Best Minding Poems

Veined whispers
   floating
Coursing freely
   releasing
Physically subjugated
   creating 
Cosmic reeling
   exploding
Tempestuous yearning
   drumming
Precariously woven
    flaming
Passionately related
    speaking
Metaphysical tounges
    wagging
Scientific lifelines
    swimming
Spiritual pathways
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We lean in, like a sculptured work in progress,
enigmatic scent to kiss,
when suddenly,
the three inch wide orange rubber bands around our wrists,
pulled behind our backs,
spring us away from each other
at supersonic speed.
Hair flying in front of our faces, slipping through wind without weight...
Back to opposing...

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Ever question why certin people ever win?
Sit atop that featured list.
 Cause like roulette wheel the game  is fixed 
in case you havent guessed.

Its easy to rise to the top when own the site.
Raul, John, Micheal, it's the only way people
would praise anything you...

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In those dark days 
When every time is a down time

Those days when for a dime
You could spare a prime rhyme
And pay a dollar for a cent 

Those days when the slimy 
Tongues of foes wag in ecstasy
Those days when life seems to turn tide...

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True love(r) never dies, they say;
pun is more of a fun rhyme to sway.
As for whom this giggling heart
bleeds the most? Know, I always 
carry mine with me, ‘til I become pond water;
and hidden not in my eyes, often awake for love, 
as they easily...

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so how do we learn to go about minding our minds?
it's about building the right relationship that with God you find

in the book of Mark it says to "love the Lord with all thine mind"
to connect with Him intellectually in a way that is sublime
we...

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The quiet of the late afternoon sun

Is all that I wanted to hear.

The rays casting shadows in the room

Is all that I wanted to see.

Watching the daylight move around the walls

Eased the tension and stress in me.

A few moments to gather my thoughts

Time, so precious,...

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A brilliant collage depicting everything
flowered, gleaming, having inspired
julep kisses, lost moments, new opinions
pure quotations, raw sunshine, 
true understanding, virtuosity with
xanthic yellow zest....

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I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know...

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It was just a stretched out word
 that eases in on the still and quiet
 when a moment lingers
 on the edge of forever 
 hovering, contemplating, pondering life.

It is a deepened observation
 of the colors of the sky,
 the changing of the seasons,
 the...

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When you are mind read
But the decipher is flawed
Keep standing your ground...

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Poets count on fingies
To get the meter right.
Scribes of prosy thingies,
In randomness delight....

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Innocence lost
and being ignored
sin destroyed 
sickness and little hope
confusion of mind
How can fathers detach so easily?
And who’s minding the children?
Broken homes
absentee fathers long gone
mothers now abandoning them too
or too busy to love and care
child abuse and perversion
What happened to the fathers who say they are...

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Minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses
Some villainous pundits or vile hyenas are the best
In simply doing just that, comrades. They ignore
Their own problems. They leave a huge door
Ajar, wide open, so they can put their flagitious nose
In their neighbors’ personal businesses or affairs
Please, always have...

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my mind wakes me up at  three
wants to tell me what to write
my heart says wait till the morn
and turns out the light

my fingers grab for the pen
and a notebook kept at the bedside
before it’s half past the hour
my eyes close and hide.

words are...

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