Best Gesturing Poems

Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks
A warm breeze rises within me
As I recall the moments
Which linger in my heart forever

The pulsating sphere of light and dark
Polar opposite lovers in the circle of life
Encompassing magnificent visceral nuances
Infinite shades of gray, slate, and steel
With mauve interludes
An elegant intimate...

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A line in a poem must never stray

A word in a line must know its place
For every action we take, we create
We change the order of things

Molecules, atoms, DNA, tones, notes
All connected, like water between ripples
Snow crystals in avalanches

Our hands gesturing in the air
Create movement,...

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I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly...

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As I was checking out a father at the bookstore his son began to talk to me…
before I finish…I think it’s time for a little history…

For 39 years I taught Autistic students…a career that was as wonderful as it was long…
My job was to help...

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Years have come and gone, with softly dancing lights,
Gesturing with wonders, bravely swirling flames,
Changing doubt to faith, remembering Christ’s claims.
Reflecting hope, yearning to still the dark nights.
Years have transformed my heart, feelings, and insights,
Showing me to love, without fear that shames,
Giving and forgiving, not playing...

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I was just a little girl, when I saw them,
The hands that blessed my heart,
With kindness, compassion and attention,
Hands that sought to protect me,
Bless me with their endless gifts, such affection.

I learned, as the years moved by me,
That those hands were ever a guide for...

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There I was at work surrounded by a thousand stories of drama, love and surprise
when one of the greatest love stories I could imagine unfolded before my eyes:
 

They came into the bookstore…a couple old and grand
wearing smiles across their faces…walking hand in hand.

I noticed...

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The echo of the river could be heard
Flowing across the sand and stone
Beckoning to my heart’s hope for love
Mystery coloring the moon and stars
With sensations of promises emerging

His work calloused hands touched my skin
With a gentleness that soothed my spirit
Caressing my soul with truth and...

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japanese geisha enthrall
with pleasure performing arts
gesturing words without voice
bound in divine thought

legs held tight in kimono
dress of entertaining nights
that graces elegant pace
into dining room

Copyright © 2013 By Caryl Muzzey...

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A Perfect Day to Learn 

We took our late lunch in a wooden cabin at the foot of the mountain where exotic foods in sumptuous meal were served. I enjoyed immensely the fried fish and the native chicken soup which were so familiar like sort...

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We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of the day. 
The good Lord had gifted us a painted...

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So my friend said  his sister was saying her vows
In a low key church ceremony three weeks from now
No parties, no showers, no flowers, no muss
But I thought to myself she deserved a small fuss!

So I planned a surprise that would redden her face
A...

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How nice to swim in sea, river, lake and pond!
Floating body, pressing water, moving forward
How nice to enjoy spattering, splashing sound!
Gesturing body, flapping wing, clapping hand,

I remember once while swimming with friend
To cross the local river to go to enjoy local band
Where we saw the...

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There’s something unique about the land where death, ritual and myth are close to the living.  Time here is slowed to a point that it becomes meaningless; endless, as though it’s seen forever.  The land is beautiful and mysterious, silently enduring; tinged with...

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Old man, blank faced, gray, balding, bent back, 
suspenders holding up loose pants, a half filled 
plastic grocery bag hanging from one hand, a 
wooden cane companion in the other, limps his 
way slowly from the grocery store out to the
 parking lot …towards his...

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