Best Raveling Poems

~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~

Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-

Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~

The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call...

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R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward 
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots   
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours 
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie 
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get...

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M	eandering through a maze of feelings
Y	ou wash,cleansing as you sweep them afar


T 	raveling through the ducts you come cascading
E	ach crystalline drop glistening and warm
A	llowing release to ragged nerves and emotions	
R	eleasing pain or irrepressible joy and 
S	oftly and silently you flood your gates and appease

~*~
By Annalise
For:...

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Like so many of my colleagues,
I have finally started "Community Resilience Reader"
edited by Daniel Lerch
of the Post Carbon Institute.

So far I would not compare "Reader" favorably
with publications available from Permaculture Designers
planting and harvesting polycultural slow-grown outcomes
about how to, 
and why bother to, 
resiliently ReGenerate.

But, I...

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Dare we wear the frocks of an old year’s passing
into the new… threaded deeds overlapping?
Or bare we anew on fresh laden free wings
the beckoning’s to come of much newer things?

Shall we leave behind what’s said and done
or let them follow… raveling threads undone?
As the coming...

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ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

I heard that somewhere in India they say ‘stone paper scissor’
And my bible says they stoned James to death, 
I am hoping I am not to be stoned, for what I would say
And I pray the Angels may ‘bear me up in their...

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R ambling on down a road that leads to nowhere
O ther people passing on their way to dead-end jobs
A llways looking for that elusive road less travelled
D etours sending us past another mansion owned by snobs

T raveling across the country without a map nor destination
R...

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E ach Wednesday evening we eat soup and bread,
A simple meal like one our Savior ate.
S upping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
T aking the food to meet His coming fate.
E very one is regretfully afraid,
R ealizing that our loved Savior dies.

R evolted that our...

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Well in being and substance
Entertainment of any form easily attainable
All enjoyed by a peaceful mind
Limitations escape through the chimney of prosperity
Traveling at will to visit places of choice
However, the human needs still remain insatiable....

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Creating a romantic poem in the streets of Rome
Reading a book tucked away in a comfy nook
Eating ice cream in the middle of my dream
Arriving on time when it didn’t cost a dime
Traveling to exotic places to meet new friendly faces
Invigorating spa while drinking margaritas...

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She felt horrible both inside and outside 
Her anger gathered with years of age
Her loose belly, the epicenter of her appearance tried hard to hide from the mirrors 
Avoided hard the laughing ears
But all in vain, for the whispering spears
Stabbed her anywhere she appeared 

Maybe...

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Zombie:

Cold, weak, and no aim I break through the large coffin I was buried in. the black, soft soil washes over me as my heavy putrid limbs graze the rusted nails beneath them.

Coated in the rotten stench of death I rise with militant.
My emotionless fridge...

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C runching sounds erupt from beneath
H umbling voices of satisfaction
E rupt within your mouth
E mbroidering the taste of cheese 
S mooth atonement immerse your tongue
E ngrossing it with calmness and amazement

C heese croissant is what we behold
R oaming in the plate as it awaits
O ne...

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Raveling bare knees
with gnarled hands.

Why you did not want to wear the clothes
in human chain ?

Seeking the refuge redundantly under
the wings of frugal maternity,

in trance ? The strangeness never dies.

The words were hollow, the shrines 
empty. Who will go after the breast bone ?

Was it...

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