When the Pendulum Swings
You are the warmth of summer's hum
Scintillating the sleepy splendor
Vapid lances of the sifting sun
Palming the ashen stupor
But when the pendulum swings
A pall would mantle the sky
And hail mad daggers of tears
Obliterating what I can espy
From your morsel graze and leers
Until the climate whisk its cleaning
A hung filigree of drab smokes
Fecundates with a thrill
On two sundered souls in cloaks
Of solitude and eyes of steel
But when the pendulum swings
A blotch of lubricious red
Demented the tacit saturnalia
In convalescence—a tirade
Of false hopes in echolalia
Binds these lungs in ailing rings
The impassable infinity
Treads an incandescent trail
Nurturing our revelries
A chaste but treacherous veil
Because when the pendulum swings
We will regurgitate from the banquet
Purged by the ephemeral lies
And no hunger shall be whet
But the evisceration of this guise
A purveyance for subsisting
Hark the mendaciloquent secrets
That the zephyr whistled through
The threadbare fortitude of your facet
A recalcitrant membrane shan't undo
But when the pendulum swings
This bastion will devour you
Like a soul in a chrysalis
Altering your machinism's screw
And beleaguer you with your own tricks
When time expand its wings
Posses the klutz lattices of time
And slosh with mediocre hearts
Contend to remember this rhyme,
Rival to forget the dilettante art
But when the pendulum swings
The lurid mirror will shatter
And unlatch the demons who stole
The innocence that kept us safer
From persnickety time's siphoning hole
Digress in attrition, live with the sting.
When the pendulum swings
Its constant beckoning.
poem by Norman Santos
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Time's Ticking Away
The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.
The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.
The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.
And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.
The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.
By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Pendulum
The pendulum swings to both extremes;
Each side is unreal or so it seems.
Good times are too good and bad times too bad.
So both sides replace the spaces they had.
All that is sure is that change will occur.
Those who embrace it will no doubt endure.
Those fighting the pendulum and its change
Will flounder and falter in a life they estrange.
Opportunities abound as the pendulum swings.
For the advantageous there’s a plethora of things.
But the negative attitude will suffer a fall
When struck severely by the pendulum’s ball.
As stark as today’s events appear to be,
The pendulum’s equilibrium will set them free.
Look to the long term with unfailing hope.
Take advantage of the pendulum no matter its slope.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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What Yesterday Left Behind
The pendulum swings back and forward
as time forever marches on.
I never think of what tomorrow might bring,
but only what yesterday has left behind.
The flower colours that faded in the sun,
the hearts that were broken
when lovers parted company
for in tomorrow they will be just a memory.
Today we must live for what we have
and hold everything within our hearts dear
never let it become a memory
when tomorrow has begun.
We must cherish each moment we have
for we never know when tomorrow comes
we may not be here.
Love your life and live it to the full
because the pendulum never stops
and time keeps marching on.
6 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Politics swings like a pendulum.
quote by Ed Gillespie
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History has always been a series of pendulum swings, but the individual doesn't have to get caught in that.
quote by Robert Johnson
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The Pendulum Of Life
The pendulum of life
swings both ways
as we travel on our merry way.
It’s only if it stops
we’ve got something to worry about.
So long as it keeps swinging,
we can go on our merry way.
9 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Swings
Swings Swings
are funny things
you swing your head back
and maybe even sing
you do your thing
you swing and swing
but always ring because
swings swings
are funny things
this random poem is dediced to my friend Madeline Who loves swings (lol)
poem by Jessica Hendrix
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China Song (Zhong guo ge qu)
Last night I heard a Chinese song
That conjured almond eyes,
It swelled and soared, and took the air
I sought to breathe, my friend,
That song poured out the sadness that
I’d seen behind your lies,
It soared and swelled, and slipped and dipped,
Heartbroken at the end.
But you just smiled and chattered,
Though your words were terse and bleak,
They hid some strange confusion, and
A hurt that would not mend,
I’d seen you cry before, with not
A tear on either cheek,
When Chinese tear-ducts dry, but cry -
It seems that you pretend.
Five thousand years of sorrow
Taught you Chinese not to weep,
To show no strong emotion, to
Accept the fate you’re sent,
The pendulum that swings one way,
May cut you while you sleep,
But always swings the other way
Confucius say - my friend!
So all your love and laughter and
The sadness of your past,
Is built in to the music that your
Cultured songsters write,
And truly, when I listen
To that swelling sound at last,
Your tears well up, and overflow
From my eyes, every night.
26 December 2007
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Swings And Roundabouts
Every life is filled with
its swings and roundabouts.
Life at times swings up
reaching new heights
and then swings down
until we wonder if
it will ever swing up again.
At times life is a roundabout
and catapults us into circles
around and around and around
making us dizzy and disorientated
and keeping us wondering
will it ever stop.
Swings and roundabouts
inherit our lives at every turn.
20 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Time on my shoulder
Time sits on my shoulder
implacable
Time looks at me in the mirror
measures me as I walk
Time rides my breath
inhaling exhaling
Time condenses
with the early morning mist
swirling on the roadway
Time rises with the thermals
of heated air in the fields
flying to the setting sun
Time cycles the seasons
of the years' progression
From whence to when?
I see the faces of all the clocks
Second and minute hands circle
Numbers click and change
The spring uncoils
The pendulum swings
solemnly, steadily
Time ticks by
Time ticks by
in my pulse, in my heart
in my brain that ponders
What is Time?
How much time is left
to unravel
what Time is?
