Best Querying Poems

How far do the ripples spread, when eventually we die 
Probably stay in the locality, level off, no major outcry
But let’s say we’re famous, suffering unexplained death 
The ripples keep expanding, growing further in breadth 

See the grotesque nature of spin, is to overplay a...

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Exploring nothing.
Empty space.
Being filled by words of no meaning
Just a wandering pen beautifully completing the emptiness
Spilling from a querying heart
A wandering mind
Full of seagulls and tinkling bells
Next to the crashing waves of foamy thought..
Lapping slowly onto the mind
In the present moment

What is next?
As the moon...

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"The Pages"

Missing all those years
like a page you could turn, 
a book you could throw casually aside, 
to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries;
at some point you turned around, 
and remembered, what you long forgot;
so here you are now, daughter,
walking through the overgrown fields...

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Occasionally I look at time departed,
And nearly always with a rueful eye.
Calling back days of steps uncharted,
Traipsing through days, querying why?

Times that found my heart hardened,
Ahead of God setting my domain afire.
Prior to my psyche becoming burdened,
I was merely a sinner reposed in mire.

But something...

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My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim whose nomadic days are o'er

I did not come saturated like a tree
Behind whose walls the incessant engines hum
Cracking water on...

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My son
God’s gracious gift
Crying, wondering, querying
His birth filled me with tears of joy
My desire...

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Skies of wondrous starry nights
all aglow with shining lights,
we look up to you with awe
thus to inspiration draw…

Fortunate we earthlings are
on a planet not bizarre,
close enough but not too far
from our solar system’s star

beaming its apricity,
swirled in synchronicity
to nocturnal shimmerings 
lit by lunar glimmerings

as the...

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Gazing on the leaves falling,
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In my younger years

A séance game I played

Amongst us silly school friends

We giggled and weren't afraid

Flora-Jane, my twin and I

Sat cross legged on the floor

Clarice who did not want to play

Stayed over near the door

We all screamed with feeling

Whenever the pointer moved

We hoped no-one was...

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1. Today’s rains make me feel a drought
All the more thirstingly. A drought
Of all that is not unwanted
All that is not love, that is.
In times when farmers kill themselves
Due to debts, a rash truck kills 
A man on a walk and fellow 
Students rape a...

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Can I at least have this chance 
To speak on behalf On my heart 's treasure chest
About the quest of emotions runnin querying the fairness of life where secrets are not to be kept
Can I have this moment to assassin my pride for your enjoyment
Clear...

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He lies sprawled on the trench
Drenched by the night dew
Overcome by over indulging
Cheap liquor has taken its toll 

Back at home his wife tosses in bed
The night is cold and its too chilly
The kids had to go to bed half fed
Querying when dad will be...

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Bill beat them to death. Verbose and belligerent, banal and brilliant, Hicks would beat
you with a joke until you weren’t sure it was funny any more. But you’d still laugh.
Advertising advocates he indicated, would be best dealt with through suicide. Like
lemmings, but really jumping.

Clearly he...

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Ballad : Just another odd guy*

He was just another odd guy
   With a self-abnegating smile
He spun no known wilful ploy
   Enough – just look at him a while

Others came to camp by the Seine
   And watch the folks saunter...

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How does an old man as old as me
Keep up with the changes in society 

Men can be women, old men can be girls
Pronouns can be mx or they, or hers

Abortion is healthcare through faces proud
Is said by the bearer who echoes the crowd

The word...

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