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...

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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...

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On a road traveled, over grown with time
Now a foot path memory, of bittersweet pines
The sign, with a smile, marks a turn, taken
Leading down to...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such...

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Fantasy flows
around her soul
she's everything that 
makes you whole.

she takes the day and 
breaks it down
she extricates the black 
and brown,

filters out the bloody reds
and...

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A spot of fresh blue water
Flows off rocks backs jewel covers
Fossils of dormant brown doubles
Captivate earthen brothers

Mining, panning gold treasures
Jewel covers rocks pleasures
Dunged up hammered...

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I've spent half a lifetime
tending to eggs

but as they say
its a man's duty to stay
within the blaze of a mundane rain...
day after day
protect hatchlings from...

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From the spoils and tragedies of childhood,
panning virtues out of dispositions.
Impaling self upon the spears of truth,
cuts chains of substances and delusions.

Upon mercy’s door, the...

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I keep investing my time
Like a prospector on a gold rush
I keep panning and panning
Hoping to get one glimmer of gold
To help me to survive...

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Crickets chirping
This sultry summer night
Stereo panning
Left & right
Music to my ears
Thought they keep out of sight...

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that fish patiently wait 
at interface of water and fate
burping bubbles for their troubles
water bugs and mosquitoes
unwilling, unsettling for nibbling placebos
acting on a deeper, more...

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There is no shame in nakedness of self
Discarded were the clothes of woodland creatures
Who would have worn them off eventually

Stand before me,
Look-
There upon that black...

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Inclement weather stalk the horse riders,
Unprotected they move with the street traffic,
While the stormy clouds play in the backdrop,
Teasing the cycle rickshaws and the tram...

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Worshippers at the Mountains of Madness


Worshipers at the Mountains of Madness
zealots seeking kinship of distant  god
await the searing wind of cold duress
tattered clothe -...

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On this great patch
unfading black race stand-
Symbols of grace abide in tribes of heroes-
We represent a prosperous palms of an ancient land.
We are the African...

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