Best Gestating Poems

Before there was a world or a word 
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing,  gestating,
until planets ripening birthed with souls.

There was only the orb, the throbbing soul
and an unknown longing for word,
conduits formed...

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Sea Glass 7-11-24
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Sea Glass

On strands and shoals, waves of rolling tides,
 Neither pro nor biased, 
Tumble castoff vessels, emptied of purpose,
Into scattered shards of sharp amber remnants
  Piercing tender soles.

Bits of blue and green edges,
 Rub up against mica’s pearls,
Refined by fool’s gold -
Brokenness...

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When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever inward 
whipping sharp luminescent veins, 
a lightening of sorts, on...

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My soul hungers
It searches for satiation
Constantly craving convergence
Thirsting to thrive
My soul, the devourer of dimensions
Digesting the universe and filling the vacuum
An unrelenting engulfment of the unknown
Feeding on novas of knowledge
My soul creates
Tendrils trace out to terraform
Gestating galaxies
Shaping spatial surroundings
My soul, the cartographer of the cosmos
Sailing...

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What's in a Name? 
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I dreamed of a fiery eyed angel,

whose only job was to sing between thunderclaps

and whisper sweet nothings into the heart

of epiphany’s persuasion.

But, she was bored.

Her muse crippled by the slow 

thrumming of an adjacent and 

mewling savant. His harp sang

beautifully, but also…redundantly

and as the storm...

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Before there was a word, 
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.

There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of sound,
and the celestial night.

Man was born to midnight
with eyes and...

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Cackling old hens posing as journalists-
thinking themselves angles of light,
lay poisonous eggs filled with lies 
and gestating hate-
riling against common sense,
and the rooster crows at noon.

Idiots, entrusted with government
destroy our country and way of life-
while the majority just watch 
as the little foxes spoil the...

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Here in the plasms
of nightmares,
hate plagues the world
with its pawns
dispersed across the globe
of deception—scheming 
sins of treacherous times,
teasing valor with deceit;
mocking rights to life
liberty and the pursuit
of happiness.

Old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways
to tell told stories
catalogued and stored
as glorious his-story
(her-story? never our-story!):
transgressions remain
the order...

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Gem of a believer

Gathered as one family during meals
reminds me of my own blood family
where we share almost everything
food, facilities, books, and many others.

  Our relationship grows through thick and thin;
  fulfilling our tasks in varied ways
  makes us aware of our...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.

Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed...

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in the furrows of time..
here in the psalms
of our being, hate
plagues the world---
its spawn of players dispersed
across the world's stage
spreading scheming sins
of deception; scheming sins
of treacherous times
teasing valor with deceit---
mocking rights to life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness; 

old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways
to...

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In Japan, people make a Spring pilgrimage
They go to pay homage to cherry blossoms
When the earth nods its head
When the sun warms its forehead
It causes bare trees to burst into bloom
There a hundreds of dresses in regalia
There are pink chima jeogari dancing
There are white áo...

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AIRY  MESSENGERS 

Serene weightless flight of dandelion 
Seed puff-balls :  thoughts ascending,
Gestating across the invisible void  -
Untroubled, they silently float, glide,
Delivering  a concept
On the air  measureless 
From  somewhere else to here.

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Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,

gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns
ginning gumpshun.

Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,
haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,
hurriedly,...

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