Best Panning Poems

For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whos' only wish is to remain...
like windchimes in a hurricane
we lose the scent
of song
of self 
of flesh
seeking to find what we think 
we want and wish for-

For a time we must all go our way,
running swift...

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It's still flowing, never stopping to change direction 
Cuts are made without sharpening, perfection;
Behold the pain; beholden, the bastard
This river's banks, always see the last word
The stream of water that only the ravens tend;
Panning for painful metaphors; to no end
Flowing; with all the liquidity of...

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PANNING FOR GOLD

Sifting, sifting

Listening, listening

baffled and hoping that we’ll be

Friends in the end;

Watching, watching;

Looking for what glistens.

As I contemplate on those who may shine.

Nuggets of truth surface sublime,

Who will stand the test of time?

Yet time has already shown its hand.

And only fool’s gold left in...

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Goober went panning for gold in the creek
 Hot and bothered, needed to take a leak ~
   Goober pulled down his drawers
   His hose produced more and more ~
Cried, "O, my, but doesn't liquid gold reek!"...

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Sifting, sifting 
Listening, listening
baffled and hoping that we’ll be
Friends in the end; 
Watching, watching;
Looking for what’s glistens.
As I contemplate on those who may shine.
Nuggets of truth surface sublime, 
Who shall stand the test of time?

Yet time has already shown its hand. 
And only fool’s gold...

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If we, would unworldly be
knowledge thereof,first must see-
seiving wisely,sets us free

Inspired by Rom 12:2 in a Shakespeare triplet form...

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In one short conversation:

First lie- you paid for the grandparent's funeral. No, it was already paid by them in advance with their money thru someone else.

Second lie-you know she didn't like our father; no, I despised your father. The father abused me, because he knew...

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He is an old pan man and knows how to pan
Finding gold is easy, the tricky one is diamond
A diamond in the rough is a crude old stone
But the one he would polish would be his own.
So the pan man saw many a bauble, fine...

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old memories,we,now refine,
through a mesh of hand-me-downs,define...

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Sifting slurry through my word sieve
occasional bright flashes give hope
but there is so much dross and the
yellow flakes in my quicksilver amalgam
may be naught but fool’s gold....

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eat and crap
rinse-repeat
seeking freedom
in between

another season
blooms alone
holiday bulbs
icy homes

eat and crap
rinse repeat
seeking love
in between

fleeing love
warping mind
expanding space
slowing time

eat and crap
rinse repeat
young to old
in half a blink

panning for god
in parched creek
stomping brambles
in bare feet

reaper craps
on paper doors
darkness has arrived
to even scores...

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angel face 
decided
her face needed more holes
decided 
to infect perfection
with imperfection.
My eyes walked from face hole to face hole,
each one trapping me for a second.
Filling one hole at a time,
with gentle fantasies
dangling merrily from her lip ring-

She ignites thoughts of impurites,
her tiny hands whisper across...

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Oceans of dreams to
Sail in a lifetime are gold;
I pan to, know self.
...

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Careful watch your step, or so I am told
By many a friend who has travelled there,
Among the rubble while panning for gold.

Some of the tourists’ adventures extolled
Many searching are blessed with a flair,
Careful, watch your step, or so I am told.

Do not be naïve, be...

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Dawn blazed gold, as my quest for gold began.
I saw flickers of gold, twirl around the pan.
Flashing between, the pebbles and sand.
But then they arose, floating out of my hand.

Sunflowers flashed golden smiles to the sun.
But bowed their heads when dusk was done.
For the glitter...

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