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mel May 2020
there is a stream of bliss
where all your dreams exist
and it never ceases to flow
an excerpt :’)
Yanamari May 2020
Unsettled heart keeping me up at night
Emotions leaving me raw, overcome
What was once okay lost its security
Who am I and what have I become?

What sacrifices am I making and
Where will these sacrifices take me next?
I'm afraid that they won't understand
I'm afraid of the judgement they'll project

And so the words remain hidden inside.
Whilst people abide by what they should see
The words free to roam, wreak havoc on my mind.
And agree to expel what shouldn't be.

Never afraid of what would never happen
Until I saw what was not to be seen again
Trying my hands at a Shakespearean sonnet style of writing. The syllable count varies on purpose.. the rhymes didn't quite make it, I'm too used to free verse poetry...
The message rather than the words is what has me writing
nif Apr 2020
off I go
out of my mind
into my soul

movement mentality
I flow
the only thing I truly know
the body grows

contracting and relaxing
adapting
I feel everything

if something is off
it will show
off I go
because I know
how to grow

plant the seed
water
sun
leave be
till pressure is released

a painful expierence
of importance will commence
I promise

so
go
slow &  flow
yogi thoughts during playtime :)
The Dybbuk Mar 2020
Encumbered by the lunacies of men,
the seed of joy lays in a greater mind.
The breath will draw you closer to the den,
where every answer waits for one to find.
The self blows as the wind through all the sky,
Monsoons and sighs blown from a single Air.
The wanderings of lust begin to die,
New flowers grow from bones without a care.
The flow of water carves the ancient rock,
as cosmic wheels kaleidoscope through time.
A shepherd hunts a wolf to save a flock,
but canine birth remains its only crime.
Release thy worldly ties upon the skin,
Ascend the stony staircase deep within.
I wrote this poem from the bottom up, in a forest grove, with my love and closest friend.
S I N Mar 2020
Every morning, every day
All around me is gray;
Don’t know how to live today
Maybe I need more to pray,
Lest I am become too fey
To live my life without strife,
To have no thing from world to hide
To care ‘bout something but my hide,
A stupid pun without fun,
I know and could not care no more less
Cause I do need to shed that stress
That’s been weighing on my back
But no one can take me aback
For as a-free I’m as a bird
And Not afraid now to be heard
It sounds corny, simple, low
But all above is just a flow
If the only birds allowed to sing
Were the birds that sang the best
I’d find our woods a gloomy place
For I’d miss the songs of the rest

If all the plants across the world
Were those of most vibrant red
I’d ache for the varied colors
Which we now enjoy instead

And so it is with people too
We each have our inner light
My light may not be brightest
But still it dispels the night

My talents, gifts, and powers
Bring increased life to all I know
I’ll always let my light shine forth
So prosperity to all will flow
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Many years ago I heard the phrase, “If the only birds in the forests that sang in the forest were the ones that sang best, the forests would be very quiet.”  That one saying has really helped me to enjoy singing, and I sing every day!  I'm not the best, but I can still sing and it brings happiness to my life.  As I was pondering about that, I thought, “I could write a poem about that”
breeze Mar 2020
~
It’s 3 AM and I woke up?
Amidst the walls I cast my gaze
And at this night each thing froze up
Except my heart that’s full of blaze.

And chilly air keeps knocking the window,
It’s windy. I shift my sight towards that flow.
My body shiver leaving warm pillow.
Wow, the lonely street that’s full of snow?

I think of you and of that dream ,
Is it my ice queen whom I saw?
And did you reach me with your beam?
And of your love am I in awe?

It all feels strange.
The snow in spring,
Me in your range,
What will it bring?
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Some people are patrons
Of fast food and fries
And some folks are patrons
Of drama and spies

We choose with our dollars
And your choice is fine
I simply invite you...
Be a patron of mine

Just one dollar monthly
Will help us achieve
The spreading of truth
To help all receive

Each poem that is read
Shares comfort and light
Thoughts of Prosperity
Sparks in dark night

So tap on the button
One dollar is fine
My thanks flow right back
To those patrons of mine
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This poem tells how we are all patrons of something.  We are patrons of whatever we spend our time and money on, and I so enjoy the great variety of interests in this wide world of people!  I'm always amazed when I find out about a new activity that millions of people are involved in, and I had never heard of it.  It's a big world.
Brian Yule Mar 2020
Horizon spits a whisper
Greens & blues that twine & then meander
Land's answer to the intimacy of flow
To find paths unhindered
From hinterland to estuary's reply
Fresh leaping, salt undertow
Cry of seagulls
Tidal glow
Gravity's evergreedy show
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