Best Circulations Poems

Not only the atmosphere has an unending circulation of water shedding tears, facing the deepest fear, struggles drove to a dead end switched gears, enormous...

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Life As Perceived Reality

We believe and think what beings we are;  
Juiced up ready to expel our seeds
to create new generations of replications. ...

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friendship, imagery, imagination, inspiration, muse, poetry, word play,

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Posting of one’s poem has come to be an inspiring word play
We’ve read one another’s word/worked...

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Her currents are         the watercourses
that drive           ...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor...

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I'm ignoring the drum major
Or at least I wished I was,
since she can be very loud,
and I'm fingering my Shako,
you can pet him if you...

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The small words

“All that`s mean nothing” not my words 
but I often think about it, when reading the newspaper
I look for the no-news the filling...

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An evil word casually dangling
A lie for a lie that more and more dashed the expectations
When belief and rely are questioned
When the wait became so...

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As I was in national park virunga
 and I saw a zebra 
which was giving birth and
one black and white cobra 
passed by there.
 I admired...

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Drapes clashing from a clear, dark night
The remarkable scene- the risk I must take flight

Don't listen to all the commotion 

You are an attrition to hunger
Save...

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Thirsty life, thirsty heart 
The tendency of my thought 
Takes me nowhere 
Ifs and buts to bear 
Stuck in the web of emotions
A feel of...

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my auditory ins ain't been much good
since not much past my childhood

my visions clouded more each day
don't matter much in shades of grey

i thought i...

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So as deaf to spacious loitering's retried,
that circulations needling, so bona fide
does penetrate my nerve to cause deride
monopolizing cost and courage stride!

Do listen not, to...

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Celia from 'A' 
  tenures the lot
Standing near those Grey
  Bay's rocky scabs
slapp'd by tide
Stagnant water
  Green at the feet.

 Into time...

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Almost all the stars and planets run 
in certain directions, 
but lives and hearts 
in unpredictable circulations...

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