Best Inhalations Poems

Sitting in a house . . . a home
Across from a husband and a wife

I look at her
Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes
Her breathing short . . . shallow inhalations
Panic and fear waiting to pounce
My heart pleads for her . . . be...

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There is Nothing to Say About It


There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all  
There are no words at all to describe 
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze...

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Thick white clouds
Retracing posture
Atop the layers of earth;
Foggy shrouds of white
Overclouded landscape
Clogging the sunlight
In blurry unclearness.

In brown faded bushes
Lies inhalations of dryness,
Catchy like the gasoline
In simple lit strikes
On matchboxes;
Spreading fierce fires
To four cornered angles
On grassy fields.

From silty bits of soil
Hovers clouds of dust,
Distributed casually
By several...

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I went down by the river 
just the other day 
I sat on my favorite granite 
as I gently caressed a kyanite 
I listened to white rushers 
splash against steel grey rocks 
I graciously engulfed the refreshing 
mist from below 

Now,

Deep,

Deep inhalations 

Then restorative exhalations...

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 Written: October 15, 2023

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Shadows dwell in the confines of dreams.
I delve into an abyss of enigmas streams.
The soul is a marvel waiting to be unfolded.
To be felt, embraced, and aired to...

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...early Spring walk around 3.2mi. Lake Calhoun...so named after controversial industrialist sotten with checkered past...movement underway to return name to Native American Dakota "Bde Maka Ska" White Earth Lake.


 Purple Finches trill their soothing song
to people walking around Lake Bde Maka Ska,
a deep glacial lake...

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Hungered for a taste
  of your essenced elixir, 
drunken inhalations
   of your French poetry
a splendiferous whirl 
 of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
    and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights 
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
 spirited of the heart, 
gleaned in...

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He remembers his grandmother
sitting next to him on the couch during naptime;
his two-year-old body restless and jumpy.

She would yawn a tremendous open, lion’s mouth
yawn and shake her mane of hair that fell around
her shoulders . . . and he would wait for the roar that...

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Not one, three bowls of lovely pomegranates
Look, the passion incarnate
Love or hate as you like, please don't desecrate
Gateway to glorious ecstasy
Of serene sensuality holding supreme creativity
And the all seeing mighty eyes!
Invitation to the abundant festival of inhalations 
‘Come, honeycombs are ready
Bees throughout eternity, come and...

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You are a fantastic sufferer, 
A passionate star striker-heightening my tears to happiness
How I wish for merely a moment, that I could forget all my fears
And allow myself to imagine your warm arms around me 
Telling me "Alone you never be in this fight against...

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Two kings, one queen looked upon my quiet self as I sat.
Asked I was to appear before them one quiet spring day.
They sat there for moments which seemed like hours.
The first king spoke and said what a shame I had been.
That my career was full...

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I cannot tolerate
those who are intolerant,

I cannot stand
those who take a stand
against unknown others
unlike themselves,
much less than we are truly 
health and safety seekers
multiculturally alike.

I can tolerate anything
except intolerance,
most certainly including impatience with myself,
not excluding my esteeming
estimating
assessing
empathizing
sympathizing
realizing
without finalizing
self and others
as myself
in others
as myself
co-empathic within other
cooperatively...

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Up and down, up and down, up and down
I don’t know if I have any more energy for
Up and down
If the line would flatten 
I could finally rest

A masked woman wearing scrubs
Fights my inclination for slumber
But, sleep equals peace
My lungs and head droop
Alarms blare
I hear...

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You are the crimson surge
I am your crimson desire 
The bird radiates a crimson urge
Comes about the sapphire

You vivify the respirations 
I deeply breathe your mist
Following the crimson inhalations
Comes about the crimson twist

Thank God that I got the life
And enjoy the crimson strife
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July 26, 2016...

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Tempest tossed along lost dreams
Salted wounds in these tears stream
Flood gates washed about
Drowning amid dimensions latent, further
Within whirlpool, a limbo 
Of languages ancient yet, not unknown

Aligning streaks
In saddening ire
Off a cleft
Symbolizing
A drop of broken life
Retire

Randomly inhalations
With raiment chills pillaging
From once atmosphere still
Arbitrary evicting fervent to...

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