Best Maturing Poems

He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted head,
whilst still in a daze
he had cut copied and pasted,
the delete key not an option
when sent to his favourites.
Then like...

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When you hear justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline 
baptizing your self-righteous bloodstream?

If revenge is your best defense 
against chaotic complexities of anti-social behavior,
If punitive humiliation is this justice you would mentor,
live...

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Time seemed to be in abundance; enough to chew and brew
Sleep, play or gossip; enough to spare despite all that we blew

Dreams, expectations, full of flurry; no tick to stir the blurry
Life discarded as wasteful worry; hurry, worry all went to bury

I the Master, I...

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People always tell me that  

What to do with my bat  

After practicing a bit  

I will try to make a hit  

Avoiding the opponent's mitt  

Through the infield  

The rawhide peels  

And I run the bases as...

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We humans are here to mature,
And often it takes a thunderbolt,
To strike from beyond,
To deepen our understanding,
Test our resolve,
Bring us into a calm acceptance,
Awaken us to our soul nature,
To complete an initiation,
Like putting the final piece of a jigsaw,
Into its interlocking place,
That we can know...

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Christianity is a process.......
Some Christians explore their faith and question their denomination
Some do vice versa
Some question and explore both....this is the process by which true maturity comes.
The only immature Christian is the one who does neither zero none....

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The author grows, reflects, and acts.
Words become harder to express.

When youth was evident,
the soul was thriving.
Now it all hurts, 
on the news the world is dying.
Too afraid to lift the eyes,
staring at the steps infront,
hurrying to a destination.

An author experiences, shares, and cares.
I thought perhaps...

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O God you who knows all things
give me serenity that's wholly true
to accept that which I can't change
bowing to your supremacy this I do

Fill me with your courage
so to change what I can
being obedient to your law
nothing better done by any man

Give me your great...

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You will start off as an egg
With a tug and a tug and a tug you will rip out
Now you have advanced to a tadpole
And with that you will start your route

Then when you find the difficulties of life
You will have to find the solution...

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Destiny, oh destiny, why hide thyself from me.
Come out, come out, for all to see.
A life filled with struggle, then at last a surprise.
Why not reveal now how I self-actualize?

Have I no choice of my destination,
How I’ll proceed in my maturation?
How many ways could there...

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I sit here  

With a pint a cheer  

Wondering about the number thirty  

Avoiding not being dirty  

It was fifteen years ago  

As you all know  

I was on top  

Thanks a lot  

To someone who gave...

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I wish I was young and still drinking
Where others would see my soul
And feelings were thought together
for shallowness meant to role

That all of my troubles were sexual
and life meant I'm easy that way
For others to see me as special
and happiness had it's say

That all of...

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For it to…  
For it too—  
Four and two.  
Forty-two!

A number?—or a gate?  
Where past meets present,  
And dreams no longer wait—  
Fighting, and finding—their rightful place.

For it to…  
For it too—  
Four and two?!  
Forty-two!

An...

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a silent calling
scattered colored leaves
a maple bleeds
rain falls
from holes in the clouds
a passage
thunder rolls across the sky
and fades
to the patter of rainfall
I run from my car
and call my gods
whispers of nothingness
as summer fades
I see my friend at a restaurant
as she clears tables
she smiles as she...

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(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)

Late Bloomer

It wasn’t until I was half my age
That I came into my own
And finally felt whole.

Now at sixty six
I’m not sure what you’d call
The way I feel.

Over the hill
Ripe in a hard cider way
Nobody going nowhere.

But there is peace 
In having...

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