Best Wisdom Poems

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?

Pride...

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Dwell not, O soul, on yesterday, 
  on sorrows past and gone -
the sketch you drew so long ago, 
  today may be...

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have you not heard me?

borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
    still, you...

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Colors daubed for seasons' scenes
          I sift through life for what it means
   ...

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sometimes
we are afraid to jump
but we take the leap

sometimes
when we fall deeply
it's not our limbs injured

sometimes
what is meant for us
hurts too much

sometimes
nothing makes sense
confusion reigns...

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American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without...

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just going  to church every week ~ does not make you a better Christian

be grateful for everything that you have ~ because many have...

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I took a walk with God today,
His pace far more casual than
mine. His voice a bit softer,
calmer. His visions, far more
loftier, but not views to...

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WHO I’LL BE TOMORROW

If what I am,
And what I do,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I say,
And what I don’t,
Makes me who I’ll be...

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Don't dwell on what could have been, better it is to dwell on what can be... 
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Never give up trying, or your life book will...

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I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in...

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tenderly ...
as if robin's eggs
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands -
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their care
I...

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For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                ...

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What seems now old 
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told 
We cease to over chew
*****
All that is old hold a treasure 
If only...

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My confession
I murdered them all
impostors
claims of poetic devices
when the evidence was only
rants piled upon rants

A circle of praises
made the courts dizzy
the frauds committed
only added to...

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