Circular Zones
We are the prisoners,
Dwell in the cycles,
We are frightened to peep,
Peer out of them.
What a strange experience it is!
To journey in the rings,
We stop wherefrom we begin,
Journeying not a single inch,
Like an ox rounding the persian wheel
With the bandage upon the eyes.
When we are trapped in the cycles,
They become the whole universe,
The ensnared spend the whole life,
Amid the troubles,
Deployed around the ring.
It is tragedy of the age, so-called modern,
We all have fixed ourselves,
Our minds and thoughts in the cycles,
And dare not peek out afar,
Into the calamities of others,
Dwelling in other circular zones.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Less emphasis on inventories, I think, may tend to dampen business cycles, because business cycles are typically in the grasp of inventory cycles and heavy industry cycles.
quote by Paul A. Volcker
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Our great symbol for the Goddess is the moon, whose three aspects reflect the three stages in women's lives and whose cycles of waxing and waning coincide with women's menstrual cycles.
quote by Carol P. Christ
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Dial 595-Escape
Cuold it be a new day?
Fear in me so deep
You push me out, I feel fear
The absence, close to me
The otherside i crawl
You push me out, I fall
Heal my wounds with everything
Away you complicate me
Sick of cycles, drop to zero
A while just like last time
My least favorite re-run
Sick of cycles, I bounce in grey
escape familiar home
Memories remains alone
Reality trapped inside
The wicked descend - I hide
Testing Higher mentality
I conquer myself through this
A furious path to walk
New space does exist beyond
In silence I dwell
Displeased
Remain with the seed of unfulfilment
Try to remove obstacles as they appear
my master said:
"Don't look too far,
you'll stumble before you're even there
song performed by by In Flames
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Cycles
So I'm down and so I'm out
But so are many others
So I feel like tryin' to hide
My head 'neath these covers
Life is like the seasons
After winter comes the spring
So I'll keep this smile awhile
And see what tomorrow brings.
I've been told and I believe
That life is meant for livin'
And even when my chips are low
There's still some left for givin'
I've been many places
Maybe not as far as you
So I think I'll stay awhile
And see if some dreams come true.
There isn't much that I have learned
Through all my foolish years
Except that life keeps runnin' in cycles
First there's laughter
song performed by by Frank Sinatra from Cycles
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The Cycles Of Man
One's birth,
One's orbit,
Of the cycles of man to teach many;
I have orbited within myself seven times.
Of one's birth,
Of one's orbit,
Seven times seven equals to fortynine but,
I did that within fortyfive years.
The cycles of man,
Of one's orbit;
The cycles of man,
Of one's birth;
To you who reads, learn from this muse.
We are orbiting within ourselves and,
We are all moving round and round;
This is the higher dimentional levels of man with,
This muse to teach many.
To the one who thinks,
To the one who reads,
Never understood by man but many will know it;
Like the heat that melts the ice.
Mine life had not been very easy at all,
My mind had not got a rest at all,
But i am four years ahead of man;
My Philosophy,
My Realm,
To be born on Friday the 13th! !
I am man full of imaginations to reach you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Summer the best
Monthly cycles are for women.
Daily cycles are for men.
She is at peak in the midmonth
And he, at peak in the midnight.
Both have got their peak in summer.
Summer, not spring, must get credit.
07.12.200
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Passing On Pain To The Next One In Line 5.17.2008
Pain is a strange companion, according to Charlotte
Bronte pain is a scorpion to be squeezed in the hand
until it goes numb so as to deaden the pain that does
not go away by itself
Doesn’t matter how I order my life, I have to traverse
cycles of pain, for energy we have to eat, when I eat
I am ill, when I don’t the pain goes away, as well as
the power to survive
Balancing between waxing and waning cycles of pain,
we chose our lives before we were born, my soul chose
suffering to understand life, the pain of people who seem
so arrogant
But underneath hearts are burning with feelings aflame,
emotions sprouting from scarring thoughts destroying
perspective and life, bewildered eyes chilling my soul,
hardened mouths
Turned into stone, ostensibly people are active and happy,
but underneath they are shrinking away, assigning blame in
loathing of self and rejection of life, seeking compensation in
passing on pain
To the next one in line…
poem by Margaret Alice
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The animal body craves grass and tuberous roots
The animal body craves grass and tuberous roots
Wakes and sleeps, under cycles of the moon
Births live offspring; they and all their ilk:
We're all mammal, by proof which we give milk.
