Best Interacted Poems

You drifted into my ambience, on a light summers breeze 
  I'd never seen such perfection, carried with so much ease
  We barely interacted, though our eyes may just have met
  Quiescently touching my heart, a moment I'll never forget 


By
David Kavanagh...

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I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it's changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in cyberspace
to express emotions on the internet
on such sites as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter
having never met
each other
in person
nor do they ever...

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If you seated ten blindfolded Poetry Soup poets around a table
 
That had only ever interacted and connected long term online

Asked the ten to chat to each other and ask questions

Though NO conversation whatsoever of the poetry or personal kind


I wonder if at end of...

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So it was that the night transcended peacefully over my head
Taking me through thick clouds,landing me upon parched land
Spilling  tranquil moments into daylight complexity.
So it was that I found myself among a crowd of unfamiliar people
People who I have perhaps seen in the city...

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The Truckers:
It has been said that it takes a whole village
To raise a child; How does the village help
Families raise the children?

Truckers live in the village; and together, they,
Along with everyone else helps raise the children.
How do they help?

The truckers transport the goods that merchants
Need...

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I wondered home one night with the stars, 
With my kingly rugby shirt on encompassing, 
My blue Bec 40 electric wheelchair, no bars, 
Which I was also the king of notwithstanding. 

Irrespective of my supposed bad hand spasms,
Irrespective of my enforced silence regarding,
Irrespective of my...

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LIFE TOOK ME TO A JOURNEY
Life took me to a journey…..
Leading to a grassy grove surrounded by big trees…
So big that, the powerful sun could barely penetrate its branches…
Beautiful soft green grasses covered the earth…
Pristine by man or machine…
Birds and wildlife flocked freely…
Having no fears...

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I wish I was a master story teller who could come alive with the flicker of some ancient preserved flame in the night time. In the daytime I would be left by my lonesome, left to my own devices in terms of spending the small...

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For years, Tim had the visions
Seeing things that no one could
If he spoke of them, he's crazy
He kept quiet, like he should
Just normal, little, visions
Of people who were dead 
Just wandering in places
He knew weren't in his head

It started on vacation
He saw the "grey lady"...

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Suddenly the tallest mountain set on fire,
And I suddenly leaped three times higher,
Oh God, I wondered ''Is this your wrath''?
But wait, wait, I guessed that was not Earth!
There was a beautiful sunrise,
But the sun was half of it's size.
Barren yet beautiful, red yet...

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We know what Mars looks like from pictures sent by satellite
and in the near future we'll send expeditions to find graphite,
but in the meantime can we send someone to Mars
other than astronauts: isn't it an amazing and lovely planet?
I have a fantastic and bizarre idea...

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An Audience With THE KING

Many times during my walk with Him over the years, I have cried and prayed
and sought my Lord’s face, my Father’s face and asked Him, oh if HE would
just pick me up and set me upon His lap so that I...

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I had known and interacted with him for at least twenty years.                                 ...

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Calm downy the wind stepped,
Halved yet was the Moon,
Rain lacily traced mid-distant,
Sunset rays interacted
While gliding forms silhouette backdrops
As ideas place the play....

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We called our Bed and Breakfast the Presidents’ House 
A sprawling antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past 
Fed our guests tasty nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast 
Served by an eighteenth century-adorned raconteur, my spouse. 
Our guest house was known for its spectral residents merry...

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