Best Field Of View Poems

I rise at the center of...
Is it a room? This is a face.
There is motion, too fast, too clamorous.
Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift
into my field of view.
Recognize! The message spoken
ends in an upward curve.
Interpret! It means a question

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He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to his honourable name.

He moves his painter’s palette from the east unto the west
From north to south he coats the sweeping...

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Normally, I'm not one to be alarmed by things that go bump in the night,
But the other night I saw something that gave me a most dreadful fright!
I awoke to make a visit to you know where (as us old guys are prone to do)!
As...

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A stranger to the naked eye,
this ghostly apparition glimpsed 
within my eyepiece field of view. 

Scarce in contrast noted,
its pale orb stares back at me
through gossamer, pale eyes. 

An Owl betokened here,
to mark the grave 
of an ancient, dazzling sun. 

That for eons shed its...

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The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
     cement spongsbob
     square pant sized couch cushions
 
     leapt into field of...

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Magic Beans come in all sorts of colours and favors,
Some are sour,
 some are sweet,
 some are the ones you do not eat,
In my bag of magic beans,

Drip your hand in,
see what color you discover,

The colour red,
Will embed thoughts like thread to a sewing machine,...

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We act according to our fears.
Afraid of failure, terrified of victory finding refuge within the tears.
We sacrifice the chances of success for the certainty of death.
We weigh the risk before deciding, we dismiss the chance when it’s in our odds.
The world is full of danger,...

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A Man for All Seasons.

Well Barack Obama has won a last,
The Country swayed like barley grass.
We all look forward beyond today
The people now have had their say.

The World still spins around and round
But squares itself for a brand new sound.
For hope it resonates, what a...

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You can doubt the sun will rise
Or that the skies are ever blue.
You can doubt an eagle flies
Or that truths are ever true.
You can doubt everything you see
Within your field of view.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you

You can doubt the change...

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The Ribbon

The colors in the sky, 
way up high, 
red, and gold and green...
yellow, purple, 
and the unseen. 
Those colors, 
that are outside 
our field of view, 
the ones that we see, 
me, and you. 

A symbol of love, 
a covenant..., a promise, 
a gift...

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Morning ocean air, feeling misty
I wish you were here just to kiss me
Footsteps on que
Thinking of you

Music in my ear, walking swiftly
Songs I love to hear, do you miss me?
Few more hours
Smell the flowers

Taking my time
All will be fine
One day more
You'll walk through my door.

Time...

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There are homely tricks my mother would do,
One peculiar think after another she could brew,
Just give her a dozen eggs to break through,
And watch her turn them into running shampoo.
 
One peculiar thing after another she could brew,
'Cause her fingers were magical and quite true,
Nothing...

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You can keep swinging in your smile
as your eyes see through the cylinder only
where the flowers radiate the scent
where the leaves wait for the rustle
of the fondling wind
where stars wait for the music
of the magical light peaks
where the blue sky waits 
for the golden kite
in...

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My eyes grow heavy and my sight is blurred;
I fight for wakefulness but steadily cede ground.
I am being drawn down,
seduced into the abyssal realm of sleep.

Wandering these moonlit halls
I stumble upon oddities unending,
my slumbering mind rife with mysteries,
falsehoods and problems; no solutions in sight.

Scene after...

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This poem came to me during my recovery from cataract surgery. 
It’s amazing how much loss we can adjust to if the process is gradual enough. 

I’ve been looking at the world through gauze curtains 
Years of indistinct shapes and muted colors.
My focus narrowed over...

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