Best Bombarding Poems

Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote 
blue sphere, purling,

spinning helplessly 
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free; 
to reach out.

Scorpius sprawls low 
across the Autumn void;
a celestial...

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Do you see What I see?
Dr Fauci says to wear a mask and social distance, it will prevent the spread of the virus. Has it, NO! It is spreading like wild fire. Fauci either is wrong or he's lying or both. I think both!
How do...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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When random thoughts are bombarding a mind,
Cohesiveness among them is hard to find.
Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams,
Even what is seen, is not what it seems.

One must not resist, just let the thoughts flow.
Look for the patterns and see what they show.
They show...

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Mirror of Memories

On my brown bedroom wall hangs an old misty mirror,
with a ghostly reflection staring vacantly back at me.
It’s taunting me and I don’t know why.
Whose melancholy face is it that I see?

That graying woman looks strangely familiar.
I can’t remember where I’ve seen her...

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When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind.  The gate to the secret garden of imagination is pried from its forgiving hinges and the child is free to expand their imagination to galaxy proportions.
The simple...

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From the north he came nimbly in the night
	Softly silently bombing blanketing buds

Saturating each single stem
	Snowy sneak attack barraging bombarding bark

Wracking white war-like wonder
	With relentless wrath and rage

Cardinal calling watching in wonder
	Bright crimson claret buried between alabaster boughs

Chipmunk and squirrel shell-shocked
	By snowy shrapnel scamper to...

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The internet has morphed
into a fickle friend,
warping reality
in many subtle ways
that no one could foresee.

The internet has morphed
into a worldwide web
that influences you;
bombarding you with posts
that tend to tout one view.

The internet has morphed
into a confidant
with sympathetic ears; 
like an omnipresence
crying emoji tears.

The internet has...

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You don’t consume a second meal
Before the first’s digested.
Your senses need some time to sort
The tastes you’ve just invested.

The same holds true for things you see
Or places where you travel.
Experience requires time
To stick, or might unravel.

When news is gotten, good or bad,
It takes a little...

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So you've been around the world and
Have university degrees and
Married
With lots of trophies?

With all you have-
You should be ashamed
Throughout your life-
No wisdom you have gained?

So this is your worth and
this is your cost
today you have everything
so tomorrow- will be lost.

I lay here scribbling words
Feeling guilty...

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Love is the universal consciousness of the one

        Lust is the material desire that overpower's the many

                     ...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that seemed solid too often turned squalid. With unfinished thoughts (and...

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Turn on the TV, Its death and pain, All this negativity bombarding my brain, tring to kill my 
humanity... Seeing mankind living in vain...

 A man sells WARS
 A man sell GUNS

 A man with no soul
 A man having fun

To propagate hate or sell...

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Walk along the leafy paths dappled with shade
turn over a rock or two and watch the scurrying
as little insects scatter looking for some covering
finding it underneath some sticks and a grass blade

Sit quietly and just listen to the song birds singing
with music and beauty they...

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Major misery must have been mounting on Monday.
The traffic jam miraculously DIDN'T end until terrific Tuesday.
The traffic at 4pm was winding way westward which was way 
More than what we wished was wishful thinking.

Well it was a colorful and confusing week.
All the while we were...

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