Best Psychically Poems

There is an antique writing desk
in my little study
handed-me-down
from generations of would-be
writers in my family

And there are ancient creatures
from days gone by
living in this old desk still
evil, larcenous little creatures
envious of literary skill

This explains much

Lately, I have caught them unawares
aghast, thought I imagined them
but they...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
                      ...

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A few years back,
in the prior millennium,
1993 to be more precise
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
born without a stage name
had his book entitled "The Evolving Self" published,
by which he meant The ReGeneratively Nutritious Flowing Self,
but he was probably shy of too-long, user-unfriendly, titles,
so we have this more evolutionary psychology
which...

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Deep below the ocean's surface volcanic vents do spew,
Fumes of pressurized oxygen with their bubbly molten brew.

Down where the water's pressure is denser than that of air,
The lava's effervescent bubbles form an atmospheric lair. 

There lives within these domes of air a group of simple...

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WHY CAN’T KITTENS MEW AND COO TOO
Does the dove coo because he’s free,
Or is he weeping only for me?
What am I going to do when boulders fall?
And as for doves those huge rocks will kill them all

Does your kitten mew because of you,
Or is he...

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Nope!, this aint a
     (non) commercial
     Christmas plug for ye,
nonetheless, a greeting
     of joie de
     vivre buttressed with
     (wreath) in this ole
   ...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Absentmindedly, Jackie wrote her name
thereupon, watching as dust motes floated
upwards, caught in sunset's evening rays
Brushing away a tear, she turned around
surveying, Nan's neglected room
provoked, a vague feeling of emptiness
Psychically, Jackie, quite distinctly heard
"The war years seemed like only yesterday"
It was...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV

(Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject
made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily
at the hands of the Clergy and the attendant LAY-WORKERS of the
Church – « les laïques...

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My Monster(s)

There are some things you can't escape from
Truths that cannot be made lies
Pains that cannot be unfelt
Horrors that continue to haunt you late at night
the monsters in your head
The atrocious acts on replay in your mind
A childish innocence lost.
Nightmares of a monsters that is...

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How I used to care for this finely beautiful gate, once!
Couldn't ever see it rusty, dingy, dusty, dirty;
Creaking of this gate left me psychically in a dunce, 
I sandpapered; cleansed; oiled; kept it gold-shiny and flirty...!

This old rusty gate now retells within many stories:
Stories of...

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Why do we whisper words
in moments solemn
Why your fingers rest
Upon my lips…as if
To postpone them

Is it fear of 
losing something dear
Something private
Something precious
Something best left
Unexpressed
Something shared psychically
Between us

How silent the heat of passion
How loud the beat
Of hearts pressed tight
How softly do we gently fashion
Emotions…
Out of...

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Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is,...

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For future reference,
it might be best
if I give up radio listening
when going out
to take a rest
from domestic
and national
and international climate mess.

Arrested gardening yesterday.
We need more mulch
fragrant as a hemlock forest retreat,
we are
and yet become
when in our wildly therapeutic
naturally domesticated
sit together
and stand less adversely apart,
and weed
and...

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Like a prayer

we are unobserved
when closest to parting our lips
uttering our beliefs
and like beggars put aside our pride
asking for understanding and relief

surely we do not dwell in the topics
we discuss but live in a world
frightened most of the time
and whether we thought or think now
acted...

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My heartburns, my knees move, my nerves shake
All at the site of you
I want more than just a huge, and more than just a kiss
Just by sitting next to you
I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want to share you 
Just from you toughing...

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