Best Ponderings Poems

Easter approaches on tender, Lily-white feet!
Most think only of chocolate Easter bunnies, a most delicious treat!

Or, of going Easter shopping in lovely, spacious malls.
They know not, the significance of what Easter means at all.

A man hung on a cross, and died to save humanity.
But the...

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I wish someone would explain
To me how we can spend
Billions of tax dollars 
On space exploration
When we can’t even figure
Out how to erase hunger
And poverty.

Who sets our priorities anyway?

Could someone please tell me
How it is we have the research dollars
Dedicated solely to the detriment
And destruction...

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Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five,
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.

Lancing pristine white paper with brazen blue veins,
it was quite impossible for me to abstain.

Day in, and day out, from the egg to the cane,
with...

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Popped in again here at the Soup
I'd spent too long out of the loop
I skimmed the blogs to find the scoop
of what's been dished among this troupe

Checked in to see a friend or two
Read lovely rhymes, on list of "new"
My own muse, dead! not much...

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Ponderings on my 60 th Birthday!
On this my 60 th year I have gained a few new insights that can only come with age and experience. 
I do find it surreal that 60 years have passed so quickly.
The latter years go faster it seems!
I remain...

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Year’s end approaches. Thoughts of coming days  
Excite me. More than ever, love of friends
And family sustains me. God, I praise.
Redeemed, I’m Heaven-bound when life here ends.
So, I conclude there’s GOLD in life’s late phase.


May 5, 2023
Contest Name: Bite Size Contest no 63
Sponsor: Line...

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Upon my bare bent boughs, the blossoms itch,
‘Tis the high season when pollen count rises, 
So much better when I wore not a stitch, 
Now one's nerve jumps at nasal surprises 

Humans emerge from their winter abode, 
In awe of the plush panoramic rush, 
Foregoing...

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in the realm of yesterday
I am now but a ghost
a shadow that wandered away
yet another forgotten post
      in the reality of the present
      I know I'm but an illusion
      a...

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Who are we if not pieces of the same whole?
We play with pain as if we knew it were a game.
Thoughts define our emotions define our behavior defines our reactions define our personality.
What is passion, but the acceptance of a collective idea, pursued with intense...

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so - did ya?
did ya go to the open mic?
did ya go on ya bike?
did ya stand on the stage?
full of angst and rage?
or spout forth good cheer
did ya overcome ya fear?
despite the cold,
did ya act all bold?
...
or stay at home in ya bed
feeling sorry...

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If there was no time before the Big Bang
Was there nothing or something other ker-banged
There was no morning, afternoon or night
Before the Universe was put out to endless flight

Concepts that we find are so useful in our lives
Appointments and times schedules will not jive
But in...

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If I am my truest, most pure and complete Self
when I feel happy, light hearted, and free,
when I feel depressed, heavy hearted, and stuck,
who am I?

If this is the end of a few years' stint of feeling real - of being real-ly alive... 
What does...

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I feel blessed living within walking distance of the ocean…it’s as if my life’s enchanted…it is something I shall always cherish and will never take for granted.

I don’t quite know how to explain it but the ocean stirs in me feelings loud and strong…she cast...

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A LOOK AT NONSENSE 
I cannot write a poem today
So why should I even try
It's snowing outdoors right now
And I am not sure just why
I don't have the answers
To all my questionings
But if I try to think it through
I might learn a thing or two
About...

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Sometimes, it descends like a warm night breeze
A blanket. At once comforting and disturbing...
The sense knocks. A vague, uneasy membrane just outside of feeling
Too many years, too far along
Too much water under so many bridges
The house changes, transmogrified from cosy fustiness into something altogether sadder
It...

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