The Never-ending Cycle
Time is a never-ending cycle
in this life of ours.
It moves with quick rapidity
in our pleasurable hours.
It drags along in slowed down seconds
and takes away our powers.
It amuses and it bruises
and repeats its same old scene.
We quicken with laughter and ache with tears
and wonder 'What does this mean? '
The question is ingrained in us
in a cycle that's never ending.
The only answer I can find
is the cycle is mind-bending.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Un-Forgiveness (Break The Cycle)
It's a never ending cycle
That stems from generation to generation
The small child cringes
As he listens to the parents argue
That same child runs in fear
Afraid to get more bruising from his dad
Then you see him crying in shame
As his father yells how useless he is
Then it starts all over again each and everyday
He grows up thinking oh yeah I am a man
My father taught me well
Now I can be a man
He now has children of his own
Whom he beats up every day
He now has children of his is own
Whom he yells and screams at
Just like his dad
He now has a wife
Whom he argues with every single day
She hides from the world
Behind sunglasses of her shame
The cycle is never ending
When can you make it end?
First thing is accepting
The mistakes you made in life
Then it's mending bridges
That will heal the family right
How can a person learn to forgive?
If you cannot let go of past sins
The hardest part of all
Is to stand your meager ground
Let it be known and heard
You no longer bow to the cycle of shame
Let it be known and heard
You broke the cycle of shame for life
poem by Kaila George
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Life Is A Circle.
It isa circle, from birth
To death ending up in cries,
Of arrival and departure,
The soul may even go round
In cirle frm deat to birth
In another for the cycle
to continue as believed
In the eadt as per
Our deeds entering
The cycle like animnals,
Birds, other beings,
Keeping the soul in tact,
So we must be careful
As per the myth to do
Good deeds only,
To rebirth again as humans,
Though to be battered
By our own emotions,
And suffer through human life cycle.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Salvia
The laughter terrifies you But it's coming from inside you It dribbles down your face and shuts the eyes you cannot hide through. You notice what's beside you and the music that you ride through and you fear that its repeating as time rewinds to bite you. A never ending cycle of the screaming that you fight through to look for what reminds you of the world you knows behind you. Stuck in never ending cycles of the screaming that you fight through to look for what reminds you of the world you knows behind you. Nothing now reminds you and the screaming terrifies you and the music turns to noise of which the voices do not like you. The sound you cannot ride through and the sights you have to fight through and the screaming hits the ceiling of which you wish to fly through to flee from what now ties you to the world that now reminds you of the never ending cycle of the screaming you can't fight through. Time now tries to bite you, but with strength you start to fight through, and the screaming stops repeating and the music you can ride through. The sights your eyes denied you are now dancing alongside you and the screaming's not inside you but now laughter all around you. Time comes back to find you and denies it tried to bite you as what made that world that tied you: was the salvia that tried you.
poem by Peggy Pollock
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Death Dies Again
It was death himself
at my swords tip
shocked at his predicament
unaccustomed as he was
to insouciance
and unfamiliar he was
with his own impending ending.
How do you tell Death that
his own death comes?
He said.
'How am I to meet
alls end this way
when I am the very symbol
of the terminus;
the end for all and the other many? '
'Tell me how I am come to this end;
the irony of my own dead death
now near? '
'Death must die' I said
as life itself begins'
'Its not so mysterious Death
to understand.
You are not the end but
my own beginning
and I am life's insistence at the beginning;
that coming to the fore
youth moving to sure
and steady borning.
'That is the cycle of all things, '
I said.
'You die death;
not a sad departing
but my own new beginning.
'How sad' Death said
'I understand your glib reckoning
but my death to me is personal
and while the Great Cycle
to you is mesmerizing
for me it is my fully sensed ending.
Endings are personal and while
loves I've known
have found new loves
it has not
and did not
obliterate
old love's ending.
And that is I.
Old loves die
and their death
is not erased
by new love's
beginning;
they fade
away amid the sad
sighings
we hear at night
when alone
in our beds
in the dark
crying.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Work - the cycle
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep no more., ….
