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Best Much Of A Muchness Poems


Who I Once Was
I look back to who I once was...
A shadow of a former me?
Or a shadow of a hidden me...

Once loving, compassionate and kind,
Always putting others before,
Loving all, giving all, all in all.

Wearing its heart on its sleeve,
Only to have it scorned and criticized,
To have it...

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Categories: much of a muchness, depression, endurance, heartbreak, in
Form: Free verse
In the Neverland of Oz
i.


I had lost the entirety 
of my muchness
I watched a white rabbit 
dart in my peripheral 
as walkabout found my feet, 
the Red Queen laughs raucously
dangling me at the end of a Scepter


ii.


Tweedle Dee and Tweedle dum
know I am not Alice,
and that this is not...

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Categories: much of a muchness, imaginationme,
Form: Free verse
Our Spirit
At the center of our
Being we are hushed.

The experience is more
Profound than mere silence
Or lack of words.

There is stillness,

To be sure,

But it is a listening stillness.

We feel more alive,

More avtive,

Than we ever do when
Our minds are askew
With muchness and manyness.

Something deep inside us
Has been awakened...

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Categories: much of a muchness, how i feel,
Form: ABC

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Premium Member Astronomical Encompassing
Awaiting bristled whisper of ghost jounced leaves
Lain gazing galaxies far from terra's tarpaulin roof 
Exciting diamonds claw for cosy navy ink reprieve 
Hark my insignificance in succinct majesty's truth


Hushed by muchness, my warmth absorbs His plenty
Lapped by luminous lure, iced gateau half eaten moon 
Crumbled...

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Categories: much of a muchness, beautiful, blessing, desire, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Writ Uals
when we married we

each with a lit candle
were asked to light
one with our two

we burned unity

but then told to blow 
our individuality out 
but this we did 
not do for

she is hers and
mine is me

we lived and did
most things to
gether but not
always for

love is not...

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Categories: much of a muchness, muse,
Form:
The Art of Blaming You
i wonder if my sister is aware 
she’s the reason i lost my muchness
it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore
i want to be like a whisper 
or a gust of wind

i want to be quiet and go unnoticed 
so bad that i tip...

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Categories: much of a muchness, family, jealousy, judgement, little
Form: Free verse




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