Best Inquisitively Poems

When I talk to you, I'm talking to the wall -
to photos arranged across from where you hung the paintings
made by your own two hands. 
Set behind the dusty glass of antiquated frames,
the photos tell of family, heritage, and you
in your youthful glory. . ....

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like flowers
in a zephyr of spring
she danced
in love's blossoms

she loved him
as much as any
inexperienced lover could
with all of her heart

she'd even die for him

oh how she giggled
...teasing about a text
from an ex lover
in a cute little way
inquisitively waiting
for his response

hoping his love was true
as any...

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I stand as if one grain of sand among billions unseen
as the force of life's storms wash over me
with the same tantamount as this ocean
lashing out against the shore
battered, bloodied, ever changing
yet breathing with the same rhythm
as these waves coming in and out

I watch the...

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Cast
what’s left 
of your net
faithfully out
inquisitively into life’s river .

This time draw it's fill slowly back to shore,
taking great care
which treasures
you should
keep.
 

written by:
Robert A. Dufresne...

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When I was 4 1/2 years old, 
as abrupt as a spanking, 
my once reliable mother brought home 
a hospital surprise 
with an alien face and 
a blood-darkened eerie belly clip 
that was to suddenly fall off one day. 
Soon I became 
much uglier than...

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"Mesmerized"



I am 
all of the 
colours

in your mind

we dance our 
fresh canvas
flirtatiously 

brushstrokes
caressing 
inquisitively

flowing 
we blend together
effortlessly

Mesmerized

You are 
all of the
colours

reflecting 
in my eyes

Double Jeopardy
a cool seduction
hypnotized


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





Ryuichi Sakamoto - Amore (Playing The Orchestra 2013)
https://youtu.be/dMeDgrD4yXQ
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Spring arrived, ‘Twas the dawn of man
Consciousness exploded with a Big Bang
We foraged inquisitively for berries and nuts
Soon building settlements and primitive huts

A subtle spark conjured otherworldly fire
And with it came a burning desire
Tales of titans and mythical creatures
Serpents and beasts with grotesque features

Summer arose,...

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this stream
across the street
runs deep
like my passion
towards you

i watch
as it flows
downstream
brushing
the edges
of banks
tenderly
like hands
exploring
the unknown

i get lost
in the current
the same way
i'd get lost
in your eyes
as you gazed
into mine
inquisitively

this stream
from my eyes
runs deep
perhaps
with the same depth
as the creek
across the street...

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I behold the rose in bloom, and I cry,
I weep and I wail, then I sigh.
As the night draws in, my painful thoughts begin to wake, 
I retreat into my mind and with fear I do shake.

Your clammy hand on my neck, your touch just...

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Her indifference was merely a facade
   she bore a staggering smile, simple and un-flawed
         rampant and with ease she displayed the fraud
 A toying deception lay openly hidden across her face 
   and...

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Transition

It was a smooth transition
So imperceptible that I hardly noticed.
The passage from life to death was so sudden.
It happened as I was driving
Making a right hand turn.
The bright sunlight softened
Became less harsh.
A blanket of peace embraced me tenderly.
I turned inquisitively to Eliane.
She wasn’t there.
I was...

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I woke up suddenly and leaned against the helpless wall
hoping that it would support my abounding weight but instead
I had to rely on the courage and faith that kept me alive over the years.
With sweat streaming down my tired face and tears filled my weary...

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Too many god-awful thoughts.
If you swear you care then please, I plea, take away my thoughts.  
It’s torture to be aware. 
Ignorance is bliss.  
Why do I foolishly insist on knowing more. 
As if I welcome misery with open arms over and over...

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I myself kind of find this hard to believe,
but Billy the Kid, aka William H Bonney,
this long dead figure of American history,
often helps me therapeutically.
Whenever I find myself super depressed,
I think about what Billy the Kid said,
shortly after he was sentenced to death.
Shackled Billy left...

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The owls hoot nearby;

The screech-owl calls;

The wolves howl in the distance;

The beetles tap and tap in an endless charade

The cicada seems like it won’t give up clinging to the trees; its eyes looks lovely

The bush dog barks incessantly;

The squirrels stare inquisitively at me from the...

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