Best Notions Poems

Grounded by the gravity of our earth 
      Our body and spirit are often pulled 
In opposite opposing directions in
      Contention between visceral emotions
And logical, intellectual, left brain thought.
      Too...

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Random thoughts flutter across a page
And take shape in verses of expression
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.

While the actor repeats upon the stage
Phrases acting out playwright’s impression
Random thoughts flutter across a page.

Both painting portraits of love and rage
In concise words, the writer’s profession,
Reflecting the notions...

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Laugh ~   burdens will become half
Frown ~   more muscles bring you down
Cry  ~   sorrows flow from your eyes
Smile ~   adds beauty to your style
Stare ~   you're surprised unaware
Hug ~  warm love to keep...

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People can claim all sorts of nonsense that love is unconditional, or should be. The bible itself does 
not even make such a claim in the teachings of changing for God, changing to better man, changing 
for oneself and changing to love another human being...

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In the faraway kingdom of my imagination;
My land of make believe thrived on one Disney creation.
Join me here; you’ll never spend a more enchanting ev’ning.
Over there is Cendrillon.  Step lightly.  Hear her singing?

Terrible Lady Tremaine rules missy with the sweet voice;
Loving parents died...

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When harm smothers grace
Notions of mercy remain 
Unheard by the soul...

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Unbelievable 
Unique small noticeable notions 
Of love just because this love
Love unimaginable undeniable

Unbearably how sane we be.
Are we? Unbreakable unmistakable
Unbridled unshakable love unashamed
Staining all walls all laws

Of hearts and art
Understandable unquenching thirst
For more unabbreviated
Substantial amorous demanding

Flammable never boring
Don't bore us
Settle in indelible friends
This love with...

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Tonight I died Cold and lonely,
Caught between regret and peace.
Life hereafter for me will cease, 
but not from existence; 
Rather from cruel intentions,
inflected pain from a host of honorable mentions.
journeys of ascensions and descents into madness;
Surely they are my birth right.
For Fortnights I have contemplated,
Indecisive...

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I sometimes wonder if a monk
Succumbs and sinks into a funk;
Since he is lacking normal *****,
Well, how is one to know?

The same for gurus – though they’re wise
When seen in solemn guru guise,
Perhaps they’d take us by surprise
Beneath the mistletoe.

And rocket scientists, so smart,
With so...

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He's just a sewerage worker, he has no fancy notions

He doesn't like his job... he just goes through the motions.






Entry for
Pithy Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
3/11/2019. Placed 2nd....

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I've these odd notions in my mind
oddball fancies like thread unwind
spooling strings of creative thought
stitch together the wacky lot

Loose ideas, patchwork pieces
smooth as silks (or fuzzy fleeces)
incoherent alone, single
yet together, mix and mingle
into quirky mosaic scene
so fresh and bright, and strangely keen

A crazy quilt of...

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Strong hands explore
The pure silk landscape
In gentle topography
Tracing her features
Beneath his fingers
Mapping her contours
Her sensual curvature
The undulating terrain
Soft mounds contrasted 
By prominent peaks
Then across the flatness
Of the tremulous plain
Thru sparse coarse undergrowth
To the hot moist valley beyond
Strong hands explore
And as fingers probe
The pure silk landscape
Reforms...

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Sometimes folks get notions,
'Bout certain people, places, things,
And get the wrong impression,
From the feelings that they bring.

Without finding out for certain,
The impression that they got,
Was correct in the beginning,
They go off half cocked.

They hold forever grudges,
Make enemies, lose friends,
And clinging to false sense of pride,
Don't...

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Painted were her eyes, 
Somewhat azure and syphilitic, her heart;
And when I got home I realized, 
I'd just fallen in love with a tart(!)...

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Let me write poems for all our souls
	With a pen in my hand …
Let me communicate all our words
	With a pen in my hand …

Let me take all emotions and confuse them with my own.
Let me have all notions to tend until they have grown.

Let...

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