Best Contexts Poems

Glorious hues arise from halo of morning sky
As dreamy eyes take me on a wondrous ride
Where cottony clouds scatter layers of purple
Adorning with shades of heliotrope flowers.

On my ride I visualize a celestial place on earth
Hearing fairy tales from fabled views unfolding,
And I ask my...

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Her appearance
    I cannot express
  But sure I know her
    in the flesh

  In myriad contexts can she speak
    though she's not multilingual
  She may be married, maybe single
    in...

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           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of commerce, barrooms and boards of directors, the known and unknown. No one of course is completely unknown. I...

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While reading the delightful novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my *roamings started
Over entrancing *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe  
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem...

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Number of Man
(Webster’s Ninth)

Money trail reveals factor
To assemble humans follow layout
Swat down charges with linguistic racket
Sticks more effective than carrot dangle
Arguments sustained by pundits' jangle
Beached on shallow force Fed truths we paddle

Pedantic pets get paddle
First world states where offspring are a factor
Searching for meaning results...

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“Inside the Great Halls of Us”



Inside 
The Great Halls of Us,
there resides a ghost 

IT hides in plain sight,
waiting quietly, alone, 
in our dark

there, IT holds ITs light,
to draw us further in,
we nervously laugh IT off 

ITs reflection lit,
seems glowingly familiar,
we are frightened of IT...

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Dear Siblings Three,

At least three of us four
have survived this first round
of sharing our seeing Reds 
and our feeling Blues.

At this point
I imagine our eldest sister
reading with interest,
and/or possibly contempt,
and holding all these things
in her heart and mind.

The other three of us,
two Blue,
elder brother Red,
each...

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While reading the ADMIRABLE novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my roamings started
Over CAVING *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe.  
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem...

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The French word for ‘cockroach’ is ‘le cafard’.
In some contexts it can mean ‘depression’.
But for the soldiers always standing guard, 
‘Avoir le cafard’ refers to boredom.
I’ve heard war has been described as follows:
“Ninety percent boredom, the rest: TERROR”.
It’s true for those hiding in their hollows,
Whether...

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Rotating Door 
(M J Halliday 20140623)

I stepped through the rotating door,
To be born in a nameless land.
Recycled again, like before...
A soul as ageless as the sand.

No one escapes mortality.
I stepped through the rotating door.
Spent the next life in a city
Among the disenfranchised poor.

The next few...

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I think about intelligence
     And wonder why we think our due
     Is sanctioned by our own IQ
That natural inheritance
     Compels us by unbending laws
     To evolutionary cause
That beggars to...

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Another time Musings

Where roads  add,  alongside cars that multiply,
So also power supply,  as its need grows,
Where folks do not , from social duties, fly
And, due care, for those dying slow deaths, bestow,
Where cooking gas refills are in prompt supply,
Rice with bran intact...

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We have two ears
But many people can’t still hear
Different contexts
Breed different blockages
People often write because no one listens

Marriages can fall apart
Because partners often don’t listen to each other
Defending their cause
They give themselves applause
Not realizing the cause can be a listening deficit!

People often write because no...

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(Author's note: Traditions of walking a labyrinth as a form of meditation go back many centuries. Labyrinths in Christian contexts usually have a single, winding path instead of a maze’s many possible dead-end paths. Mazes are puzzles to be solved. Labyrinths are tools for meditation.)

Life...

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English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to be a global lexicon these days.

It’s a continuing effort that...

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