Best Musings Poems

What if love is the religion,
and heaven a voice 
with no ego; 
synchronized in 
harmonious hope,
speaking dialects
of kindness?
What if hell is a myth, 
and evil lurks as shadows,
dressed in greed 
and insincere speech? 
What if there’s no fine line
between dusk and dawn?
no strained streak between
darkness...

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Judgement
You light the fire, then play the victim.
It's not my fire, yet you let it burn.
Rage and pain drive you insane,
creating a parody of hypocritical lies.
Judgemental eyes ignite in fumes,
ignorant to another man's shoes.

Silent emotions
They say he shows no emotions,
yet fail to see the flow...

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“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope."
Rumi


in the kingdom of love,
nothing is simple,
not even musings,
so tell me:
in your annoyance
do you still think of me
or am i just another
common cliché 

in Rumi's philosophies 
for cosmic connections,
must...

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Every discovery started with absolutely 
     no idea of where to start...
     
     There is not enough time in a lifetime
     to measure success...

     Just...

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Sun is hiding behind glimpses of grey.

Through the window
naked trees,
their bark covered in green moss,
seem frigid and grisly.
Their bird less branches leafless,
but debris of broken nests and feathers remain.

Forgotten by mother birds who's fledglings have long flown away.
(those that did not fall from the nest...

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Objects of desire
quenches not thirst of my soul,
that seeks only your embrace.

That that comes and goes
is unreal, oh hermit ~
agape love alone’s real....

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All year long he puts my heart on a shelf
No surprise I’d rather be by myself
     If there’s no Valentine treat
     From this worthless hunk of meat
He can go on making love to himself

Remember there’s an “I”...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853


~*~
Away from all the city's noise 
my body sinks into the marsh;
as birdsong trills of whispered hymn
I slide away among the trees.

My reveries in forest deep
are well concealed and hid from view--
with jazmines pinned on...

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To say the universe always existed violates every concept of our logic.
The origin of our totality could not have been a spontaneous event.
A beginning requires a beginner.  We have no concept of what always was, except by supplanting what might be with what is...

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Its still raining, my eyes still tired,
wet lawns with little puddles drowning our earth -
but despite the monochromatic skyline,
birds arrived with their morning song -
not afraid to get their wings wet.

Selfish sun has abandoned me,
so I ponder amongst the puddles and serenades,
is this an analogy...

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When I feel puzzled and perplexed,
When in the maze of conflicting thoughts, I am held,
Wondering how to proceed and reach the port, 
Then Faith in God comes handy to my aid

Over the turbulent waves, as I get tossed,
The promise of His Word gives me courage.
His...

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the trees outside
my window
stand like fragile bones
       reaching
moaning&
           groaning
all their leaves
blown away

they stand naked
of beauty
      withered&
  brittle
their broken branches 
cannot be hidden
 ...

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Some parts of life are permanent,
alas, some aspects not:
The morning temperature feels chill;
by midday it grows hot.
The money spent on cell phones'
long-term value which I sought,
Too soon is gone, as more is spent
on upgrades I've since bought.
	
The sun in its celestial course
yields light, black night,...

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Love's holding one safely in your keeping
Tenderly in your arms whilst you're sleeping 
Love's glorious and generous always
Till the ending of your life's precious days.

Love is desiring when you are apart
It’s completely handing someone your heart
The magic moments that brighten your days 
Moments that you’ll...

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Sonnet Triples, Poet And Time's Thoughtful Musings

(1.)
The Sonnet And The Poetic Query

Playing on the crescent hill, moonglow dances,
  And dying mouse took its usual chances;
And wise owl sleeps off the night's happy meal
Life shines with its usual little thrills.
Eternal watchman, winds the chiming clock
Sleep...

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