Best Retarding Poems

Silent sturdy nothing ringing through my desolate unforgiving ears
A pin drops, a heart stops, a cry, a scream, still nothing phases my hearing of silence
My mind is so noisy sometimes but makes no difference to the outside
A love for sound that I will never know...

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Water drop
Anguish
Cries
Out

Did I need to taste your sorrow?

She drowned me
While screaming fixated curiosities
Why I would not return

Oblivious to the obvious

Dilapidated wonder-wall
dripping concrete uncertainty

The fusion of incomprehensible dependency
retarding mass exodus of heart

As she cries all over again

I become a ripped towelette
thrown over her tattered neck of...

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SOME  TANKA

The  mirror swallowed
my footprints on the shore
I couldn’t blame the waves
the geese kept flying over the head
the shadows  kept  moving afar


Professors  beware
intellectual success
lies in inventing
lies to conceal common truths
and sound holier-than-thou


Little candles fail
to illumine the deity
or golden dome
in the...

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My garden, my garden, my beautiful garden
kaleidoscopic is feathers and flowers
I sit on a seat, a fine trees departing
and listen to your orchestral hours.

Only a wand, magic waved could deliver
beauty stretching for so many miles
where fences retarding are courses of rivers
and fallen trees are the...

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Undulating emotions 
are encircling all around
Discomboblating and muffling 
the impression of sounds
Retarding the stillness
of abiding on smooth ground

It's like:

What do?
I do?

Do I
Take a walk  
worn down
unshining
strapping on
buckled high
heeled shoe
bling

Or do I 
Sit with
drooping butt
reading 
unfortunate news
of their bust 
out of luck

Do I 
Flail
amid flustering...

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losing blood like a hemorrhage. 
it’s your hands that will bleed this time. 
stale, Dauphin eyes break and feed 
tragic Calamity, when the wisping clouds 
,with their wisping mouths, wisp no more. 
biting at the king’s ears; hearing what I hear 
placing yourself at a...

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It was unpardonable to burp after communion, 
Even though I felt so full up that I felt quite sick, 
Because my parents wanted to know in ambition, 
If I placed it above my very own body, my wick. 

I just smiled broadly to the minister...

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Unease…approaching panic in me grew,
As I walked out confronting carnage everywhere,
Radiation-rotted corpses fouling all the air,
Bodies bare of clothing, hair and skin,
Slain by war that men thought men could win.
The very carrion worms seemed ready to expire.

And my internal clock was slowing…that I knew,
Retarding with...

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June 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 15

Key Verse – Proverbs 15:3 The eyes of the LORD are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEHOLDING ME

Thank You for beholding me and my dedication
Despite slothfulness’ alluring invitation
Midst convenience-welcome pre-occupation…
Help...

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The blackened earthen ash cradles the sojourn of time with Jezebel's fingers, her lady of the night holds, retarding the new virgin's 'rites of passage' to take up its roots and birth a forest once more. Milked in grief had come before its dawn, now...

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My thinking
Slightly 
Retarding
Time ticking 
The awful process
Meanwhile
Memories 
To sift 
Some will say it’s a gift
Others
Will slice their wrists
A creative edge
Let’s say
An act of personal revenge 
And a surprise panic binge 
To myself
Lies
Under the shelf
Closing my mouth
A disguise  
To compromise
Manipulates 
Another excuse to relate
Then flies
Over...

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festivities of the elevated
ocean derails into a vol-
canic eruption of iso-
teric consumption
retarding ways of rage
cools into an organic
mass of ice then me-
lts fossils of the
extinct creatures sere-
nading the warm broth
of growth
who is god...

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Unease…approaching panic in me grew,
As I walked out confronting carnage everywhere,
Radiation-rotted corpses fouling all the air,
Bodies bare of clothing, hair and skin,
Slain by war that men thought men could win.
The very carrion worms seemed ready to expire.

And my internal clock was slowing…that I knew,
Retarding with...

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You are alike to a fine paper rose
Perfectly crafted, scarlet and snow white.
Within your eyes the paper rosebud grows
Sanguine and bright, the most beauteous sight.

A petal of white ~ A petal of red
Blend into pink as they shamelessly blush.
Colours of you, how they go to...

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We file on through scheming life's snaring wiles,
Unlearning bitter lessons sad yesterdays taught;
Biting humble pies for blunders repeatedly made,
Yet unheeding despite like fights erstwhile fought. 

Our one-way treks through world's tasking routes
Are at best rehearsals for imagined second walks, 
Which infeasible rematch with sad selfsame...

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