Best Exploring Poems

as he enters he switches 
off the lights 

particles of light peep 
through the blinds
the air filled with tension 
we haven't been here in this 
space in what seem like ages 

the smell of flowers so 
overpowering 
I shield myself from his gaze 
his hands...

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By clasping the lightning string
I reach the sky
Wondrous view there, I spy 

Sitting on the fluffy clouds
I roam everywhere
Outspread clouds, my magic chairs

Crafting shapes out of clouds
I drive a dinosaur,
Sometimes rabbits, lion and omnivores 

Goading the animals
I explore the sky's grandeur
And search for the heaven's...

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Earth is but a tiny speck of color, spinning round and round
orbiting the sun in the ebon universe without making a sound.
Come and lay beside me in a meadow and let's pretend
we're floating in space where dreams never have to end

Let's visit the constellations in...

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I write wildly, 
Expressing, emoting
Fierce,feelings flowing
Quickly, quietly through my head
Placing, pen on paper
Releasing, recurring ,wraths within
Clearing, cleansing, the clarity conquers
Images influence entirely everything
Piles of pictures purged from my mind
Silencing my souls, shadowed secrets
Freeing a forbidden feeling of my past
Slowly, solace seeps 
Renewing and refreshing 
Entirely...

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Curiosity.
Exploring Innocence,
In all innocence.
A journey into manhood.

At three, sweet Linda’s flower bloomed for me
in my driveway under our old maple tree
where pedestrians, neighbours, family could see.

In our innocence- as we explored – they did not exist
for us, as we, in our innocence – you show...

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My eyes see you...
Time stands still...
My fingers eager to explore...
Lips moist and sensual...
Your scent is on me...
Holding you tight...
Dreams entwined.......

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If troubles were akin to veils,
which on their own do not one blind,
when multiplied can quickly smother,
overwhelming smothered mind.

But tearing off these piling veils,
is not piled order in reverse.
Instead chaotic - scramble, tangle!
Multiply their tangled curse.

Then sight and breath and sound collide,
while screaming darkness suffocates.
Distorting...

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Our minds play
an eisegetical game
transubstantiating our debating minds
translating our felt bodies
embodied contexts

Natural/Spiritual environments
felt yet untouched messages
spoken through ancient metaphoric narratives
polypathic tales
multiculturing mysteries
sacred polytheistic histories

Felt 
egocentrically thoughtful
inside

Touched
exterior-invested
sacred trans-pantheistic skin
outside transparent reverence
for all born vulnerably holy
within and without.

Secular
colonizing
patriarchal 1 above
beyond

Sacred ecopolitical
root chakra 
sensory co-empathic
compassion circling 0
inside/outside communion

Below...

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A man named Ai was sent to Gethen on a ship in the solar orbit, 
he was the first mobile who had the ability to mindspeak-
He spends two years in Karhide convincing them to join Ekumen,
as the nation was just about to reach their sanctioned...

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Consciously exploring my Purpose

I am spirit having a human existence, that, I can clearly see
I am here for a special reason, for there is no other like me
As I evolve I seek my purpose, and am consciously exploring 
With special attention to my talents and...

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Nobody can discover anything
that's hidden in the quite woods
of the striking wilderness:
if adventure and curiosity limit
our perception to fully discover it
with the keenest senses:
it can make us marvel at the loveliness.
of the butterflies or the swiftness of falcons,
and if we had wings, we could see...

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Eyes shut, exploring
The inhale, and the breath... deep-
Unearth my treasures....

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Nobody can discover anything
that's hidden in the quite woods
of the bewildering wilderness...
if adventure and curiosity limit
our perception to fully explore it;
and it can't make us marvel at its loveliness,
if delicate butterflies or at the swiftness of falcons
that chase after colorful starlings, not vicious eagles; ...

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Our nickname for bogeys was 'crows'
Small fingers were wedged up our nose 
We got frequently told
Please stop digging for gold
Did I excavate ... shh no one knows!

 
www.theanswerbank.co.uk/Phrases-and-Sayings/Question165276.html


As children we called bogeys ‘crows’ it is a regional word in the Derby/Nottingham/Stoke areas... incidentally my hubby...

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Rabbit Hill 

We ramble
In the evening
Killing time before 
The storm 

When we stumble
Through a gateway
To a field
Or someone's lawn. 

There are hillocks
Giving flashes
Of bobtails
Hopping by 

And with burrows
Peppered neatly
And so pleasing
To the eye 

So my daughter
Is in heaven
And her mind
Begins to scheme 

As her favourite
Creature...

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