it's like unexpected guest unwelcomed by human but has to be accepted as truth
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just temporary
but poetics of raindrops
on leaf of yellow gingo flower
just temporary
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after question and answer process of darkness and vagueness, poetry of dawn is born and dreams of the future perfect tense is interoperative in nature of reality-culture appearing involuntarily with layers of light.no screaming tone of light but still light zone is effortless act.
circle of impermanence in light of being and becoming.
ons and offs of reality-eyelashes
into moments of light of life-authenthicity.
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echo of seasonality of circle of action poetry into a mysterious dictionary of flowers blooming truths in colourful artwork born out of flowing sound of silence openning freedom to kantian late philosophy of nature intertwining beauty and truth in a garden of frequencies of vibrational moves of irrational wordbank drawing a gun of roses to make a poetry of rabbit in wandering moon in a blazing reels of impermanence
on table of contented stars in calmest manner of stilled water atomic-civic realities of births born out of the alchemical beauty of the present tense, the future tense and the future perfect tense in the postcontemporary concept of time in mobile grammar of maturity inside wisdom-womb of resilience-patience-tolerance. mind of good will gardening attitude.
may all beings be healthy.
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a star in galaxies of atoms in vibrations in solid concepts geometrical -algebraic-unknown ''X'' is reaching poetry of all directional beings in autofictional reality. of multi-faceted face-dictionary of diary of a poet's imaginative poetics of universal logicality of singularity revisited
the most chaotic impermanence in still life poem of wittgensteinian-gertrudeian-homerian cloud in organic plantation of origin of revelation of language.
life is simple when coincidentaluzing with beaming light of nature in multiverse.
fiction.nonfiction.poetry.performance writing.poemhunter website since 2003 i have been qriting and keeping poems of organic garden.
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metta-loving kindness,
compassion,
good will,
and
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repetitive kitch(es) .
aeons of habits sowed by seeds ofvattaching desire
pains and sufferings when births enter into human life
mountains of skeletons of connective s in wants and fear
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