Best Heedful Poems

Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.

Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a lighthouse beacon hovering,
Charts rocks and shoals through clear oceans insight,
Every...

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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.

My fourth graders were very attentive, as I recounted the glory,
Of tales such as Mansa Musa's, maybe the richest man in history!

Sultan of Mali...

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Forgotten field of forever
I knew you once . . .
in daffodil days
when I wandered in wisteria ways.
Sprightly I skipped and rarely tripped.
Hope really did spring eternal then
in the spring of my strawberry youth.

Dahlia daydreams drifted often
like dandelion fluff
through the corridors of my mind -
a mind...

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"A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads, 
let your eyes and mind dance in each moment,
to untie each one of those silken beautiful threads."

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That color vileness painted on my face
When coming back my duke to me I saw 
His new squeezing inside much more took place.

He heedful stopped as man hearing to draw;
Because his eye could not reach much far more
Through the black air and too for the...

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Flower of the night, sleepless on a river bank,
You didn’t flee from my heedful kiss -
like a bumblebee, your nectar I drank,
On your dark petals, jolts of inner bliss…

Away, the water course carried my vessel,
I took you with me within sinuous galleries, 
listening faraway the...

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Free-falling in the fire, 
In the fire of desire
Of your coal soul
As darkness takes its toll

Walking into the shadows of the unknown
I am lost and found like an odd lone bone
I groan in shame, 
I wish you would stay
Life is not a game; 
You’ll learn...

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Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.  
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little...

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Brought back from the world of fantasies 
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race. 

Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned...

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 God as conscience is that inner voice within me,
the infinite spirit that has formed my morals;
a holy power that reminds me of my duty and scruples,
and each day I thank God for his divine lessons.

Childlike innocence has made me a prey,
for wicked people who...

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The bugler's piercing call sounds "Reveille" at the break of dawn.
Young horse soldiers rise, rub their eyes and stifle a gaping yawn.
The brawny Irish Sergeant bellows, "Up and at 'em lads!
You belong to me and the army now - forget your moms and dads!"

A wretched...

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I loved my job as a librarian, and today I was walking to work,
In the warmth of a summer morning, when golden butterflies lurk.

I had some extra time, and it happens I took the scenic route,
Through the neighborhood park, in a bloom and greenery pursuit.

It...

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*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.

Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities,...

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Its bending around my brain
And constricting around my heart
I don't know what I'm supposed to feel
What comes after this part?

I feel locked up and shut down
My body moving on its own
I don't see anyone around
These darkened and heedful moans

Where do I go
When I cant even...

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Akin to a journalist (hoofing
NOT huffing on the beat)
heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat
me, asper caveats help me set sights
tacking within parameters of lawfulness,

when questing without sparking browbeat
upon my person, or worse...proceeding toward
said abstract destination until...
impossible mission complete
for verity from figurative horse's

mouth without defeat
dogging...

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