Best Ruminated Poems

He despaired. He was despondent and desperate.
He was impelled to violent action but restrained from acting out.
He had finally given up. He had lost all hope.
Disheartened and dispirited his will had collapsed.
Lacking confidence or courage, depression defined him. 
He languished in gloom and grieved in...

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THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strives to form the perfect environment that established his person in which he was...

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A MOTH, A PORCH LIGHT, ALONE IN AN OPEN WINDOW---

Owning up to his shortfalls may be his most difficult task.
Tomorrow mirrors that reflection.
In thought, he begins his introspection.
Standing looking out the open window, a moth distracted his attention.
He turned on the porch light thinking about...

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“Well we shall have to do our best and 'keep on smiling'” said Dumpty to the Owl, who he was worried could possibly get into a' flap' after all it had heard. “Yes it never helps to despair” opinioned the Owl stolidly. “ I have...

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Millions and millions with one stone gone.
Killed by their own wrongs
From negating a path strong.
But oh, a picture perfect life shown
With three children in the form.
Altered destiny to hinder success seen.
Today, their fate is perceived. to be a ruminated future confound from all their deceits.

One...

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Newton W. Moon

1853 – 1904


So, what is the truth?
My friend, have you thought deeply about life?
Have you thought long and hard about the endless ticking of time
Have you pondered and mused and ruminated with all your mind and soul?
I have lain on many an afternoon
Under...

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Deprived pilgrim wives ruminated
On ways to get hubbies elated:
After Thanksgiving chow
Ogling men hollered “wow!”
As wet-shirted women they rated....

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An Old Man's Elegy

All the people went home;
There was no place to go.
Shadows laughingly mocked them,
As they made their way home in the snow.

They sold the old man's house,
To the highest bid.
When the gavel came down,
It sealed the final nail on the lid.

The poor man...

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The sun shines in a friendly glow while the birds sing mating songs, searching for 
that lost bond of intimate natural longing. Greenery illuminates the path through the 
garden, colorfully decorating the atmosphere with contentment. Leaves drift 
beatifically to their resting place in the aura...

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It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
 
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a smile unnoticed on her face
Yet she burst forth with glory...

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The proverbial victim immortalized forever
Seeing Prince Charming when you gazed into his eyes, but, beyond your 
delusion stood Satan himself fantasizing about how he was to devour your flesh.
Sibyl's true love for Dorian did not see deceit's nasty warnings.
Narcissistic Dorian could not be abated.
The torment...

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Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)


(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)




Nobody Likes A  Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb...

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We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They...

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I took a bite of tainted truth.
Believed in someone who had no couth.
The system turned it all around.
Now I'm trying to gain lost ground.

The facts they found were misconstrued.
In my blind faith I just got screwed.
They made a mess behind my back.
Where justice slips right...

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my forte and my downfall
elegant thoughts, parsed perfection
effortlessly strung, priceless pearls
tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated
craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds
perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere
but you, with your scantily clad jargon
middling maudlin untold descriptions
how can posies exist
needing both water and wine
to complete the sacrement
sun and rain, imperfection...

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