Best Nudges Poems

The lady sleeps 
     Her cat is sleeping
      Both in deep slumber
      In the early morn
      She feels a nudge
      ...

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The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life

With his constant companion through all those long...

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He saunters in with a slow steady gait
gathering all of nature in his warm embrace.

The whimsical artist splashes colors to sky;
miniature airplanes and exotic shaped kites.

Vocal chords of moon beams strummed by crickets and toads;
a serenade through open windows of our humble abodes.

So light on...

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The whisper of my heart 
Leap at the sound of yours 

Today it's a soundless murmur
Somehow it yearns to hear your heart beat
Then I get those placid nudges 
Of your presence 
In the memories 
That plays out in my mind 
And I realize 
That sometimes...

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Memories of once the sun shined,
oiled and tanned we denied
the only living book and subtle nudges.
Nothing but truth in the grave
when too in love with everything
reached the top and found nothing
but the pain of a flame’s dedication
and an absolute conviction,
replays the familiar
screams and whispers them.
Strain...

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The endgame 

And the cemetery was
nowhere to be found
yet was so present
in the shallow depth
the graveyard of the mind

No tombstone unturned
fragmented torn and twisted 
sorrow flowing down 
encrypted alleyways 
and Thanatos’ call 

Searching to imprint
coffin’s nails on seams 
of muddy icy prison
hammered chiselled avenues
creeping through...

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He enters into a deep trance
The soft music nudges him on
A lucid dreamer he is now
He gains transcendence
A soul travellor he is now
The secrets time and space
His to master his to explore
He has a taste of the divine
He is jolted back to our ream
His skin...

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The Voice Within.

Somewhere in the depths of me,   in a place I cannot find.
    There lies the seed of longing,    for that to which I’m blind.
I feel it dwells within me   and every now and...

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Six forty eight,
sitting in a cab at Madison and LaSalle.
Present in hand, Spongebob encased.
A look at the schedule just to confirm
the train leaves at seven PM.

There’s shade in this canyon
but its still hot as hell.
Smog laden air buzzes over the street.
A man from IT or...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses the air, chases the one before it, nudges it from...

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The Gift Of Winter


When Winter brings old seasons to their ends
      and plans a rest for Spring and Summer trends,
we're eased by lovely scenes that Autumn sends,
     while Winter puts to sleep those retirees 

of brittle...

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"this poem is not about what is written, 
but what is not written. . . "


Firmly rooted, I stand in this desert of nothingness
Facing your wrath and warmth with equal willingness

Life around me moves ahead, passes me by
Scorpions, birds and occasionally a butterfly

You gave me...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy gadgets,
just a jar of pencils newly cut.
The clatter
of a typewriter
haunts...

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When we embrace success for the first time
When a child encounters her father after a long time
When a poor hungry boy nudges a food
When friends reminisce our old memories-good
When a dialysis patient gets the donor
When we become a house owner
When we take off our first...

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Quite by chance
I saw a single, small, white wildflower
amid a crush of grass and weeds 
along the roadside, its presence crowded out 
by seed heads and space hungry leaves 
of species honed for survival.

This wildflower occupied an area
no larger than my little finger 
and even...

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