Best Density Poems

Rooted in rising aspirations
Left alone in a field of dread
Autumn glimpses of
Winter wind skies
Whither the harvest
of withering drive
Whether  twas worth it
To be so alive
Standing  silent
beside fruited seeds
Steadfastly set
in his ways...

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Cha cha cha
Move to the groove
Feel that heat
Make your feet move
       Sha sha sha
       Jump in the rump
       Let your mind
      ...

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Last night there was a star stumbling in the sky
Mumbling like an imbecile cuz it was high
Each disrespectful word
Was totally absurd
It makes me wonder... what is wrong with this guy?

He has no clue how to write poems that make sense
Guess I'll chalk it up to...

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I want to speak to you so badly
but I’m just going to sit here hoping
you’ll start the conversation.

Boys are so dense!

I even send an obvious signal:
I didn't pull out my phone and get all busy
the moment we were alone. 

Duh....

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Third density, here now on earth
Human experience 
Discernment and joyous bliss mirth
Pure childlike innocence 

Born thus, yet we lose it
Head, heart, love, perfect fit
Let’s rise to the summit

Serenity
Third density

06-September-2021
Quietus ...

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Humans are supposed to be, Mother Nature’s caretakers
but it seems like, they just want to be undertakers
as all of our breeding, increases human population
that only leads to, Mother Nature’s destruction

Humans have become like, bacteria in a petri dish
forever spreading, with so much, human density
like being...

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1. In matters of MATTER.
density is a function of SPACE,
and not of matter, or "things."

2. A propeller that's spinning will cut 
Yet in a smaller space, the same will act as a wall
 - not cut you or me, but push, or bang up against...

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The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.

The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.

The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.

The past is...

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