Best Locus Poems

Bliss fixates our attention
upon formless awareness,
that in timeless time we see,
light of our true Self....

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It starts with only one -
one like me
a melancholy migrant
from the immortal part of her
to the locus of her physical being --
the center of her...

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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste...

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Mentors like priests preparing me for holy rite
Institutional slaves to a false trinity
Subduing adventure, exploration and discovery to classroom rigor
Eternal stairway ... moonbeams to the...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of...

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“Ceasing to sway, get out of your own way ~
That love and light bursts forth, like a sun ray”
~ quote, by poet
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Believing ourselves to be...

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I have led the tunnels
Depth of shadows
The shivers of dread
I can reach the lights and zenith

I have lost you
The things I did wrong
And those I...

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Like sparks trailing
from a million, billion fireflies,
a single thought limns a trillion suns.

From the first small bonfire
flickering across four million years,
whose light imprints itself
upon the...

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Make up your mind to be at peace,
Ignite your heart to know the truth;
Nurture fond finds that bring sure ease,
Delight sure start as calm sets...

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I walk across myself,
In daily grace,
Lacking that which legs embrace.

I bounce.
And trounce,
And pounce upon,
My mind as if, as if,
I’ve been pronounced.

Aching for a feeling felt,
By...

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The Imp sat atop the dresser, unmoving,
in the corner of the room, I waited, pen in hand.
No sound did he make, nor his locus improving,
as...

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Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding;
a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace,
our aura both gentle and commanding.
It’s not that we...

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Disgusting could be a weaker word to express the scene,
Nauseating and stomach-churning the locus has been;
Sliding, slithering, groveling, crouching, crawling, creeping, 
Filling, feeling, and falling...

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To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.

Stuporous is mind,...

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