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Maybe we cry sometimes to be able to see with fresh eyes.
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Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
Fresh Eyes
Nestled Within the crackle of a fire Whispered In the voices of the wind Resting Just beyond the nights first desire Dawning Outside the morning and it’s halo ring
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
At The Edge Of The Clearing
a companion piece to miniskirts & high heels vs. poetry & yoga^ <•> a couple of buds at a local dive bar, drinking Buds, talking loud about technology and other manly man stuff attract attention for our conversation isn't bout sports, get approached by long legs in high heels and a miniskirt, with the best come on line ever any woman invented, "you guys know about computers, huh?" later after reading twenty or so of her poems, and learning the degree of difficulty of the downward facing dog pose (adho mukha svanasana) she said: tell me again how I *clear my cache, change my font, add more memory for new memories, stop auto correct from making wont into want, so I can happy write* "wont thy thoughts to my heart thereof" so I obliged and then the geek in meek wrote his first poem after first clearing the catch   in his throat
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
***** technology talk (clearing the cache)
I lay in the center of a meadow, My eyes trail the drifting clouds above, tracing their paths and drawing sketches on the blue canvas. Towering evergreen trees surround the meadow, their leaves creating a ornamental border, A frame for the flowing sky. The clouds drift past, into and out of the frame, a slow parade of shapes shifting and changing, coming and passing. This slide show of white swirls dances for me, in drawn out motions like molasses ebbing from a tree. They envelope my sight, roots spread from the back of my head into the meadow floor, connecting and expanding, melding me to the ground. I lay for hours, the clouds morphing to the clear nights sky, bathing me in moonlight. Shining stars vibrate, shake in their molds, and I listen closely to their hushed advice.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
Flow
Blazing aurora then a little, gold wolf sings whilst watching the girl
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC
Wolfsong
A surgeon reaches down a path And walks out with the heart of the woods Be it beating slow or beating fast The hikers pray That the woodlot surgeon puts it back In the heart of it Where the woods still belong Strong...as they once grew strong
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
The Chest Clearing
Something very deep inside Something I have tried to hide Somewhere farther than my mind Something I don't understand Something deep inside my head Somewhere I can't really get Something that I just have found Something big something unproud Somewhere no one ever got Something huge Something new Something scary Something I will work out soon Somewhere only me and moon Thinking deeply, using time Feeling like myself and I Shall the weirdness stop that day It ain't meant to stay forever I will deal with it, find the reason why This new challenge shall begin! And the light is there to guide Through the darkness of my mind Through confusion, through the night.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Something
Don't lose Your knowledge Darling Don't get lost In your brain Expecting Something bad Is surely The wrong way But good is To rethink The attitude You have To question it In logic There's a proof Ahead Step further Don't be worried Nothing can stop you now Examine to the fullest The free feeling The round The evident The present The beautiful The rare Emotion Moment Ground Obsession Love and care
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Embrace the moment
Clearing my throat So I can find new words to throw out My ammo is running out They've turned into foam darts Now I don't want to speak Not because I'm timid and week But I have had enough of this mickey mouse crap this week
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
Clearing My Throat
Things fell away like leaves from a tree. Long nights, elusive dawns. Then out of nowhere, you appeared. The world wasn’t caving in after all. Just a clearing of space for something new to emerge.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
The Clearing