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Simple Pendulum
What in the name of a wee man is this?
I just want to feel this cool breeze as I freeze due to..
Me, sitting here with some very few who don't go by #Me too..
Even though I am a rebel, I won't lose my fate I need a single or two schedules for each an every date
I have lived for years, decades counting my days
I will only survive those days calculating everything I can say
And since my deeds I must pay
While the Sunshines I guess I have to make my hay..
On a very cool surface at night, am feeling this dew
Not everyone can match my feet only but a few
You either live for seventeen successive fort nights eating from only cashews.. Hehe he he!
Or you simply have to endure joining a single queue
Unfortunately, the loan was nearly a day overdue..
And remember me telling you am praying with only some few
And remember me telling you am riding with only some few
The concept of the biggest field in this view
Over speeding rhyming with only some few
This burning sheer will happens to be my only will..
With the help of my right wrist I wrapped my fingers to protect my diamond seal..
If you ever read the merchant of Venice am talking about that miserable jew
Who as we speak is still contemplating if he is sick or ill.
About to put to bed is this nonagenarian barren
Soon enough, she will start living lavishly riding on a bandwagon
Hop on!
Get on the ride
Give me the way, am swinging on top of my simple pendulum
Let me pass quietly don't show yourselves hoodlums..
And remember me telling you I am rhyming with only some few
And remember me telling you am swinging with only some few
With all my dirty little secrets now concealed
And all my sorry mishaps, shortcomings, and worries pardoned
Eh!..
My grave adorned!
We might be vagabonds, how then it happens? You are the ones counting us out of those riding on a bandwagon
Putting it simply heaven is all I view
And remember me telling you, with me am riding with a very few
I still feel odd as well as I look or sound even Am I double? Seven or eleven..
Approaching the gates of the only Safe haven
And remember me telling you am craving with only some few
And remember me telling you I am thriving with only some few
And remember me telling you I am dancing with a very few
Make sure you mind me swinging on my Simple pendulum
Quickly hide yourselves hoodlums
Otherwise, It's a potential rampage
Another clockwork orange..
I've got driven by the very few
And remember me telling you am driving with a very few
I just want to feel this cool breeze as I freeze due to..
Me, sitting here with some very few who don't go by #Me too..
Even though I am a rebel, I won't lose my fate I need a single or two schedules for each an every date
I have lived for years, decades counting my days
I will only survive those days calculating everything I can say
And since my deeds I must pay
While the Sunshines I guess I have to make my hay..
On a very cool surface at night, am feeling this dew
Not everyone can match my feet only but a few
You either live for seventeen successive fort nights eating from only cashews.. Hehe he he!
Or you simply have to endure joining a single queue
Unfortunately, the loan was nearly a day overdue..
And remember me telling you am praying with only some few
And remember me telling you am riding with only some few
The concept of the biggest field in this view
Over speeding rhyming with only some few
This burning sheer will happens to be my only will..
With the help of my right wrist I wrapped my fingers to protect my diamond seal..
If you ever read the merchant of Venice am talking about that miserable jew
Who as we speak is still contemplating if he is sick or ill.
About to put to bed is this nonagenarian barren
Soon enough, she will start living lavishly riding on a bandwagon
Hop on!
Get on the ride
Give me the way, am swinging on top of my simple pendulum
Let me pass quietly don't show yourselves hoodlums..
And remember me telling you I am rhyming with only some few
And remember me telling you am swinging with only some few
With all my dirty little secrets now concealed
And all my sorry mishaps, shortcomings, and worries pardoned
Eh!..
My grave adorned!
We might be vagabonds, how then it happens? You are the ones counting us out of those riding on a bandwagon
Putting it simply heaven is all I view
And remember me telling you, with me am riding with a very few
I still feel odd as well as I look or sound even Am I double? Seven or eleven..
Approaching the gates of the only Safe haven
And remember me telling you am craving with only some few
And remember me telling you I am thriving with only some few
And remember me telling you I am dancing with a very few
Make sure you mind me swinging on my Simple pendulum
Quickly hide yourselves hoodlums
Otherwise, It's a potential rampage
Another clockwork orange..
I've got driven by the very few
And remember me telling you am driving with a very few
Published 25th Jan 2025
| Edited 9th Feb 2025
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25th Jan 2025 9:10pm
I truly enjoyed reading this piece of enlightenment and encouragement and support and strength 👊💪👍🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
26th Jan 2025 7:15pm
26th Jan 2025 9:10pm
Sometimes it is life that becomes hard to understand but yet it's the things that we have to go through that makes life not better for we start to feel cold to the touch separation of thyself from the deepness of hanging like a pendulum just swings back and forth 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
25th Jan 2025 9:51pm
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30th Jan 2025 11:30am
I could feel the pendulum swinging here as the moments of a life slip by. The profundity of this poem is in its exploration of how the days and night slip out by and yet we keep going and never stop dreaming and dealing with the day to day things that challenge us. Your use of rhythm in this poem was engaging and kept me rapt in focus as your words flowed by. Truly a deeply felt poem that made me ponder what is important in life and where is life taking me. Loved this poem.
John
John
30th Jan 2025 12:14pm
If you could feel that pendulum swinging, that's all that matters. Thanks much Johnny.
