Best Idling Poems

Had I not in my idling
neglected you;
neglected morning carol;
neglected evening requiem;

neglected the unforeseen 
whimsy of words,
the nitty-gritty of my
most solemn soul,   

sooner could...

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I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and...

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By my red tiled house stands a mango tree
Beneath it I cherish my treasured memories
Where cows merrily roam and cattle graze
As morning sky scintillates in...

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An idyllic Saturday evening scene-
on our street, little kids play
‘touch and go’.  Excited shrieks
and laughter warm the chilled February air, 
pavement alive with little...

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Little as a mountain can be,
near waters calm and an idling breeze.

Inland wheatfields sun on ears,
expanding 45 gallon cans suppressed echoes hear.

Semi's engine drone all...

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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll...

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Today if I'm anxious I will listen to the wind.

I will hear the birds calling one another or just chirping to be heard.

I will look...

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I pretend I'm alright
And put my best stance forward
Wear my brave face
Tryin to be smooth
Just tripped on my shoelace
What's a girl to do

Busted, razed, flat...

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With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart


Where were you, as cold winds ate these aging  bones,
away counting your wealth, your precious gemstones;
a...

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You read poetry for the survival that filters through its lines
Poetry that promises healing
          no matter...

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I was idling
Not searching but
There it was in my path
I found it or
It found me
It was there
And caught my eye
Took my breath away
I stopped in...

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Slow motion memories.
Street lit like a movie set,
outside the dance hall.
Muffler-less cars,
full throttle, then eerily quiet.
Self willed machines idling along the street,
flooding the night; flashing...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and...

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indecision
by Eiffel Tower
shall I take lift or stairs

sipping coffee
off the beaten track
why does it taste better

on bench, relaxed
relishing the peace
can idling be a sin

fantasy shared
padlocks...

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