Best Omissions Poems

In all things, give thanks.

Surrounded,
overwhelmed by claustrophobic depression,
gratitude.

Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phase.

Depression and gratitude,
depressed gratitude,
mystical oxymoron.
Impossibly essential
potential.

Repression and victory.
Hope in and...

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WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

				

When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or...

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EcoPolitics explicitly intends to be culturally normative
and evolve in capacity to become historically descriptive
of cultural-historic nondual mindbodies.

Politics is about the effectiveness of power in relationships.
Economics...

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take me to the edge of pain
that drowns the crowding thoughts
and builds my nerves on edge
to break in a cascading rush

draw out the gasps and...

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THE SHEPHERD ONE

I praise the Almighty One
For giving me the Shepherd One
To guide me on my everyday missions
And deliver me from my omissions

Day by day...

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I wouldn't want you to walk away
with any miscalculations about me.

I am about as wild and crazy as society will allow
without confinement for my own...

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Eclectic

Be mindful of the Logical Fallacies.

When enlisting proxy's honor yourself and qualify them.

If you ask direct questions respond in kind.

Qualifying ones self as obtuse will...

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Welcome, friends, into this day. 
I see we are wearing our Scientist hats today.

John Wheeler: We are the sun's way of thinking about itself.

Wow, that's...

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We're senior delinquents

modeling our lives after those times when they were so new
and all the rules were irrelevant disruptions
to everything we felt and experienced.

Our passions...

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(Inspired by Demetrios Trifiatis' Woman's Day Poems)


At this ripe old age of seventy-eight
Thought girlies would no longer phase me
On the contrary, more now than ever...

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There he blows
on his way to the gents
Book in hand
we all know 
this is where 
he shall be occupied
for the next half hour

Imagination envisages
him making...

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The Earth is groveled by her own soul.
With her skull welting on the sky, as all.
Affixes the omissions in her memory.
Together with people and greenery.

The...

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The fusion of indecision and imprecision robs lives of vitality
Freezing minds in a state of petrified fear
That slays sagacity, perspicacity and versatility
In circumstances where room...

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Depression is,
A state of mind whereby one is haunted,
By omissions from a past that can't be forgotten,
     Of thoughts ever present...

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Iridescent cellar of midnight opens
Where  waterfall’s  hair ripples down -

Glossy locks splashing my face
To  rinse  past’s  unsolved  omissions –

Evening...

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