Best Clear Eyed Poems

(Oso on a Purrrsian rug) 

Lessons From a Cat

It’s okay to be independent
It’s okay to expect the best
It’s okay to simply sit and watch
Clear eyed, without emotion
As all around others judge you
As selfish or aloof or just plain lazy
As they project
Onto your purrrfect equanimity

(11/30/24)
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Serendipity

God’s hand, like a muse of the serendipity,
Makes His presence self-evident
In marvels colliding
When happy chances of happenstance
Tango with moments of pure whimsy –
Living epiphanies’ lifeblood 
In generosity flowing, spilling over, 
With revelation’s laughter of surprise
To stumble upon clear eyed condensed coincidence –
The synchronicity of planets...

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The American Presidential Election on 8th November 2016
Will determine the nation’s future policies and government
Its candidates will qualify by caucuses and primaries successes
And all most definitely with seriousness will give addresses

Hillary Clinton is a democrat nominee and former first lady 
Barrack Obama’s Secretary of State...

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There's a certain wistful aspect to her gentle grace
A dark haired lovely with elegance embedded in her face
Clear eyed and full lipped with cheekbones well defined
And just to top that outer view is the beauty of her mind

Such a combination must be more than many...

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Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart, 
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced. 
It beats, 
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried. 

But the brain. 
The brain is swarmed
by a scream...

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words,
like wind,
sweep away thoughts,
of dark cyclones twisting,
truth, friction, half-lies and neither,
informing or deceit, inane and blowing,
mouths moving on removable friends,
smiles on plastic faces,
syrup or pap,
save us!
no,
not now,
maybe not ever,
this bed we made,
then wish not to sleep,
in piles of lies, cheap copies,
of honor bright, a truth,
and...

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Men in the rough—on the trails all new-broken obsession
     Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken
     Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.

Men in the rough—sons...

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Darkness falls into endless sleep
Ego spawns, grows to overleap
This dark enemy gloats with glee
A silent death I shall be free

Demons expose the tools of use
With great happiness, self abuse
As if to be an open quay
A silent death I shall be free

Angst of worried despair and...

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the heavens had fallen 
woe coiled about the earth
excuse my very own tangent world of merriment
you never know what you're going to dream about
one foot in the past the other on the gas
while his muse plucked the arrows
sticking out of his chest like harp strings
a...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush, Director of American Studies, King’s College, University of London in...

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clear-eyed springs
unfold her wings
trumpet the joyful
sound of
cherry blossom trees
while
sharing her 
branches 
with
shiny black yellow 
and
red breasted
lorries of the spring
oh lord
when 
i
hear heaven sing...

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The restricted heart 
                    shrinks bitter and remote, 
punishes the spinal watchtower 
with ghosts of tunnel vision. 

Keyhole surgery in a dreamy eye, 
  ...

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a common denominator
eager, calm, procrastinator
all those hoping to be greater
take on the ego deflater

self aware, in tune and clear-eyed
the completely bonafide
abruptly lost, quiet,tongue tied
embarrassed, trying hard to hide

silent, conflicted, filled with doubt
almost escaped but can’t get out
upset, angry, ready to shout
cannot help but let feelings...

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Wall in the Woods

A solitary pensive woodland canticle
Wanders through summer’s souvenirs,
A gypsy quilt of green transformed to crimson flame,
And prophesies of empty paeans swiftly riding
Through a meandering row of barren arms
Keeping silent watch at last light over crumbling lines,
Smooth river stones staggering
Beneath the jealous hand...

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Ethereal concentration of pure light
Guardian angels start out spherical                           
Like babies in an egg with halos glowing
Answering only to...

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