Poems that I have placed here are probably self-reflection, insight, memory wells, type of writes. Thanks for the visit.
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Looking in her face it was plain to me / I didn’t have to be a master to recognize agony / / Swirling winds wisp and float adrift / Through echoes of memories, she tries to sift / / Ho17 lines, 20 comments, on Apr 24 8:28 PM 2007
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/ Visualize the snow-capped / Giants, stabilizing the earth; / Erected at great altitudes / / Upon her is green, brown, / Yellow and red—beauty and wonder; / Enough to flood the mind in its’ / Magnitude
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/ The sun rises on a cycle, calm and steady / On a new life to span about seventy-plus years / Experiences of a youth, with tears to spare / / A beckoning voice of comfort - caressing those little ears / Soothi
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In bitter-cold moments / When darkness brings ease / I’m staring in the moon’s light / Ignoring the cold breeze… / / My body silently rocking / A sound in my chest like knocking / Doing 65 in a 25 zone / Raci
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/ So many things will test your mettle. / Heart unsettled; steaming in your head—you see red. / Anger boiling to burst, but first you take a breath / You walk away; knowing if you stay you’ll shed tears / Tears of
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/ Hark! / Hear their shrills of agony all around / The sense of ‘insurmountable’ abounds / Bereft of comprehension: a wet, crimson ground / Bold is to do more than frown / To help even one person is profound
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Brilliant…vivid! Like the 4th of July / So silky…smooth, SCREAM and CRY / I recollect that touch—it meant so much… / / Cyclical patterns with dazzling hue / That one in the center…I think it’s YOU / Built up grai
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/ Things are not always what they seem / (a saying old and familiar) / Yet, have you ever wondered why? / Why the Surface is so different? / So appealing to the (I) / / To weigh a matter ('mystery batter'?)
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I was just sitting at the table with my dinner plate / With a gut still full from the food I ate / I got stuck between gears / A forced brake—in the middle of a thousand stairs / Imagining Niagara and a wate
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In this world of humans / There are precarious dynamics / Helter-skelter sensitivities / And crucial problems to fix / With sight less than perfect / And lenses for a costly fee / At times we have to ask:
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Pound-for-pound, it’s a shame / Countless loss in a faceless game / Courage is needed with a sure aim / Some risks too—or remain the same / If we sweep over people, as we would a floor / Sometimes not wanting t
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Up through the ages / To these days with few sages / Reading compass gauges / And exacting words and phrases / On parchments in hue / So little is new / This earth in full view / Like diversity-stew /26 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 30 12:29 PM 2007
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It’s been said:
“An ounce of prevention36 lines, 6 comments, on Aug 14 6:51 AM 2007 -
I was succumbed with a slanted surrender My mind mingled midst jagged juxtapositions
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The rain’s not thinking of me It has the right-of-way, without a fee
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The sun came up on the spacious earth The waves were high—a good time to surf
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These eyes are dumbfounded Staggered by starlight
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I was roused from my slumber My wits were hard to gain
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I plopped down in lethargy
And shuffled my chair to a table of sacrifice -
I first tried to sew when I was about 10 years old I learned to sew when I was 13
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His thinking is laborious
He’s addicted to sleeping pills -
Some are too encapsulated to care
Too engrossed in some laissez-faire -
Ripped from the headlines of a brain’s imagery
Convulsions of crammed memory -
The continuous chatter
Of raindrop splatter -
Here I share a story I heard one day
It’s gravity held me—in its sway -
Nearing twilight
Under a cool Spring’s chime -
Intensity has tied my back knots
Venting assures me a lot
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