Best Linear Poems

Behold Death

Behold Death in your loving arms.
Embrace it as you would the loved
one who passed…entering another 
realm, as they are still hovering near
and can hear,...

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I sense the fullness 
in fleeting moments
At those rare times 
I'm able to let go of me
The ebbs and flows 
of non linear thinking
when I...

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[This excerpt from a memoir I wrote 20 years ago seems sadly apropos given the recent mass murders and bombings]

This then is where my faith...

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Before you I am your canvas blank 
Delicately to paint linear and in liquid hues 
Dripping and splashing we two drank 
Forceful stimulated strokes you...

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oh. dear. gawd.

another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing...

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In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace 
between the linear moments when you held my breath 
and the last time we...

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Spindles crash and weave no more
Time it spins across the floor
Yarns mix up, colours bleed
I follow threads, they are the feed
Fingers feel, soles are placed...

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Time and space in deadlock
Time unlike the progression of a clock
Time dependent on interpretation
A linear cessation
Space dependent on mass
Triangulation through impasse
Portals of acquisition
An inner self...

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I’m sorry for my flaws
I appreciate everything you do for me
I wish I could always smile at passing children
I wish I felt better about myself
I...

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if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe 
like the quintessence of begin? would it live 
as the moon to the...

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Falling into the vortex,
there is no escape
You're sucked in,
getting sub-atomically stripped
is your inevitable fate
No more straight line of linear time
No more clearly defined dimensions of...

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for King Wen, circa 1151-1143 B.C.E. – with seven mind-bending kowtows

There where you had no occasion for play
There in your confined Ming I space
Where change...

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My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet
Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it
Paid for with attention that I...

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BOUND

We’re bound from birth, our path too clear
Conformity reigns, we dare to veer
Play it straight and fall in place
Buckle down, you’ll win the race

Need for...

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As the future comes to be our present,

each moment lived is our past. Even

if the ticking of the clock stops,

it remains infinite. Is

it even linear?

Only...

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