Best Movement Poems

The ground is damp
it bleeds through my thin cotton skirt.
Crest born, I sit and wait the dawn.
My fingers weave into the high rye grass.
The house below is quiet still.
The children sleep.
The dog’s with me. 
We sit high upon the hill.

Peaceful heart, Venus I spy
the morning star, the moon, and dawn,
God could see them in my...

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Searching outside of myself
Far and wide
Looking into the eyes and souls of others
Seeking answers 
Looking for my missing part
Always sensing an absence

Awakening one day with tears in my eyes
A complete realization
I had found my missing piece
Or rather 
My missing piece had found me

Silent warm tears streamed down my cheeks
An inner heat grew in my belly
My...

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Today is International Women’s Day.

A day to celebrate women’s rights but those rights and freedoms are under attack and the wounds appear to be self-inflicted. So my question is where has the feminist movement gone? Their silence has left real feminists and past heroes of the cause turning in their graves. In America, and in...

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Quiet, pensive, waiting, from out of nothing, a flash, dancing!
Back and fourth, faster, bolder, more beautiful, more radiant…
The sound envelops, and the beauty firmly wraps its hands around my ears…
Relevance and resounding, growing, pulsing, whipped into a fever!
And then easing back just a bit, like a rest to enjoy some perfect nectar of echoes.
Then back...

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The leaf of my love fell
in quiet autumn silence
Slowly descending 
from the swaying limb
of unanticipated romantic tremors
Caught off balance was
my sense of equlibrium
Shaken by the sight
of a canvas beauty come to life,
I was shook loose from my branch 
of librarian solitude
And the twirling leaf of my love
fell so softly into the lap of her open...

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Gorgeous colors come together, in a fantastic, impromptu dance,
Mingling with manifold others, in cascades of pure happenstance,
Encompassing a world of hues, like luxuriant gardens at a glance,
Or the magic of rainbow and of sunset, in zesty games of chance!...

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Oh, how cold you are, heavenly lights! But there are the earthly lights that promise weary travelers a rest. Interrupting for a moment the eternal movement from dark to light, we stretch out cold fingers to a fire and look up. The Universe gets cold, galaxies flee, supernovae explode and turn into interstellar ghosts, stars...

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steady tides
going
with the flow




posted on September 11, 2019...

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Where does time go
transient
a fleeting gust of air
non retrievable
a whirlwind in a mirror
fragmented shattered
unforgettable memories
unforgivable regrets
a circular menagerie
slow motion
rewind
replay
a vortex of emotions



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020

Submitted on December 22, 2018 for STANDARD CONTEST NO.150 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on December 18, 2018...

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"Move!" sounds command.
I stir, arise, lift a laggard hand.
Can movement mark with magic
All latent space?
Shall thoughtless motion,
Mere mindless flurry,
Confer importance
On the empty hour?
"Speak!" rings out.
Sing I, then, quavery syllables
Against the quiet as though
Sound could skirt the still
Or melody make right
The evils of the night.
Think: none judge me harshly
Save sour I, my mirthless self.
Song stops. So...

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HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough ,bushy patch .

Rising plaintively above the din 
of drums and flapping canvas,
creole strains solicited the capricious gods
for a clement Cape...

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If you have never seen it,
How could you hear the song here;
If you have recited the poem "To Commiserate Farmers,
There will be more understandings shining in the night sky;
The movement composed with sweats rippled along the rice ear waves

The hot July or August suns were grilling the ground
As flames flipping their notes all around. 
Farming...

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Lotus life birth Breath
Pond shakes earthquake storm movement
Locus destruction death exhale...

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the veiled movement of leaves ,water and trees...

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Poetry Contest

The  Re-movement of Body Waste

Feed a palate is consumption of food
Into stomach’s upper and lower masses
Digestive walls will arise to its challenge
All that has been eaten in order to live 
We waste not for want of not! 

Leave your plate all too empty
A good full bowel will provide
Your toilet’s flushed plumber pipes
To work...

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