Best Seeable Poems

A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from the busyness 
the incessant noise
my many responsibilities
life’s never ending activities
work that is never done
all of life’s many conflicts


I reach the...

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CALLING ALL PETERS TO THE H2O.WALKING ON WATER
DEFYING THE CONSERVATION LAW OF GRAVITY.......

WATER WALKERS ARE THE TRUE RISK TAKERS.
KNOWING THE POSSIBILITY OF WHAT COULD BE...
PERSUADED BY PASSION. TO DEAR THE IMPOSSIBLE...

WATER WALKERS ARE LIGHT ON THEIR FEET.
TRAVELING IN UNKNOWN TERRITORY. THEY 
HAVE SPIRITUAL PHDS. MASTERING...

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I saw that elderly man this Sunday
He says he travels to my town everyday
In his 80s he appears feeble
His reedy bones are seeable
This old chap is thin as a stick
I find him so polite, I call him a brick
He looks like a parched tree without...

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Everyday I wake with a fear
But to shed there is no tear, 
I wonder if my mind can put up with today's fight
The guards outside will dictate my fate tonight. 
I shall not lose devotion
But there are times when I need explanations
You have never left...

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There has to be a reason
For your cool, existant, real caution-
Realer than your eyes
Your smile
Your kindness
That are now dull recollections in my mind
Eyes that had fluttered, shimmered
With grandier light,
Such lively might
Only now you make an appearance 
Like a ghost
Nonchalant in my life
There, but elsewhere
Mind distracted
Heart...

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I  dreamt of what I  could  be
when  this faithful  deluge
give up 
when my day 
finally breaks

My bamboo bed
tripled  its size
and has only few sticks
still left 
Behold!
the depth of father’s grave 
came forth;
so also
the forestalled
hopes  of  grieving mother
still...

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Our parent galaxy Milky Way
has a nebula giving birth
to stars neath ‘baby blanket’ array
that’s one of the closest to Earth

of astral-forming regions around—
Rho Ophiuchi Complex Cloud,
named for the bright stellar body found
in its picturesque dusty shroud.

The colorful image multi-hued
within Ophiuchus was spied,
a constellation in south...

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Destination


Who they say life is immortal
Could they give a sign of previous?
Or they cry following others!
Without knowing hints of mysterious!

A little agree shaking heads
Thinking not to face difficulties 
Why bear a headache with others?
In vain discussing rounding tongues 

If there is confine some do know...

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The Overheard talk between The Mind & the Body.
To long we’ve been apart, torn apart from the words that the lips of humans use to speak. 
Inches apart, separated by a barrier of eye, nose, lips and listening holes that they call ears.
What happened to...

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let's speak of the unspeakable
the horrid, heartless, maybe headless tale

let's speak of small children, 
gaunt with indifference, both of and for
the sunken eyes, the distended belly
the insects hovering about...waiting

let's speak of hospital corridors
hushed conversations with green-scrubbed
doctors and nurses, the welling of tears
unready to find peace...

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Jesus Pays or You Do
Written: by Tom Wright
2/25/2013

Everyone enjoys it when another will pay,
For sin the price was tendered at the cross.
By accepting Jesus it’s exactly that way,
Rejection necessitates we pay for our dross.

At death, man’s destination isn’t left to guessing,
Or by some Church eulogy...

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Am I Invisible
The older I get 
The less I get
I must not be seeable 
You just walk by 
As if you class is to high 

I wish I had attention
The attention the little ones get 
But I make you a bet that my life is...

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Beyond every picture,
every panoramic or keyhole view,
miniature or mural,
beyond the frame of perception
or the corners of our eyes
beyond the focus, and the seeable distance
the great known fades into otherness.

There’s millions of pictures of our world
all captured through
the narrow lens of the expected,
all spied through a...

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January digs deeper into snow drifts.
Chill fingers cripple backbones,
make us walk like matchstick men.
February is just a name we give to tomorrow,
as if we could open that icebox
to see if the sun still rises over un-seeable horizons.
Time drags, then of a sudden, pushes us into...

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