Best Sieving Poems

 Boundless, the possibilities for dreamers;
Interval visions for believers
freeing time of structured sand,
sifting through clock’s hands,
allowing
fanned
imaging’s
unfettering strands
to now literally expand
sieving pictures through dreamtime’s siever.
Boundless, the possibilities for dreamers.

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2/15/15 

I’d name this form:  Etheree Hourglass ...

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I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.

Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept...

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a ghost haunts the country of Laos
sieving through jungles
crackling twigs because
it has not yet died
beware of it
the one who drags one foot
while the other rots 20 feet away
shoes made of cast metal
footprints ever so present
in night fall
imprints of bomb shells in mud fields

a phantom roams
plains...

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On 14th Feb, valentines day
I spent my afternoon
lying lazily on the hammock at the beach
pondering over the dreams of my youths
with truth constantly reflecting
wondering if true love ever exists
gazing blindly around
not sure of what I see

At the periphery of the beach
a pretty lady in a...

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Slow sways, it meanders ~
Sandy spotted mammoth
Sieving the shallow sea…
Still that dorsal fin fear!
Some jaws don’t bite or bark
Such is deep’s largest fish…
Sized gape, my whale shark awe ~

(3/27/22)...

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“Sundar means beautiful,” the natives write— 
The mangroves of south dance beneath daylight
With the flair of a gypsy drunk and bold
Swirling her skirt of salt. And callous gold
Prowls the swamp after trotting prey in flight.

The sentinels of south guard through the night
And push and pull...

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ELUSIVE SAPPHIRE
BY
Kevin L Fairbrother
The Willows west of Emerald
A place to relax and try your luck
For in the ground around the town
The elusive Sapphire lies hidden

Digging and sieving the wash
Specking the ground for color
Tons of dirt I’ve dug and shifted
And many miles I’ve walked

As yet the...

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Time flies when you're not concentrating.

It slyly and sneakily separates
its victims from their past minutes and hours,
not sieving or selecting ... just on the take.
All your best and worst times are packed away,
a portfolio of fading memories.

Life and time should be like a living book
which...

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Strange sedition stealthy sets 
cloaked in artificial greening phiz
some by prejudice inquiring, 
“Where are you from”?
others in feigning frame avoiding,
finding paths away from you,
Though harmless your looks.
There be those secluding, 
choosing space dodging.
deliberate speed the drama,
of Conceited Bias unspoken, 
The loss of childhood innocence, 
Deprivation...

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I sometimes wander
into the wilderness of doubt
…off the beaten path
of conformity
My spirit walking barefoot
through contradictions
gathering the dust
of beliefs to trust

What’s seen at first
as a barren land
is filled with discarded ideas
Philosophies and concepts
of different mindsets
are as many
as the grains of sand

Sifting and sieving
these conceptual grains
is a...

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The growth of a person,
Unleashed with the purest essence of life from thyself.

Wilt not slave thyself from the prowess anger,
Shalt not crave hunger for life’s threat. 

 Not even, 
Sieving through the darkness of all threatening sorrows.

This message lies the key of growth,
Of purity, of...

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Eternal sleep! cozy and might,
the morning in Eden's bright,
canopy of happiness, sieving joy's light.

Touch of freedom, kiss of esteem
pumping all back , fair redeem! 

Sweet,sweet sleep,
never on this land again, to rise and weep.

Slit on throat, kiss of blade
A garland around the nape,
driven by sorrow,poison...

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Care to think of yourself,
Sieving through the mundane,
I wonder if you're expecting anything,
Is this the life, or has it not yet begun?
If so, then what is it that is this?
A preparation, a practice, perhaps
An exhibition? Or is it the one true thing,
Has it started? Am...

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Eternal sleep! cozy and might,
the morning in Eden's bright,
canopy of happiness, sieving joy's light.

Touch of freedom, kiss of esteem
pumping all back , fair redeem!

Slit on throat, kiss of blade
A garland around the nape.

Fall to rise,again to wise.
Torn soul soon be knit,
in the new world, perfectly...

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I may have been bullied 
and I may have been slandered 
but I ain’t no pussy 
or a backdoor bandit

with desperate standards 
alike feeble cowards 
sieving slander 
needing power 

their grace honour and pride abandons 
allowing lows below lowest chartered 
shameless disgraces devour unburdened 
humans...

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