Best Prostrate Poems

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to...

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on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in...

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The page
bears so eagerly
the weight
of everything
inside of me
my pen prostrate
leaves a dent

I muse
this paper could use 
some weightlessness

I make an airplane
instead...

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Line of enquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of...

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The Story so far continued from 'Visitor'…
An attractive extra-terrestrial female researcher sent to a remote island to observe earth and beam back her findings is...

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on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in...

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Knowledge gained liberates or mutilates.
Ramifications of reality’s realm reached
make your insides want to abandon the body ship.
Rocking back and forth as you hurl dry acidic...

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It don’t mean a thing
When there’s no bling, bling, bling
No gold adornment or diamond ring.
A brother buying Rolex
In clothes starched and well pressed
Never notices the...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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Someday
my spirit will rise
it will rise like an eagle
through the rays of the sunrise
beyond the moon and the stars
and into the heavens itself.
Someday
my spirit will...

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My slumber knows no measure...
There be no sleep for me.
The hounds are barking through the night
For immortality.

I toss them a leg of hubris
And a banal...

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Some conspicuous lice met once or twice  
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That...

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Life teaches many a valuable truth,
That makes our existence one of worth.

Graying and growing old is no curse,
As experience directs life’s course.

See life as a...

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I Am a prisoner of love 
 bound to forgive 
   and taught to pursue peace
Taking pleasure in the flowering of the truth
...

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