Best Detours Poems

“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
  Is our destined end or way;
  But to act, that each to-morrow
  Find us farther than today.”
A...

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Privileged is the right of ingress, bearing your beloved name, 
To chambers of your heart, where burns a sacred flame,
Of inner sanctum divine, in sanctity...

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As you ponder each turn that has landed you here,
taut tempo will quicken and frail futures loom near.
Take one somber moment, step away from the...

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A thousand steps in between 
who I was and who I am now 
do I wonder about the detours? 
do I wish I took the...

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When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in...

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How Does a Soul Enter Heaven?

How does a soul enter Heaven?
Suddenly.  Often quietly.  Whole and Complete.
Stepping through the flimsy membrane of time
On scented...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation...

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No matter the darkness
and blackness of night
the sun always rises
to shine forth her light

And though there are some
who won't reach the dawn
from our hearts and...

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Father it’s me again. It’s been too long between talks
Days, years: restless lost wasted years
Choices made based on greed, pride, arrogance and misbegotten dreams
It’s difficult...

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My car is equipped with maps and a GPS
With a great fear of getting lost I am obsessed
 
Men seem to have a different navigation...

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Calm eyes, steady hands, I join my palms and pray,
	Where am I, who are you, Please make everything ok. 
Two feet on the ground, thru...

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"Poets are Us" 

The blood dripped 
off each piranha's 
sharpened fang

acquiescing 
compliant
with tragic complacency

keep it neat and clean
within the margins
no detours 

stick like Teflon
to the...

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I've been sitting up here day after day and months on end, and please, let's not talk about years
I watch you stare at me when...

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Destination of dreams

Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized
destinations of our own heart’s desires

Routes become numbers and numbers become moments
as the planning cycle, with...

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Hurdled is life’s highway to every milestone:
Detours, traffic woes~ impediments to goal,
Perturbing in hindrances that endlessly groan 
Searching exit ramp to soothe anguished soul.

Though memories...

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