#meandering - Hello Poetry

I don't mind meandering, But I prefer it with you. For the river doesn't travel alone, It's swept up in the beauty of the trees, Or the glassy grains of the sand. Whether our path is wavy and wanders, Or straight to the point. I will find a certain joy, In each meandering moment I share with you.

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Mar 3, 2025

Mar 3, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Meandering

I don't mind meandering, But I prefer it with you. For the river doesn't travel alone, It's swept up in the beauty of the trees, Or the glassy grains of the sand. Whether our path is wavy and wanders, Or straight to the point. I will find a certain joy, In each meandering moment I share with you.

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___Stick girl embering, Lollipop meandering, Molten toffee trail.___

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Jun 23, 2020

Jun 23, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC

annh

Frames Per Second

___Stick girl embering, Lollipop meandering, Molten toffee trail.___

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Adam beloved I'm your Eve. Who hears your snores that once patrock-Rick me to sleep?. Who claims your lips on aching thighs to priceless Boomerang thrills, exploring some other river rapids but meandering to my bliss. You keep looking at my starry skys. Milky way Andromeda closing in. We know why this is, something higher reels my Eve for my Adam afire is ever riding in our midst. ~~~~~~ Karijinbba Copy Rights apply: 05-16-2020

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May 16, 2020

May 16, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC

karijinbba

Eve for Adam

Adam beloved I'm your Eve. Who hears your snores that once patrock-Rick me to sleep?. Who claims your lips on aching thighs to priceless Boomerang thrills, exploring some other river rapids but meandering to my bliss. You keep looking at my starry skys. Milky way Andromeda closing in. We know why this is, something higher reels my Eve for my Adam afire is ever riding in our midst. ~~~~~~ Karijinbba Copy Rights apply: 05-16-2020

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the rivers of my memories and those of my dreams rivers real and rivers imagined meander through beautiful landscapes like they're slowly chasing something or someone like they keep forgetting what they're after but remember often enough to keep heading in the same general direction such is the life of a river and such is the life of all headed for some destination it may meander it may slow and quicken and change direction and course and split and rejoin and grow and shrink but all the while it's headed for its end the destination which to break it down linguistically is the "destined" place and thus the rivers like our lives are ruled by fate

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC

MeanderingMind

rivers of fate

the rivers of my memories and those of my dreams rivers real and rivers imagined meander through beautiful landscapes like they're slowly chasing something or someone like they keep forgetting what they're after but remember often enough to keep heading in the same general direction such is the life of a river and such is the life of all headed for some destination it may meander it may slow and quicken and change direction and course and split and rejoin and grow and shrink but all the while it's headed for its end the destination which to break it down linguistically is the "destined" place and thus the rivers like our lives are ruled by fate

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***meandering thoughts a central, vicious star writes whilst watching the skulls***

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

silverflame

Meandering Thoughts

***meandering thoughts a central, vicious star writes whilst watching the skulls***

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The end of the holiday's are near and it's time for me to get back to work. I've been writing and reading and thinking and meditating for years. Preparing the temple, so to speak. My stories are public and private goods and the presentation and profits of these stories must be landed in a good and truthful way ~ I've spent much time and energy on how to do this in a way where I can maintain certain intensities and integrity. Intensity for distillation of truth and integrity for power and resonance. Stories are just stories but it is the ***** when someone else co-opts your creation and paves over the nuances and complexities of that which you had overtly placed your personal power, thought, and energy into. You might be reading this and all you are seeing is: ******** ******** ******** ******** All ******** for as far as the eye can see. Fair enough, I've been thinking the same for years but just when I thought I was out, the ******** keeps pulling me back in. As far as I can see though, **** is the distillation of truth and I hope that I can spin this yarn into a web that you will see the ******** structure that holds up the ******** truth and maybe we can try and digest that and compost it and churn through it then grow a mushroom on top of it and then eat the mushroom so we can attempt to find the spiritual truth of what our ******** structure lies upon. This particular idea is not just some floaty meandering abstraction, it is a truth I saw on the land: Longview, Alberta. And this truth was emodied in the ghost I slept in, nearby in Indian Graves Campground that night. The land speaks if we let it; if we have prepared our temples, maybe the land speaks truth. You feel me. If you don't then that's ok. It isn't your time and maybe never will be for this iteration of instinct that I am presenting. My rhymes aren't meant to resonate with everyone all the time. I'm not writing pablum or soul food. Feed your own soul in your own way. That's between you and Mr. Potter and the Chairman. Our truths are our truths and they are absolute. The reason that I know I am prepared to write this story now is because I have done the work. I have found my inner compass and tested it time and again. While in process and flow, the landscaping shifted and my truth's fell away and the absolute revealed itself one star at a time and isn't it ironic how in tune our bards are with the ... wait for it ... enigmatic. So where am I going to land this access point to the White Buffalo medication? I am not. The medicine already flows and always has, I just woke up and took what was prescribed because a dude in shorts once told me: abide!

