Best Dweller Poems

When you exhale
Into my life
I become
Nothing more
Than
A bubble dweller

Sometimes you inflate
My dwelling with
gentle whispers
Of wind...

Increasing my self
Esteem with every
Every breath

I rely on you
For my
Habitat

But is this fair?
What if you're not
Conscious?

What if you
Forget
I live here?

What if you get
tired of blowing 
Bubbles?

Will I 
Cease to
exist?


Does my 
happiness
depend...

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Vibrant blissful presence, empathetic
Eager to serve whoever comes his way
Pure hollowed out form, always ecstatic
To the rhythm divine, in stillness sways

Spontaneous love bewilders ego
Throb of bliss brooks no thought interference
Flowing in gentleness sweet and mellow
Bubbling with joyous childlike innocence 

As a humble conduit of the...

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What regrets remain to repair,
which requires estranged souls to pair,
that thus so garnering clear sight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light?

Whence unshackled from our mind tree,
though dwelling in form, soul is free
and as in time, peaks bliss delight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s...

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If I was a deaf person
would you ever talk to me
Or would you just pass me by
In favor of simplicity.
If I was a blind person
Would you ever guide me through
Or would you just set me off to myself
For someone else to rescue.
If I was acrippled...

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Poor cave-dweller, come out!
Come breathe the fresh air.
Life is waiting for you
out there.

Living in darkness
with despair
ages you
and greys your hair.

Come to the light
and leave the haze.
It's waiting for you.
Catch its rays.

Just look up
and never give up!


By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  5/22/2017
"All Rights Reserved"...

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"Look, look, my dearest! Look at the sky!"
Said the tall cave dweller
With a sparkling smile in his eye

"Do you see the that vibrant rainbow?"
He asked the little pumpkin he held in his arms
"We must chase it! We must go!"

The pumpkin pouted and lay still on...

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A people full
of speech 
with no attitude 
of progress....

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Forest Dweller. 


forest dweller all in green shape shifting with eyes never yet seen 



a movement of a branch then bows delightfully where once he has been 



walking like the leaves rustle but quiet in mean 



birds sit upon him unknowing because he is part...

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Heart Dweller
Dwelling in the heart , the heart dweller
Making the way of life;

Inclining to the emotions and feelings
Reaching the gate of thy;

Ephemeral were your words and phrases
Breaking the promises of mine;

Your characters and attitudes, whatsoever
Being the effeminate for masculine;

Boasting upon the qualities and traits
Is your...

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*Holly (Vault Dweller)*

Hey bartender,
Who's that girl over there,
The one nursing the whiskey in the corner,
She has that press hat one that makes her look...strangely debonair.

*Bartender*

That'll be our little Ms. Piper Wright,
She runs the local paper,
Spends all day looking for a story then types the rest...

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Quick, with gliding stride
Adapting to urban life
Coyote survives



Hard to believe..
but there are coyotes in San Francisco...

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His life echoes in misery in his tin house,
as the arms of the law crackdown on rioters,
who get their money from politicians.

Selling second-hand clothes is his main job,
but the council officers extort money from him,
leaving him dry, frustrated and teary. His face shows
he's seen a...

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There dwells
A lady among us,
Her, we trust or mistrust.
She goes on and on.
She blinds us until she has gone.

Makes us think real hard.
But will not reveal the hidden card.

The voices deep inside her head,
Their shrill tones eventually shed.

Many dusks slip into dawns,
As she sings us...

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This is our observed phenomenon report.
It appears the earth people have a strange sport.
They swing a wooden stick at a horsehide sphere.
When it goes over the fence, it’s “outta here”.
Move counterclockwise on a diamond-shaped field.
Numbers on the scoreboard, a “run” is the yield.
This is a...

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Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.

Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together...

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