Best Dulling Poems

'Neath umbra skies I seek a mirrored moment

the breeze a capricious charmer
blows serpentine sways to life
a ballet of tall switchgrass dancers
sweeping edges raspy green
dulling in the ever dimming light
their brassy symphony a soft cymbals’ siss
lure my thoughts to ramble a willowy maze
mesmerizing my mental landscape...

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Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise! to beyond where breakers break long-suffering shores
pitiless the grind of stones and shells to grounds -
ride the quiet swell to...

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Our dark founding father, of American literature,
A sinister beacon of darkness, lighting the way
Into the darkened abyss of mankind’s soul.
Within the galleria of madness, he is the
Grandmaster of the black ink, and it's
 Written words of terror.
In thus the shadow realm, does his spirit
Still roam,...

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I reach out
For the icy, dulling numbness
Of whipping winter winds
For the frozen laughter
Of ice packed play by snow-capped kids

I reach out
For the green, fresh spring grass
And the blooming of path side flowers
For the chirps of birds
In baby budding trees

I reach out
For the penetrating summer sun
And...

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This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart

Distance frames the walls of
the addressed…since canceled 

Splintered dreams on the edges are worn,
time has shaved the moments…the places
on broken calendars swinging freely...

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Revealed in that ancient place
where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone,
the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known,
rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face,
my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand,
body...

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How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love without his conviction,
Left willful in sin with nothing to fear.

In...

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The simplicity of life
Transparent as black glass
Bordering my ever contemplating mind
And the annoyingly optimistic
High pitched
And easily recognizable
Music of the Beatles
Struggles to overcome 
my black soul
And forces the image of Paul and John
As they point in my direction
And shout for all to hear
And all to know
That...

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I hope you smile, when you remember me. 
Once a fleeting while, a thought of what could be. 
I don’t mind the pain, a dulling sense of being. 
Omnipotence to gain, yet a constant thought of fleeing. 
Staring down the side, an end to the...

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Our bodies are designed for birth and death,
the brain is subconsciously in control.
At birth, we instinctively take a breath
without being urged; we're born to our role.

Our bodies release endorphins at birth
to ease our passage, dulling birthing pain.
We arrive pre-programmed for life on Earth,
and it's all...

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The change is dynamic, a rhythm so sweet, 
Every second, time dances to its beat. 
Every moment, life, a constant flow, 
Dulling if static, refusing to grow.

Life spins in cycles, a carousel of change, 
Innocence fades, curiosity arranged. 
Maturity's embrace, a shift so profound, 
Old...

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Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as wham
bam
thank you ma'am
linkedin with emergence
of Internet and poetry slam
opportunities availed...

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There's no beauty in the fur of your wings
When I catch you still and pin you down
Why all the flowers you visit
Are each more engrossing in its appeal

And yet you irk my curiosity, your
Splatter of glitter and color in dance,
Across dulling terrains, faces, you're
A beguiling...

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My list is long today.
But the voice says sleep --
Don't engage,
Don't create,
Don't make the bed --

Sleep

Begone sunshine.

My mind falls to empty thought --
Is this dementia?
Will my mind curl up
     and sleep to death?

Will I follow my mother into the depths
 ...

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A race. 
Far flung and far fetched. 
Begin's now. 

A race for time. 
Against Time itself. 

The sands are flowing,
shifting like the Saharan dunes.
This is a race...a race against time.

The world, it's collapsing.
Everything.
Disasters, natural and our fault.
Increasing, more often than not.

A race...the race against Time....

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