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Jan 1, 2018

Jan 1, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Sorting Through: A Prospectus

The end of the holiday's are near and it's time for me to get back to work. I've been writing and reading and thinking and meditating for years. Preparing the temple, so to speak. My stories are public and private goods and the presentation and profits of these stories must be landed in a good and truthful way ~ I've spent much time and energy on how to do this in a way where I can maintain certain intensities and integrity. Intensity for distillation of truth and integrity for power and resonance. Stories are just stories but it is the ***** when someone else co-opts your creation and paves over the nuances and complexities of that which you had overtly placed your personal power, thought, and energy into. You might be reading this and all you are seeing is: ******** ******** ******** ******** All ******** for as far as the eye can see. Fair enough, I've been thinking the same for years but just when I thought I was out, the ******** keeps pulling me back in. As far as I can see though, **** is the distillation of truth and I hope that I can spin this yarn into a web that you will see the ******** structure that holds up the ******** truth and maybe we can try and digest that and compost it and churn through it then grow a mushroom on top of it and then eat the mushroom so we can attempt to find the spiritual truth of what our ******** structure lies upon. This particular idea is not just some floaty meandering abstraction, it is a truth I saw on the land: Longview, Alberta. And this truth was emodied in the ghost I slept in, nearby in Indian Graves Campground that night. The land speaks if we let it; if we have prepared our temples, maybe the land speaks truth. You feel me. If you don't then that's ok. It isn't your time and maybe never will be for this iteration of instinct that I am presenting. My rhymes aren't meant to resonate with everyone all the time. I'm not writing pablum or soul food. Feed your own soul in your own way. That's between you and Mr. Potter and the Chairman. Our truths are our truths and they are absolute. The reason that I know I am prepared to write this story now is because I have done the work. I have found my inner compass and tested it time and again. While in process and flow, the landscaping shifted and my truth's fell away and the absolute revealed itself one star at a time and isn't it ironic how in tune our bards are with the ... wait for it ... enigmatic. So where am I going to land this access point to the White Buffalo medication? I am not. The medicine already flows and always has, I just woke up and took what was prescribed because a dude in shorts once told me: abide!

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how does everything feel so whole & yet so empty? how do you fill everything with a gaze, fleeting how do you question everything with a quirked brow, a pursed lip? how do you fill everything with a surety in an outstretched hand, should i place mine in your palm, should i answer your questions with a small smile? fill your sadness into my vessel, take your pain into my bones? let it settle like it's nestled in a home of enamel and dried blood? how do you repair a fractured heart? with whispered promises against the nape? with late-night proclamations and ramblings, locked secrets from deep within the corridors of our minds should we reside in head-space or pulsing heart? should we etch a title into skin and teeth or leave them unmarked? i wonder... i wonder ...

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Oct 30, 2017

Oct 30, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC

girl-diffused

questions

how does everything feel so whole & yet so empty? how do you fill everything with a gaze, fleeting how do you question everything with a quirked brow, a pursed lip? how do you fill everything with a surety in an outstretched hand, should i place mine in your palm, should i answer your questions with a small smile? fill your sadness into my vessel, take your pain into my bones? let it settle like it's nestled in a home of enamel and dried blood? how do you repair a fractured heart? with whispered promises against the nape? with late-night proclamations and ramblings, locked secrets from deep within the corridors of our minds should we reside in head-space or pulsing heart? should we etch a title into skin and teeth or leave them unmarked? i wonder... i wonder ...

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Lost in the wanderings Through the ancient paths Covered in anonymity Long before they saw light Many civilizations perished Unaware wanderings Lead the heart to unknown territories Lost in the midst of nowhere But have found an existence Uncanny feelings awaken A realization of the lost soul Finally, it has found Crowd of humanity could not spare From the least known places The soul has found a treasure trove Wandering through meanderings Directed the lost traveler To a place of wonder and clarity Herein lies the truth Immerse yourself in silence To celebrate the new realization

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC

amitav

Wanderings

Lost in the wanderings Through the ancient paths Covered in anonymity Long before they saw light Many civilizations perished Unaware wanderings Lead the heart to unknown territories Lost in the midst of nowhere But have found an existence Uncanny feelings awaken A realization of the lost soul Finally, it has found Crowd of humanity could not spare From the least known places The soul has found a treasure trove Wandering through meanderings Directed the lost traveler To a place of wonder and clarity Herein lies the truth Immerse yourself in silence To celebrate the new realization

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A grass land was there, Birds use to dance around, Their song echoed around, Snake use to wonder around! A grass land was there, Porcupine, Rabbits, Pangolin........ Tidy around! A grass land was there, Raindrop meanders around! **** Now only building and terraces are here! Car and two wheeler running around! Noise of human voice and machine thunderous around! People use to say, everything is developing... in and around! **** Still I am searching around The elegant Birds, their song, The gorgeous Snake, their beautiful scroll, The Splendid raindrop on grass! Still I am belligerent, Powerless to remove my childhood memories! **** Still searching.......... The grass land.... Birds.............. Snake...................

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Apr 15, 2014

Apr 15, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC

jayanra-kr-sarma

Lost wonder land

A grass land was there, Birds use to dance around, Their song echoed around, Snake use to wonder around! A grass land was there, Porcupine, Rabbits, Pangolin........ Tidy around! A grass land was there, Raindrop meanders around! **** Now only building and terraces are here! Car and two wheeler running around! Noise of human voice and machine thunderous around! People use to say, everything is developing... in and around! **** Still I am searching around The elegant Birds, their song, The gorgeous Snake, their beautiful scroll, The Splendid raindrop on grass! Still I am belligerent, Powerless to remove my childhood memories! **** Still searching.......... The grass land.... Birds.............. Snake...................

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