Best Busied Poems

Stage 1

Trick-or- treating long after dark, we knocked on an old lady’s door.
Her annoyed look clearly did not match our Halloween glee.
But that did not dissuade us from dashing to the next lighted porch.


Stage 2

I took my two small kids out in cute costumes Halloween...

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Tribute

Bright star, ascendant,
Now too quickly gone,
Light becoming -
Bright as transparent rainbow colors
Made of sun and storm
Lingering on the sky 
With not one color unseen,
Full spectrum complete
Of joys, of tears, of hope -
Abiding memory
Of child becoming one
With woman
In endless summer days
Winter secrets spoken beneath storms
Running through...

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                           The wind is blowing cold tonight 

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[1. Challenge]
“Have you even been listening to one
Word I have said,” she asked? I to my
Shame, withdrew from my reverie of sheer
Nothingness, at least nothing important.
“No, my dear, you are right, I was lost in
A fog I should not have entered.” Hurt
Shadowed her eyes, but...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the hanging grey   
  Smoke, tinged with barely noticeable trace of mauve, 
   Dawdling lazily in...

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Sat all alone beside that muttering shoreline he busied 
      Himself, diligently, and sewed.                          ...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence over pale water;           
Faded, thin wisps of ribboned 
 Pink...

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The time was 1969, the place- Home-Economics class in junior high. While guys got sent 
to “shop,” those of us of the softer sex learned culinary skills. I loved those days when the 
room was filled with the sounds of our chatting, laughing and clanging...

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After the storm has passed,
Pelting rain has ceased, and
Ratchet winds have shifted into
Tolerable and non-threatening breezes,
Life resumes in an ordinary sense. 
As grey clouds move east,
The sky opens to unveil its majesty 
And daybreak takes its proper place. 
Slowly the sun emerges,
Rising like a phoenix,...

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SAVING GRACE

In the middle of the universe, I stand
Where it all revolves around man
Selling and consuming disastrous blends 
Burning the candle at both ends 
Neglecting duty, overriding beauty
This story of the ages, never told by sages
Who lived in the bell jar, with the fat cats...

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Could you imagine,
A face like that?
Created by the face of an angel
And modeled like fashion
For the damned and deceased.
A respected locksmith,
Drunk on insomnia and aging,
Kissing the pavement
With bare and busied feet.
The Brazilian beauty
Who prides herself as
The representative of blushing.
The one who catches the bouquet
By chance...

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A traveler dwelling among refreshing springs
The busied day was drawing a close
Evening dishes clamored loudly to sing
Outside my door a whipping wind blows

Working to rest a goodnight rest
Again I hear that whipping wind that blows
But wait that's a knocking at my nest
Unexpected to my surprise...

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Free-falling in the fire, 
In the fire of desire
Of your coal soul
As darkness takes its toll

Walking into the shadows of the unknown
I am lost and found like an odd lone bone
I groan in shame, 
I wish you would stay
Life is not a game; 
You’ll learn...

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Wicked
Young minds
They delude innocence
Forever they act sovereign
Ameer

Childish
Their behavior
Often they clamor
Wail their emotions behemoth
Dour

Play
With gesture
Time befriend rejoice
Busied with oneirisms foretold
Pollyannaish

Cozened
Hatful alibis
Bebop their paroles
Disputes often looked battles
Liberty

Bored
By pages
Books limned cartoons
Brains mattered to creations
Jejune

Love
Yet teemed
Maneuvered by care
Parents seek for smile
Charismatic

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S o dispassionate I have BECOME 
E ager voices of people made me NUMB
R ambling tales of them just gave BOREDOM
I  to restore my faith, still silently seek FREEDOM
O ffshore built my own little place to avoid any BOTHERSOME
U nafraid, un-argued, unasked, un-broken, ah...

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