Bodies smooth, by means of wearing clothes
Sleep in beds, whenever our eyes close
And think we're more superior than those;
Flatter self, that god our species chose.
We still live by cunning and desire
In our fear, adrenalin keeps us wired
Proved our fitness, in more ancient days;
Hard to see now, with our modern ways.
The animal body craves grass and tuberous roots
Wakes and sleeps, under cycles of the moon:
Eyes more open, than they've ever been-
But less conscious, than we were back when.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Life Remains Not The Same
life remains not the same
individuality reality cycles variant same
manifest flux growth cycles rewrites original same
all will change in due cast season changes
they you will comprehend extinction end in changes
time reaps years flutter clutter field transformation changes
life fields flesh cast body spray dye changes
thought fields perception erection passion changes
soul fields transpiration transformation resurrection changes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Soaking In the Wrong Detergent
You've been seeking a cleansing.
While soaking in the wrong detergent.
You've been spinning in cycles...
Meant to dry.
But you have yet to get your consciousness wet.
There is an experience you would like to receive.
But refuse to let your brainwashing go.
And that is not easily achieved.
Although this should be welcomed,
As your best bet never to regret.
You've got to drain to begin to gain.
To thoroughly realize any kind of brightness.
Removing all the tainting stains that remain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victorious Creatures Celebrating Life
a lot of joy cycles here
in a brevity of life celebration
joy in a moment lived
Poem Title by Miroslava Odalovic, in our fusion of Stratum Thoughts.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Juggling
think think think
you think a lot wanting to capture
the words and fit in all the works
write
you write and keep on writing
love, life, love life, sex, money,
lots of sex, and lots of money,
spend, save, spend, cycles of lost loves
lust, desire, sadness
a sorrow you keep from
dissipating like water drying on
your skin
after a bath, but things keep on
coming and going and you know not
what to to and where and when to stop
precisely you juggle
all these like you're part of the circus
and you know how to
to at the spotlight and on top
of everything
and there they are after your performance
some did not clap their hands
but what do you care
let the finale come and the curtains fall
the end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Papa above!
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Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!
Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A classic is that author who has become a treasure for those who have read it.
Camelia Oprița in Life cycles (2005)
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Everything goes in cycles, to a degree.
quote by Herb Brooks
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The world is big and leaves room for all opinions. The only model that deserves to be followed is that of respect.
Camelia Oprița in Life cycles (2005)
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Travails Of 'Travel
we are allowed to explore
be adventurous with ourselves
in cycles
in labyrinths
exhausted, we implore
upon knowing we are but
a naught
then comes surrender
gradually shines the grace
from above to lift the veil
of maya or ignorance
to see the divine
in our very reflection...
ah, the journey into several births
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Events tend to recur in cycles.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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Feelings: Will Cinderella Ever Go To The Ball
My biggest fear since I was small has
ever been fear of boring nothingness
I commiserated with the animals for
their confinement to the here and now
and their enslavement to nature’s cycles
desperately seeking my own escape
through mind- power and ethereal
thoughts, but today I realize BEING is
JOY –only I am bereft of that privilege
of joyful being through my allergy…
I’m so glad to know the goodness of
the universe, but my question is
why was I born without the ability
to enjoy being ‘per se’, confined
to discomfort and pain – why was
I left out of everything? And will
this Cinderella ever get to go
to the ball?
poem by Margaret Alice
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But Still...
before you know
i'll be gone from this world
and so from your world too
like a whiff of smoke
do i wish to dissolve
into the elements never to return
but where do i go?
the thought does haunt me
several times as i keep awake
into an empty night...
down down there i hear
hey, haven't you done that
many a time by now?
you've known the other day
death and life
is of seventy two cycles
why brood over your next destination
you had been there before
in the solitude of a vacant night
the voice booms and rings...
but still...
29dec2009
12.04hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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