We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.
quote by Jacques Yves Cousteau
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Be Happy
be happy
nothing is permanent
no one is permanently rich
no one is permanently poor
it is the cycle
that governs the fates of us all
destinies
and change
and rotation of the axis
of this earth
it is the circle
that keeps us alive
so be happy
now you may be sad
and down and
feeling hopeless
just wait
the cycle of life comes
to save you
just wait
the cycle of death too comes
to give you rest
it is the circle
not the flatness
that gives us happiness
be glad
nothing is permanent
the changes come
and you shall
have it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Slant
the slant
a building settling around me
my figure female framed crookedly
in the threshold
of the room
door scraping floorboards
with every opening
carving a rough history
of bedroom scenes
the plot hard to follow
the text obscured
in the fields of sheets
slowly gathering the stains
of seasons spent lying there
red and brown
like leaves fallen
the colors of an eternal cycle
fading with the
wash cycle
and the rinse cycle
again an unfamiliar smell
like my name misspelled
or misspoken
a cycle broken
the sound of them strong
stalking talking about their prey
like the way hammer meets nail
pounding
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Ani DiFranco
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It may part of a one way evolution... or it may be we are currently on the downside of an innocence cycle where one day, with an up cycle, sweet will be entertaining again.
quote by Christopher Knight
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Road
Bye cycle
Walking...
Moter cycle
Running...
Car
Swimming...
Trees and
Bulding only
Standing...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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If the first lady is concerned about this Internet cycle, what would she have done during the heyday when there was 12, 13 editions of a paper in one day? What would she have done with that news cycle?
quote by Matt Drudge
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Never Ending
(words & music by kaye - springer)
Walk down to the beach at sunset
Look as far as you can see
You will find that endless ocean
And thats how my love will always be
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Look up at the sky at midnight
Gaze up on the starlit view
Just as heaven has no boundaries
Neither does my love for you
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Car Fulla White Boys
*Engine cranking and tires squeeling*
It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell)
I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle)
Can't you tell?
Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell)
Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?)
Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle)
Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail)
Fixin' to check out the next spot
My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop
We don't ask
song performed by by Haystak from Car Fulla White Boys
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Rain Doesn't Fall From The Ocean
Rain doesn't fall from the ocean
Thoughts don't form in our mind
A completely true false notion
One could argue out in time
Thoughts don't form in our mind
Each is gathered as a crop
One could argue out in time
Or a thought is just a drop
Each is gathered as a crop
Thoughts harvest from the heart
Or a thought is just a drop
Ceaseless cycle of an ending start
Thoughts harvest from the heart
A completely true false notion
Ceaseless cycle of an ending start
Rain doesn't fall from the ocean
poem by Tim caffery
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Sunday Cycle Rides
Quite often, on a Sunday morning,
Dad and I would take a cycle ride.
Up the steep hills, we would struggle,
But, down them, we would glide.
We’d cycle to villages like Monxton,
Abbott’s Ann and St Mary Bourne.
We’d pass fields of lowing cattle,
As well as fields of golden corn.
Once, as we were passing some sheep,
I gently applied my brakes and stopped.
I stood watching the cute little lambs,
As they leapt, and jumped, and hopped.
We would cycle along the back roads,
And whiz along winding, country lanes.
I felt happy enough when the sun was out,
But not so much so, when it began to rain.
Along the roads, we’d pass babbling brooks,
And horses with rhythmic clip-clopping hooves.
We’d pass village greens with duck ponds,
And pretty little cottages with thatched roofs.
But our cycle rides abruptly came to an end,
When, one day, my Dad suddenly died.
Nowadays, I don’t even own a bicycle,
But I really miss our Sunday cycle rides.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Anyway, the title The War of the Insect Gods came before we had that ending, before we knew they had become gods. That we knew the evolutionary cycle they went through. Before we even knew anything about that. We had an ending.
quote by Michael O'Donoghue
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On The Scene Experiencing Something New
Each breath one is blessed to breathe,
With a cycle that rewards with an inhaling...
That is exhaled to release in an exchange that repeats,
Is new.
Each dawn is new.
As are sunsets too.
Each night one sleeps,
Something is freed to cease.
Each step one takes,
Embraces another that has been replaced.
Each face that is seen,
Is as different as we are human beings...
On the scene experiencing something new,
With an excitement that is fresh!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.
quote by Aiden Wilson Tozer
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Cycle Unbroken
Walking in circles, never ending
This world is so messed up, crazy
Surely a disasters impending
But everything I see is hazy
According to you everything’s perfect
You walk forward, don’t look, never stopping
Never seeing and never do you suspect
Out of sanity, this world is dropping
Listen, the children are singing
Of this worlds loss, sorrow, pain
You are deaf to their voices, over the ringing
But watch them stand tall, in this deathly rain
This sinister cycle must end soon
Before this sun sets over the sea
Before the night marked by the rising moon
End this cycle and set the oppressed free
But to do that you must listen
Listen to the caged and listen to me
To make this hazy world glisten
You must see this world as it should be.
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.
quote by Robert Hunter
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