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Best Poems Written by Paula Grover

Below are the all-time best Paula Grover poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Depression Is

Depression Is

Depression is...
a dog-paddle in The Tar Pit of Agony
a slow drop into Quicksand
a dark marsh at night
a fallen, hollow tree
a desert of endless sand
an ocean of impenetrable deep
a long, troubled sleep
a nightmare that lasts into day
a patient gasping for air on a metal table
a preacher preaching an impossible fable
ghosts in an empty house 
a frozen lake 
exhaustion on top of a snowy mountain peak
the sudden gutless drop of a roller coaster ride
the drab convention of yet another day
a pen running out of ink 
a song with no singer 
a bird with no wings
a mouldy bun
a shorted electrical circuit
a landscape with no observer
an empty coffin
a smoke-filled coffee shop
a hyena on heroin
an ending with no story
a beginning with no end...

The End.

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Herondiamante

Herondiamante


Heron
Proud, peaceful
searching, wading, fishing
River Bird with a Beak of Ice
standing, watching, waiting
Blue Warrior
Sentinel

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Deer Cross Path

Deer Cross Path

Deer cross path
in winter-spring,
a panoramic parade
of a graceful herd family
serene and slender
in the snow-park sunshine.
Shady woods offer refuge
to the group 
as they make their way
cautiously amidst trees,
their hoof-prints
marking the snow
as an artist's 
signature,
these gracious painters
of nature-scene 
wonder-awe.

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A Morning Cup O' Tea

A Morning Cup O' Tea


Teapot, brew me a tea
that I may sit
out in the sunshine,
on my porch
with a cup of hot warmth.
How I love
to hold my large old teacup
and drink in the zest!
Charcoal, my cat,
wanders willy-nilly,
lazily pacing
now here, now there
as I watch him
from my perch
upon the porch.
My quest for zest 
fills me with the moment,
as I write about 
that ever-loving home,
my cup o' tea.

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From Doubt-Stones To Light-Joy

From Doubt-Stones to Light-Joy

Discover the Doubt-Stones of the mind
only to reveal a fearful obligation
which burdens the Joy of Light
within the spirit-body
and fills it with a density
that bogs the body
in a swamp of obsessive compulsions.
Panic ensues!
And what mental chaos erupts
from a mind intent
on a strict ordering of the Universe?
Only through once again
embracing the joy of the Light-Child
does the anxious adult
begin to transform
that dark and onerous load.

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Nap-Dream

Nap-Dream

 Out of Nap-Dream
colours explode
Purple! Pink! Blue-white-black!
I stumble in and about my abode
(in some other dimension of reality)
and struggle in vain
to pour coffee into mugs
for inter-dimensional visitors.
My brain seizes up 
in a sudden spasm of REM sleep...
Waves shoot through mind-realm
as I plunge blindly across
the timeless book shelves 
of Nap-Dream.

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Barred Owl

Barred Owl

Snow-blowing
window scene
presents a forest
of bare branches
upon one of which
an owl perches,
the snow-wind flying
at its ruffle-feathers.
Watcher sits
at the computer
determined to identify
the owl variety:
"Barred Owl?"
she wonders,
looking at screen-picture.
A sudden snowy gust,
and Watcher peers out
at the tree
only to find it
empty
and the owl gone...
flown off 
in a second's glance away,
nowhere 
to be seen...
while Watcher awaits wisdom
through the window
just one more time.

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Man On Stone Island

Man on Stone Island

Cars whiz by
as ragged, tufted 
man on stone island
carries his sign,
"hungry"
"homeless"
he has written
on the cardboard;
cars whiz by.

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A Busker's Dream

A Busker's Dream


The Wayward Busker
paints a vision
from world-tattered images
of a bard who gropes his way along the street,
leaving Light-Dark footprints
wherever he travels. 
Who is he,
this edge-tossed madman
who twirls around 
in his kaleidoscope of brilliant colors
and distant dreams?
He is who he is,
and let no one block his way of being
nor try to take away 
his life of music;
for it is this sound-poetry which feeds his soul
in a hungry world,
this color-scape voice-land
of forlorn songs
and brightest fantasies
that ushers us down the path to the greatest depths.
Music, dance!
Songs sing themselves
as friendly breezes,
old words riding
on the wings of a tune
while cloud-clowns meander the sky,
framing the artistry
of The Busker's Crescendo,
gradually reigning down
a storm of notes
full of life, sorrow, laughter, tears.
Jim, do not lose hope;
your spirit fills the world
with the magic
of a Busker's Dream.

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Lone Snow Swan

Lone Snow Swan

Lone Snow Swan
swims ice-water,
graceful 
along river 
tinged by frost-banks.
Geese gather 
in a gaggle
on the sidelines
as the single swimmer
holds
the cold centre,
tension mounting
between snowscape
and water 
as the two
reconcile
into a
winter-water
peace-freeze.