Best Jacobs Ladder Poems

I don’t climb that ladder anymore,
the one that goes both up
and down.

The rungs were never helpful,
being made for struggle
not for actual reaching.

Some spend a lifetime
looking...

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Jacob’s ladder has nodes seven,
which our Father who’s in heaven,
assists us here now to ascend,
if our ego to love we bend,
that by using mind of...

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Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are...

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"Tsundoku Tower"


Bluebird windowsill
peers in, strange terrain
“Rain Rain Go Away”,
mysterious singing 
eerie refrain.
Ghost Girl sitting still
tears falling 
she is haunting 
Tsundoku Tower 
laying vacant 
on Treeless...

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What think you now my tortured friend?                  ...

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For Paula Swanson's "Beseech" contest:
Prose Poetry Verse:



God has given the moon the stars.
He remains a God beyond the stars!!!
A year or two ago, "Ort" was...

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I gave you no boundaries for all that I had...
I joined you in quest of your dreams
I unwisely allowed you to move in with me...
but...

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In my shadow I lay dreaming, lucid, like moonlit water gleaming,
I arove away from realms of matter, franticly climbing Jacobs ladder,
I creep through an open...

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warehousing men gather like fish in the hulls of ships, 
with carhart's for scales.  they steeltoe streamline down to the docks, 
each in turn...

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From behind the clouds the stars are falling supernova has come calling
a distant voice of saviors spawning a solar wind comes chaos end, the first
is...

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JACOB’S LADDER

News is out; Armageddon is upon us, and it is time for all of us to go 
The world's armies have all gathered, and...

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A gray splintering of light,
mottled wings spear the air.
Their heads sharply applied
as if the wind itself tore through
openings in the sky.

The birds circle and swoop,
circle...

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Pennine Chain
                  by Bob Moore © 2021

I’ve camped...

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Pennine Ramble
                       ...

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               Circle in the sand could tell a story 
of a...

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