Best Jostles Poems

‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes and tells us how likely each of these is. ‘

 
Which side of the Wolf-coin are we looking at

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious; 
haughty wheels peddle rashly between...

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I lie, 
on my large comfort bed.. 
counting seconds,
syncing my heartbeat,
with the tick of the great white clock,
above my head. 
What I'm thinking, 
even I do not know..
Clouds have formed on my thoughts...
Fogs have scathed my vision, 
hence, I cannot see beyond
the goose trail of...

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picking up his pen, cranking the motor
every grass-plot ready to develop a field
the Farmer jostles on, selecting fertile earth

dust lazing up behind his ink-sower
the sky a translucent tent over his head
the visions he plants
like coarse grain ready to sprout
in the onlooker’s mind

his machine treads parallel...

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Search of Peace 

The love which we seek for others 
It only gets lost for us
The breath we breathe is just painful it seems
Heavier we feel it’s just a start
The life which we have are just surrounded with profanities
Little to fear as hearts are plonk
The...

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Ascending the mountaintop, drawn to the realm eagles glide, 
With unfurled wings locked on a cruise, eyes glistening in the sun,

I heave over the crest of crags, my mind, on the dizzy brow, 
Pulled by the dew, the sunbath, the soft echoes of rhythmic
Pitter-patter of...

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The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet
Their radiant colors dulled
I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were
The last time we came here together.

I hold you in my hands,
The way you held me when I was a child.
Your urn jostles softly as I...

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From the morning twilight,

the sun rises too highlight,

a beginning of earthly birthright,

and set about the day,

The light, shining firsthand,

shimmers across the land,

as night feels its strife,

light's behemence to life.

The morning dew,

who once condensed,

decamps into air,

as incalescense prospers.

A light breeze jostles,

a branch in season dormant,

life passionately...

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Daybreak’s sun awakens a pristine day
My muse somersaults with felicity
Unmarked canvas thirsts eccentricity
Spring flaunting her mesmerizing bouquet

Flirty summons through a garden gateway
May’s perfume is the most seductive plea
Like an intoxicated honeybee
I jump to greet my first vacation day

The calm after the rain jostles my heart
A...

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Snowflakes dancing with the wildest wind,
Those to enhance footprints destined.

The Barren moor top in virgin shroud,
Mingles and jostles amid darkest cloud.

Snow on ‘Daughton Heights’ Reflecting,
Gleaming dreaming retrospecting.

Upon one’s journey through drifts bound,
The first imprints honest and profound.

A Whiter shade of pale exposed,
Blanket mist, the sun...

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Rain Reigns

In its current forming  and craving hunger,
It forms and jostles every tiny vapour,
Changed them to solid,
White cream cotton-like umbrella cloud,
As the clouds cuddle to each other,
And cluster to catch cold not,
Tired of weighing from  the tonnes of load embedded in it,
The cloud...

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Just when it's set to meld
Jumble shake makes trouble
Jingle crescendo clangs
Jangle bangle rattles
Junking love's blind assent
Jarring discordant doubts
Jostles our hands apart...

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Cruelty and indifference
gallops away with the winter's 
chill
tight-lipped determination and 
venomous fragrance
jostles excitedly to escape
affection and scorn rips me 
apart
i want to feign sleep or death
i want to rise up
look my best
bring back the charm
of lost love-tickled days
shriveled by cold
looking harmless or arrogant
in intoxicating promises
he's...

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Recalling memories was difficult.
I presume, today was not my day.
Theme uprooted, I stood for the branches,
the spirit, the truth, the roots.
Do I see more than what was needed?

Only eyes to eyes speak without words, sound,
vision or reality.
All the flowers have shed their petals. Now 
seeds...

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Man, seldom a straightforward animal, 
Long lost in the deserts of weariness,
Wants to flee from a life of denial, 
Wallows no less still in piles of warm ash,
 
And feeling hurt, he nurses hidden strife, 
Busy harming the self his very own 
With some weird...

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