The pendulum springs, the head is cluttered
The pendulum sings, the head is fluttered
The pendulum swings, the head is levered
The pendulum stings, the head is severed
Cyclical Reminisce
Pendulum skips one bang to the bead
Triggers the feeling to turn it off lead
Allows memories to run and circulated
Reminiscing promises you once articulated
Deep in mind are the guilt and regret
Keep looking back and wanted to reset
If only not tempted, no hearts will be broken
If only not lusted, no trust will be fallen
Fridays are bluer since the day of part ways
Laughing is not better than shared as always
Messages are sent waiting for responses
Hoping to be seen even it is now nonsense
Memories suddenly comes in cyclical
The unfold pages comes in unintentional
One day the fate will surely cross again
And surely, that will never cause any pain
mesmerized by nature’s pendulum
the rhythmic motion of the tides
I listen to the splash of waves
unfurl against the seashore
the ever undulating flow of waves
the hypnotizing sway of water
it’s the perfect appetizer before
enjoying every sunset as it falls
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Our crucial love pendulum
one day flowers and fruits
the next only loss and silence...
Moments moving fast
Onward pushing past
Seconds building minutes
Minutes turning hours
Today becomes tomorrow
Gaining losing power
Atop the mighty tower
A time has arrived again....
Written: February 24, 2025 For Brian Strand Contest
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A lifetime swings good, bad, and back
Toil shows us what we lack.
Brave lessons learned
hard earned,
grasped by
how high we fly,
determined by the will
to work, whatever sweat we spill.
Note: Pendulum is an invented verse form with graduated line lengths. Etta J Murphy created it and it first appeared in Calkins' Haiku Highlights (July-August 1970). The Pendulum is an 8-line poem with a syllable count of 8/6/4/2/2/4/6/8.
Rhyme scheme: aabbccdd.
Some folks cheer, others boo
Millions celebrate, millions stew
2025: Rarely has it been so true
It's out with the old, in with the new
The pendulum had swung too far to one side
Americans aren't naturally cock-eyed
For those who moan, you’ve not long to groan
To wide swings, pendulums now are prone
I’m sitting on the edge of time
For just a disembodied pause,
While pointed hands o’er rounded chime
Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause.
Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid,
Comes forth the pointing to a door
That opens wide. Be not afraid,
I think, to thereupon explore.
And there I search the sea, in stay,
For those few drops that speak of me.
Below a crystal clouded day,
I look for cause and clarity.
But deep inside, my inner clock
Is calling forth its metered rhyme.
Inclined I am to learn like Locke,
I’m also tuned by trembling tine.
The edge of time is thinner than
The fairest maiden’s finest hair,
Yet broader is the settled plan
That puts us just exactly there.
It keeps swinging
I can't stop it
The pain hitting
I can't stop it
Is this what it is?
I can't stop it
Left to right hits
I can't stop it
Pendulum of this
I can't stop it
Life of hits
I can't stop it
Needing help in this
I can't stop it
Rap battle is it
I can't stop it
Lets start with
I can't stop it
Don't interrupt my dis
Coz i can't stop it
I'll take it easy on your tit
Seriously can't stop it
So your brood needs it
I Really can't stop it
Give up yet?
Still can't stop it
Limp buscuit?
It is -
wait it has stopped
Move along,
Come back to me,
You're in every song,
I have to leave you be.
Back and forth I go,
Leave me alone,
How I love you so,
I miss your moan.
Stay the hell away,
I need to feel peace,
Without you I'm grey,
Come back please.
Driving myself crazy,
This pendulum,
Everything is hazy,
Everything is numb.
I give, I gave,
You took, you take,
I love, I crave,
You leave, I quake.
Life goes on,
I feel stuck,
Now "we" are gone,
I'm in the muck.
F***.
You're tired of studying the spring?
Rise above that and learn to swing.
It's oscillatory motion, you bum,
The science of the pendulum.
As The Pendulum Sways
and Time Drifts Astray,
and the Wind swifts away all that was
and returns it to it's Essence beyond the Ashes and Dust,
and the Ticking Withers into the Frey
leaving only that witch was Forged along The Way,
and all that remains is the Sacred Flame Of Truth
the Eternal Spark Of The Absolute,
Illuming like Stardust Into the night
and Scintillating unto the Sun Light,
Ever-Enduring, The Great Soul is Wise
Progressing, Evolving, Ever-Upright,
Ever- So Bright, The Sacred Torch burns with life
Coming and Going, All Knowing, ALL TRIUMPH!
Several weeks in to this healing journey.
Grateful of course, there was no gurney..
Now waiting for these bones to knit.
It's challenging for me to quietly sit.
Wheeling around my condo floors,
the metal stripping's are loose once more.
My wheel chair clunks on the foyer tiles.
Some days my arms feel they've walked several miles..
I amble to my car with my walking stick, to run a few
errands lickity split.
I'm grateful for drive thru's, those places one
can just pull up to: drive thru pharmacy to pick up my meds,
drive thru star bucks to clear my head, of course the fast
food options too. May God bless the drive thru!!
Still striving hard not to succumb to my some days
emotional pendulum..
Five weeks down, five more to go, the healing process is
painfully slow.
Speaking in whispers
no one cares
within the crying
a serenade is played
Secrets not shared
Winter is early this year
Snow on the ground
it looks like Christmas is all year round
It all starts within the gloom upstairs
imprisoned Caesars waiting
their pendulum just stears
A pendulum, in its silent sweep, ponders
The way of life it chooses for the grandfather clock,
Infinite moments marked by measured swings,
A dance through time, precise and steady.
With each swing, it contemplates its role,
A ceaseless metronome in the grand design,
Each tick and tock, a heartbeat in the clockwork,
A rhythm echoing the universe's pulse.
Does it desire the freedom of unruly rhythms,
Or the structure of uniform, measured beats?
In its oscillations, it muses on purpose and fate,
Balancing between order and chaos.
The pendulum, an oracle of time,
For in its silent swings, it holds the wisdom,
Of existence's delicate balance, tried and true.
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock......
Regenerate
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