Best Slower Poems

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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my veins,
               ...

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I've grown a bit slower, I've grown a bit fatter,
  my mission each hour: relieving my bladder.
When I was a youngster, I had no...

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'I want you to use all your powers and your skills
I don’t want his mother to see him like this
Look, look how they massacred my...

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Snowfall prancers
Ballerina dancers
Gracefully, they pirouette in the air
Frosted crystals, though never a pair
Scene enhancing
Vision entrancing
Ballet romancing

Costumes white
Tumbling flight
Snowflakes flew in for their audition
Each posed in...

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Start at the start
ask your questions
Although I’m no priest 
I will hear your confession
Divulge your sins
no judgement or correction
Within my skeleton closet
I have my own...

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The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear

Sweet words, with her loving...

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My heart        a sky of sunny spells
Of passing clouds and  falling tears

Sometimes it shines   ...

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Eternal Bonds

Apricity sustains us through the cold
As our aging bones recall days of youth,
Where sweet treasures of the heart still unfold
A mode of love that...

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A shadow walks
beside me
in the sun—
faithful companion,
mimicking my every move. 

Through the
decades of my life,
I scarcely noticed
little changes
in his form. 

He seems just  
a...

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As a child, I mistakenly believed that older people chose to have stiff backs, wrinkles on their faces, and veins like small, fat snakes on...

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I spin, faster and faster…    
losing control, I am a propeller rising.
Once, you were my mystery to solve,
my gift to unwrap -
my...

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After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman who left by choice. All natural decisions 
made from a place of despair. Darkness...

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Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous...

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When I was a child,
summer at my Aunt Joanne’s
meant staying out as late as it took the sun to set!
And mostly with my cousin Chris,
I...

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So many weep from pleasure or from pain
and raise their invocations to the sky.
I watch them from the corner of my eye.
Their exhibitions I would...

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