Time sits on my shoulder
The owl blinks,
time passes
poem by Tom Berman
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The days went through far too many faces
the days went through far too many faces
and all the cards dealt in a game of prey
slipped through the hands
like leaves through the boughs
to reach the bottom pit
and a pendulum sound
the houses went through far too many doors
and closed their windowed eyes ushered stricken blue
a twin handful of earth ancestor I found
to reach the bottom pit
and a pendulum sound
the murders took place in the streets of devil
that spoke in a language foreign known to none
detected on a track of an evolution crown
to reach the bottom pit
and the pendulum sound
an we drank our wines not knowing their names
floated in the casks down the poisoned rivers
built ourselves in walls air lost in the ground
to reach the bottom pit
and the pendulum sound
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Killing Time
(the creatures)
Originally performed by the creatures. jeff performed it live at astoria, london, on january 18 1995.
I wait and wait
Sleepwalk the hourglass
This way and that
The pendulum swings
Yes theres plenty of time
Always time left to kill
Does time stand still
Or hurtle on by?
Let time unwind
Let all the cogs fall out
Let mans machines
Collapse and rust
Face down in the dust
Ill kiss no other lips
A life time of nothing
Condemned without you
Been so long here
I could die here
Lying by your side
But time wont claim me
Time and me only
Im just killing time
If the sun went out
I wouldnt mind too much
Who needs the days
To trouble to fill?
If the moon didnt rise
I wouldnt be upset
Who needs moonshine
To cause tears to spill?
Ive been so long here
I could lie here
Under dying sky
This thirst and hunger
Holds no wonder
Im just killing time
I await your return
Theres no other one
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Swings of Childhood
Into exile
To depth of feeling
To the green paradise
To silence of seasons
To the Old Testament
Wherever you go
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to your soul
Which bets as the rain
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to gulls's hearts
Which bet as dreams
Into exile
To depth of flowers
To outer space
to the bottom of black hole
Everywhere in the universe
My imagination will call you
And we will meet
When swings and gulls meet
poem by Naji Almurisi
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Death
the shadow lurking
just outside my window;
faintly smelling like spring rain
remembered in the fall.
the first lips you kissed,
the first time you tasted
your own blood.
a good cigar, and
a shot of french brandy.
the film of time
covering the eyes.
taking away sharpness,
finding form in the vague
and near forgotten!
a Bible that smells
like damp newspapers;
shovelfuls of earth,
and an old Irish hymn.
and the weight of the undone
swings like a pendulum;
words never spoken,
almost touches, almost tears,
chances almost taken
and the fork in the road
i never took
the hoot of an owl.
water running over rocks.
pine needles carpet the ground
never walked on.
a shadow lurking
that knows my name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Swing
Its the swing
Its the swing like a pendulum
It marks the moments as the years go by in an innocent phase
The swing into never-neverland
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Into my destiny
Into my desire
Its the swing
Its the swing like a pendulum
So look behind you when the race has run
And the winner is named
The swing into never-neverland
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Well its the swing
The swing like a pendulum
Between the pieces and between the lines
Leaving nothing to hide
song performed by by INXS
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Odd Coincidence
ODD COINCIDENCE
Christmas Day sees Russian rights restored
Opening the door for future new,
In hope, - although incertitudes do spew
New vomit in which drown the starving poor.
Coincidence it seems, and nothing more.
In days to come, however, when seen through
Our egocentric and short-sighted view,
Endless explanations will procure
Novel answers for this strange rapport –
Conflicting too, - equality may fall a victim to
Excessive swings of pendulum which new
Officials offer bribes or settle score.
Death of the Past before Mankind’s rebirth
May herald threats for the deprived on Earth
25 December 1991
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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In The Minds Of Those Judgemental
What sense does it make,
To label people fools, mavericks and idiots...
To then,
Years later...
Accuse them of being insensitive?
With a declaring of those depicted this way,
And chosen to isolate with a shunning done...
Of having no empathy to unite,
With those who now face dilemmas.
Especially when...
Those they had chosen to character assassinate,
Had warned them they would one day face...
A crisis that would open their tunneled vision eyes.
Could this pendulum that now swings,
From those labelled as misfits and 'freaks'...
Be swinging closer to the ones,
Who now see their beliefs threatened...
As that time now to them comes,
By realities they had opposed.
But now so afraid they seek not to be exposed.
Who knows what is in the minds of those,
Judgemental?
Signs of mental instabilities,
Need not to flash with neon lights.
'Do you plan to join those who are protesting? '
~No.
I plan to have a cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
And apply my Senior discount.
Oh...
And add two 'Old Fashion' donuts.
How much do I owe you? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Flimsy A Fling A Swing
too flimsy, her flings, she swings
to air and back to his arms, like a pendulum
less the house of a grandfather's drum,
good girl, good dog, good days of god,
log in, and click to an icon of images
emails malling on the screen of screeches,
scream, did you hear the scream of those
blogs? I am writing them. Lots of poems,
blogged logged and then
left for those cleft-lifts, once in a while
a smile flashes, and then a reminder: where are you?
i am here, he says. It is dark. No, come here, there is a ray of light,
This is the tunnel. There is an end somewhere and see the sun
I am here. Come back to me. She listens.
too flimsy, this fling. She wings back to him, on a dirty swing.
They meet and mate and then trying to figure out
What is the meaning of regret? Why did Johnny come so late?
He is coming. She is coming.
This is not the Library. But there is so much silence.
Only a little after.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reverse Racism
reverse racism back lash counter swing
pendulum momentum counter swings
racist evil deeds sow hate bigotry dark seeds
reverse racism racism in reverse
racism justifies not reverse prejudice intolerance
justifies not torture killing men women children
hate breeds hate war breeds war never evens score
circles of violence cruelty bias narrow-mindedness
taught at mothers fathers knee will not set us free
hate violence imprisons souls who can love enemies?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Summer
Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;
When Robin's not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide,
And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side,
And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive.
Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
Is worth a month in town;
Is worth a day and a year
Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion
That days drone elsewhere.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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