Best Shifting Poems

No other choice
        as my shadow schemes in the sand,
      lone cries on lovelorn wings give grief heart’s voice 
        over scorned wedding band.
  
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(FICTION, PLEASE.  It is easy for me to write in the first person, but nearly all my poems are fiction.  Please don't attribute this poem to me.  I loved my wife to distraction.  For ten years she was sick and I...

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"here I am in human form, but it was not always quite so earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life regressions I definitely know"

Flashbacks flicker of images unknown,
wandering in gardens of cosmic scents.
Beyond this existence we're not alone,
as...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind,
Unique designs appear within.
An artist’s brush could be the air,
For many forms are found up there.

Look up there, it’s a swimming whale,
‘Twill quickly change with the next gale.
It seems so strange to change so much,
It makes it hard to...

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I lay me on the grassy lawn
And watch the stars, they're floating on

While one comes out from round the eaves
Across the sky another leaves

The sky is slowly shifting round
So different stars are always found

The dipper turns just like a clock
Without a sound of tick or...

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The Shifting sands
Kingdoms of Dunes
Desolate sands
No life. Low tide
Landfalls now twixt mud and sand
And then the seals appear
Their sad calls staying in my memory

I walk the dunes
Why am I sad?
I’ve just returned
Alive and not wounded

The girl I left behind
A friend I thought
No commitment
No declaration of...

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The ground rumbles, ominously, I'm on the steep side of a Mississippi River Bluff, mid-August, gathering bursting crimson red trophies of Staghorn Sumac for my favorite sumac-ade, a spright, invigorating tonic I enjoy this time of year. The smell in the air, forest-sage beginning to...

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Elements need to shift if you desire transformation
You have to do things; at times in different ways 
You have to be willing to try new things

Comfort can be a perfect partner though
But only if you plan to remain in the same place forever 
That's the...

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Were I adept at shape-shifting
I would avoid shadow-lifting
And eschew re-gifting,
I would spend more time sifting
Through forms more befitting
And most likely give up babysitting!

Were I adept at shape-shifting
I think I would consider quitting,
Or at least admitting,
Shape-shifting is hair-splitting
All things possible permitting,
And take up crochet or knitting!...

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Proudly the white tummies purposefully sauntered forth
Orange arrow beaks decidedly pointed 
Stubby feet not nearly strong enough to hold them up

Yellow mirrored eyeballs, reflecting the sun
In sheer giddiness, frightening the menfolk.
I stopped the wagon train and gave them a stern talking to.

Yes, I am the...

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“Here I am in human form but it was not always quite so. Earth is not the only place I’ve been to though past life regressions definitely know.” - 
     Unseeking Seeker

I wish I could recall other times and
places where undoubtedly...

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the existence of known solubles
be they spiritual, molecular or imaginary
derivations, vain or divine

Protest
Implode
Disappear
Relinquish
Begrudge
Refuse
Rebel
Resist
Rebuke
Ignore
Mock
By chance, plot or plan

take maternity shops for example
pay phones
bill of rights?
alarm clocks
constitution?
looking up from our handheld
electronic god to greet passersbys

purge our souls


03/08/13
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Seeing you in the soft blue 
looking for the outline 
I feel your quickly shifting silhouette 
Watching your passing sigh 
Knowing your shadows of soft shade 
Feeling it tender as the moonlight 
Seeing you in the flickering night 
Tracing your filigree in the soft sounds...

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Warm winds blow
Their golden grain
The sands not in charge 
Off their own domain
 
These hills of sand
Aeolian processes form
Shifting at will
In any desert sandstorm
 
The shape of the dunes
You see today
Were not their shape
Yesterday
 
Crescentic, linear
Star and dome
Parabolic
Dune shaped homes
 
Masses of sand
On our continents...

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The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon,  Essex, 
England.

As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined lines we hold so dear
Constants to which we can easily comply
Until someone smarter wanders by.

The first chill of confusion swiftly...

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