Best Ruminations Poems

(The news of the death of dear and near ones reaching us on a daily basis has left me thinking of the transitoriness of life and hence this poem) 


Is not our life a wave of energy coursing through ether 
Just like flickering flames or...

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Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.

Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped...

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Don’t call Moses a liar he was much more than that
There are no sands of time just time and sand
(and not enough of either in this land)
Just one way is one too many ways skin a cat.

Peter denied Jesus thrice and he still got a...

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Weary, sluggish and silent with apathy and 
disinterest, I sullenly reflect and 
languish....

My thoughts—thick and heavy like 
molasses—painfully churn and swirl in 
and out of my head and spill against the 
background of dead silence of my living 
room....

They are in constant motion, while I...

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I
of
warped words
& soundless mind
out of mindless sight
no(some)where
blurring into
the No-Go Realm
(chasing cunning
cryptic clouds
of thoughtcrimes)

I touch
no man's land
out never
where I'm supposed
to be or
not begin

I am there
not here
catastrophically
contemplating
caricatures
of contorted
mindscapes

I am here or there
out of control
cleverly out of sorts
sorting out
sordid
collusive clutter
 

evading
enemies
in the
Dog Days of Delusion
one
dissolving
poem
at a time
(time a...

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Why are the sea gulls shopping here, if not
for "White Stag, "No Boundaries." or "Faded Glory?"
Is there some other story?  Coffee, Tea or You,
or just practicing beach and gray-sky calls
over concrete, carts, and Handicapped Blue?
This turf is for blackbirds of the piercing cry, haughty
strut...

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In the story 
 You're a loose thread 
 Slipping through a lie 
 Slicing through a tattered fringe 
 Twisting on a line 

 A shred of proof 
 In a tangled ruse 
 Stripped of the sublime 
 A cobweb with a thousand...

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Seldom does the darkness fall,
In either lonely room or banquet hall
That the memories purchased at Youth’s expense
Come back to me as fair recompense.

For when Time steals in with stealthy tread 
And alludes to the secrets that lie ahead-
Pointing to the balance of what is left,
My...

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Why are the sea gulls shopping here,
if not for "White Stag, No Boundaries" or 
"Faded Glory?" Is there some other story? 
Coffee, tea, or you, or just practicing beach 
and gray-sky calls over concrete, carts
and Handicapped Blue? This turf is for blackbirds 
of the piercing...

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If today was your last day what would you do? 
Where would you go? 
Who would you see? 
If today was your last day, what would you leave your loved ones as your legacy? 
Would you smile, would you laugh? Would you have the perfect...

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The opposite of life
is death

The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise

So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion

Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.

What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having...

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Druidic Ruminations (still dancing  shadows)

Deceptively feminine mannerisms
Lures to wile the unwary
Long haired unread horsemen
Spending Summer into Fall
Reciting words in rhythmic fashion
Inciting feelings of quick passion
From a chieftain and a druid unforgotten
Dead and living in them all

Poetry older than writing to initiates inviting
To veterans of...

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Whereas and wherefore hence and hereafter
An idle balloon sits high in the rafters
It’s hard to decide which one is dafter
The one who just bought it or the “arts” crafter

the media just primps and prunes
while she stumbles in the ruins
rejoicing in the things she brings
while dancing...

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Coronal Ruminations
		
Here is a war let loose -
a plague upon the frailties
of our unresisting unsuspecting flesh

another plague invisible
inspired in the very air 
invading passages where 
life would breathe

does our world seem broken now
viral failures magnified
rhythms torn to dissonance
aging pains hobbled by a grieving
stillness found among...

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If fate opposed is useless, what great need
     is there to challenge dark despair's great power
when spirit dies, and soul, mind, body bleed,
     as hope wilts like a melancholic flower?

When lungs give way, and breath begins to...

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