Best Motion Poems

Beneath a  blue  canopy  where apple and cherry blossoms  float and pirouette... silhouettes in the light of day...ballerinas wearing tutus  of fluttering Willow, Russian Olive, Crimson King and Maple leaves...bend and sway their supple limbs to a symphony played and...

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Pleasure threw a party for her friends to come,
she sent invitations out to each and every one.
There were 10 responses and Pleasure did assume
it would be fun to see them interacting in one room.

Unfortunately the 10 who were about to show
had issues with each other...

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I began to tell of the two pens (my couplet) I always carry tucked away in my shirt 
pocket, and of my humble closet which contains nary a pocketless shirt.
 
My thoughts drifted to what by.. and how I am inspired, when my love and...

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Turbulent impervious obsidian lifeless world clouds God's compassionate
betrothed faithful prayer family.
Moonlight joy havens awestruck love elation.
Aquamarine wave spirits hot desire 
beyond passion.
Lilac crescent sky petals.
Life bliss vows hope peace freedom melody.
Azure northern light winds kiss calm stars.


poetry in Motion   : Marty Owens ...

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Written: October 23, 2023
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In an expanse full of vibrant marvels, I roam.
A restless poet soul, aiming for a spot to call home.
Amid storms and destiny's unremitting draw.
I...

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She stands vulnerable, confident and excited
Delicate hands, arms deliberately sided 
A soft etching to art and beauty enlivened and lusted.

My love for her is quite stormy
Like dark drifting clouds of agony
As her windswept hair lashes my effrontery.

The water falls from the eyes crazy
And blinds me...

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Its universe drapes time in buoyancy 
Where endless space binds law of attraction
Atoms merging, clasped by human light
An energy wheeling freely, unseen;
‘Til  moonlight climbs inside lovers’ halo.
 
Exploring their path, frenzy unlike space
Through quantum leaps weightless among new stars
Ascending on scales of breaths without...

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Beauty in motion as soft as a sigh.
Small luminous wings waltz with a spring breeze.
A delicate creature has caught my eye -
Beauty in motion as soft as a sigh.
Pink and white blossoms are stirring in trees.
They dance as the butterfly flutters by -
Beauty in motion...

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I twist evermore past a cotillion of meteors
Spreading plumes across unknown rhythm;
A mad swivel with myself, thrilling my essence 
In a hanging motion of a dip…I find myself alone
on the floor; my hem gathering night’s stardust.

And the saxophonist gazes at me from afar, 
he smiles,
then...

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“Doctor I have chronic diarrhoea
And I think it’s hereditary”
“Nonsense man I can assure you
Diarrhoea is not hereditary,
And no matter how chronic it is
It’s not as bad as it seems”
“But doctor I know it’s hereditary
Because it’s in my jeans”...

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Rebirth glides -
a bee balm ballerina 
with dainty airs   
sails soft upon enchanted wisps
of Spirit’s blown kiss..
wandering a nectar network  
weaving amid shaggy blooms gilt-tilled..

a dancer in gold dust 
her slipper feet 
of light and peace
bring blessings of fruition
to wild-garden's frilly lavender...

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My days filled with your inspiration
Anticipating our love vibration
That makes my heart start racing
Chasing our dreams with all this sensation
Of our feelings that have come unmasked
Trying to keep our lives on task
Moving forward not able to really grasp

How our love outlasted
What our hearts are telling...

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The mind is an echo
Reflecting someone's belief
Like the notion of death
That leads us to grief

Merely bundles of thought
Tied up in the past 
Forming identity layers
We compare and contrast 

Programmed for survival
Hardwired with fear
Emotional alarm systems
For when I am not here 

The mind is deceiving 
With...

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whisperings of wings
deep drone of summer's old gold
red rose drips petals

only time will tell
of the countless jeweled birds
summoned by the blooms

fanning the breezes
'til the last of orange sun
august night is soon...

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(one-act play)

The patient

They call it a sickness, a psychosis, an insanity, but I know: this is the leverage 
by means of which I can set the wheels of the universe in motion. All I need is to find the last fragment they hide from me...

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