Best Conception Poems

Whats at your center?
Where is your peace? 
Is it puppies or the season, maybe color.
     For me, you see, it must be the sky, the trees, the way they meet. 
The way they vary but always stay the same. 
Blue by...

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Conception

There
In seconds words birth
A phrase laboring me to pen
Anticipation of a perfect offspring
Contraction squint the mind for me
That shudders a intent, until
It flops on the page, kicking
Father critic oversee sternly 
At times pushing me to the side
I separate from a creator
A witness as it breathes...

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We are each
a “Little Light Beloved”
so told to me in a dream~

each a blessed spark 
released – far greater
than any Devil would
have man consider, let alone~
righteously seem! 
                 ...

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Declaration of Conception:
(Books are life)




Syringe of knowledge
Injected into my vein
           Before birth
           In the womb
          ...

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The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.

Apelike, a grin gawps.

In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.

Slipshod I slip away from that world
adjusting my internal optics.

A blueberry muffin...

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Standing
as in a dream
            bemused
in my private world
alone

and yet surrounded
by others

                thoughts
read
digested
and considered

waiting
listening then
     ...

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rock bottom
buried under heavy layers
of stones and gravel
a dangerous liaison with melancholy
breathing in poisonous dust from crushed impact

a heavy weight rests on the mind
has made itself too settled for comfort
but there must be a shifting of the light
inconceivable at first 
gradual until life
becomes bearable once...

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As the church celebrates your feast day
known as the Immaculate Conception,
we're grateful for your intercession,
to be part of your Son's redemption.

Preserved from original sin,
a grace and privilege you've attained.
You're the new Eve, our Blessed Mother,
who'll define us through your apparitions.

Your litany of titles draws us...

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re-post inspired by Constance contest


footle-CHINESE WHISPER

low voice

no choice




Note A footle-2 lines,2 syllbles with a title-Ligh verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc with an integral title
(technically a trochaic monometer)hence I label the form as a footle best exampled by the 
famous        FLEAS...

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Ah for the love of our Lord. Many folks don't understand
 what is meant by the "Immaculate Conception".
    
 I too at one time thought the title referred to the 
Virgin birth of Our Lord Christ. That it was as said in...

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My eyes
they saw you
fine as can be
with features a
goddess would own

I tried to
compare you
with others I see
but naturally you
stood alone

I scattered
your picture well
in my heart so
your face was all
it could see

I later
discovered that
this was the
start of a wonderful
feeling in me

I’ve pondered
the thought of
being forever with
you...

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An Orwellian Conception

As long as they see what you assume they see, and they agree,
then, that’ll be the reality we’ll assume you want to live in.
If this makes sense, then be at peace among friends.
You can sleep innocently; no-one will mete out punishment!

The past can’t...

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At night when we lay content 
at the conclusion of our day,
wearied from labor 
but glad in our endeavors,

I will inevitably say,
   something of inconsequence,
   while our barrier’s down
   to feel your laughter,

slide inside my soul
   and...

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I was walking down life’s highway thinking of yesterday

Boy I learned a lesson that’s why I write today

The freight train called tomorrow smacked me oh so fast

I didn’t see it coming because I was staring at my past

I hope I learned the lesson and will...

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You asked me for a poem today.
I raised the roof of my skull 
like the hood of a jalopy,
I replaced the sparkplugs and 
Revved my six cylinders, smoking 
Choking an unbreathable cloud, 
My tarnished shroud.

You asked me for a poem today,
And here I am full...

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