Best Shyer Poems

While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies

While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which...

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A wee fellow, sporting an outsize bold-orange chest
  The male of the species, ever doing his best
    To protect his shyer, pale-chested mate

Back and forth struts Mr. Robin 'cross yard and fence
  Twitching and turning, movements taut and tense
A most...

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The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign,
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that damp the depths of her demesne. 
          .
            ...

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Healthy HomeSchool
therapeutic mindbody homelife,
especially for those who feel and think homeless,
co-empathic living

In-between longing for win/win 
inter-religious GoldenRule endings
and belonging to win/lose 
monotheistic anthro-supremacist beginnings.

Where we learn how everyone is a parasite.
Some more benign.
Others not so much.
But, still, beyond their bloated enslavement to rabidity
and terror
lies what...

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I have been on the road of recovery once again
Abandoned, but that’s alright – how have you been?
I hope you well in all you do…I’m unlike any other man
Remember the train who said “I think I can” – yes, I can

Lost my train of thought...

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Birdman

Bold Dewi Jones would leave his home
first thing every morning,
and trot him down to Towy Wood
just as day was dawning,
and there he filled his Tesco bag,
five pence from any store,
with chickweed celandine and seed
and other weeds galore.
Then he fed them to his finches
to peck at...

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All senses alerted, I'm certain you're here
Your hand snakes my waist, confirming the fear
Attempts to fake brave, just making me shyer
Dancing with Daniel is playing with fire.
If I reached up a little,
Close enough to kiss,
The dimple you get where
Your cheek meets your lips
And if you...

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Imprisoning textures
and routine lectures
in loneliness,

"your own fault"
"not Other's loss"

blame
shame
dipolar co-arising

Loneliness effacing
cognitive/affective reason
and denying access
to more social future seasons

Including primal memories
of self-appreciation
self-sufficiency
communication resource-fullness,

And yet,
     and yet,

Beneath such reasonable busyness,
when I can sustain
opulent MeWe identity,

Even so,
     even so,

EgoWe remains...

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place me on a gentle thought 
where i can stand still 
about all that is, of worry

plaque me not
oh trickster, of all that is of the unreal
fade into your blissful victory!
of mean, and vigorous deceiving! 
let my head be free! 
and my heart be not...

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C this jay aint the only thing on fire, displayed faint plea's lonely things conspire, 
I believe in world's where nature is shyer, I bleed in this 1 til evil expires, 
im tired, now exhausted from agnostic peers, manifesting 
contesting to use their worst fears,...

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The Meewee that lives under my bed,
Has purple skin and an unusually large head.

His eyes are large and green,
And although he looks it, he is not at all mean.

His fingers are boney, and his feet are too,
When he smiles you can see his teeth are...

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And if at night the stars do come
shy in cautious dim
I quickly count them - the night is short
they give me time
if they have such a thing!
But, not the nights I need
The sun makes them shyer still
- brethren so science say
So why turn thy face...

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He left with the early train
He left in the rain
He had left only a letter
He didn't bother to wake her

As she slept like peace, a glow on her face
Bathed in the memories of the pleasure;
the pleasures of the night, memories she can't erase
For she wanted...

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all the wild in it's wisp and brood.
fly nature in and scented skin.
fell silently her silk new bloom.
back in the arms of the one she calls him.
lay on clouds of pull and press.
arms of brambles twined and beating.
sharing stolen summer breaths.
watching all the world in...

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At the Planet Gym
embodying my best business
when suddenly I wonder

Why am I here?
repeats
and repeats
in my wandering ear

And what magic
might appear

Isn't that *****?
Not WHY am I here
with these Straight People

because this overpopulated question
may obscure other
quieter
ambidextrously resourceful directions
less shaded by fear
of robust diversity

I suppose
But, what can I...

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