Best Slowness Poems

Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see...

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With the incoming sounds of spring, a resurrection of life,  
the chilliness flees. Quote _ by Poet 



Ready for a new season, Spring birds
Shake...

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The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
What I need to do I can't try: 
wander without shelter in the backcountry.
Or go deeper...

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The Dawn


The Dawn, with enormous slowness, penetrates
Chasing darkness back behind his gates
Where, displaced, he will a while reside
Forced to retreat before the crimson tide
That creeps...

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"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to...

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I went to my high school reunion:
I wasn't sure what to expect.
Would those we once held so high
Retain our aged respect?

High school cliques had disappeared;
our...

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“I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try“

   ...

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford...

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hell fire desires running wild
like a passion driven hot rod with burning tires

scorching licks of frenzied lust
whip raw touches that spontaneously self combust
pressurized slowness yielding...

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They always made me happy, 
The camels of the wise men, 
The slowness of their footsteps, 
Their self-sufficient ben. 

Camels meant there was time, 
For...

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William Branton has just run into camp as if the earth is falling away from his heels,
he has spotted a large cluster of Indians to...

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In the late 1970s I was a bricklayer, and for about half a year we worked in a new housing allotment along a state highway...

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Her screaming 
Yet somehow i managed to see her death in my mind
Just to be reunited with him
I curled and rolled in bed
Missing and wishing
Crying...

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"Spiteful Minds" 

by~ Edward McCormick 

Disdainfully negotiating gain, 
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone. 
An obvious destruction they attain 
Through dialogue with underlying tone....

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Growing Up In A Christian Household 

My dad was such a FRAMER then that I oft just felt like a FARMER,  
No alternative routes...

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