Best Spontaneity Poems

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"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"

In an erratic existence 
this ad hoc state of mind,
treads upon random paths,
to reach...

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Truth be told 
truth behold,
This I see 
is how all unfolds

In plain sight 
not in darkness 
like here tonight
I see the sky 
ask myself why 
there’s no reply,
No mothership 
to take a trip 

And… oh my god
I’m overwhelmed!
by majesty … 
constellations
partnerships
A crescent moon 
beckoning me...

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In a ballet of restrictive and 
stifling carriage, we strike into 
the depths of our imagination
and boundless intuition on a 

rollercoaster soaring free from 
rigid clips, venturing into a cosmic
sphere where dreams take flight, 
on Saturn's rings, 

exhilarating twists and turns.
Firm on the grand stage,...

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Even as a child, how I used to enjoy
A simple stroll through the woods 
When innocent instincts ruled my heart
And ran after every call from the wild or bush,
Mesmerized by the warbling of the cuckoo and the thrush.

It was a time when every rainbow and...

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~ As early nightfall tousles my hair prism light,
the alchemy of a ceremonial parade begins
in this panel of a forest like a mystic scene
~ fondling my skin…jutting from nowhere,
a relay of tigers and flamingos swivel
on glowing shafts in the pale dark ... I freeze.
Some quick...

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To say exactly what I feel,
At first seems quite unreal.
What’s on my mind to be exact.
Without forethought, without tact?

To beckon my deepest thought
Not thinking whether I ought
Well, OK I will give it a go, 
what will happen I don’t know.

Thoughts sweep.
Old times creep.
Whispers remain.
Joyous refrain.

Quite...

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"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"

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Take the words and wrap them round
Fingers, hems, lost (not found)
Pennies sewn to add weight to...

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Why should the mimic apologize? 
Where are the cupboards?
Where are the wages?
Where is the tailor? I had
no use for algebra, I knew it-
in as much incognito on a prefabricated track,
in order that....
free thinking then supposing,
til warning for dreamless help provided,
a typewritten treat from this meditative...

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Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous,...

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I got lost again
in childlike wonder 
Looked for seashells 
while listening to thunder

The rain it came
soaked me to the core
I paid it no mind
while exploring the shore

I removed my clothes 
too wet to wear
Laughed and skipped
danced without a care

The troubles of the world
slipped from my...

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The ties of time and tide bestride 
the man who is defined by
clock and compass.
He who embraces spontaneity
and keeps a happy heart
will garner more good will 
than over-planning ever could provide....

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The ties of time and tide bestride 
the man who is defined by
clock and compass.
He who embraces spontaneity
and keeps a happy heart
will garner more good will 
than over-planning ever could provide....

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A quoted warning tells us, “haste makes waste.”
Perhaps not so- denied by nature's sway.
Life spontaneity survives post-haste;
on this, God-given souls likewise convey.

Our inner selves are fashioned to express
impulsiveness to grasp life and to share.
No time to pause and study, then digress;
must implement its joys with...

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There are times when the splendor of life come’s out of know where.
Like a guest of wind.
You become amazed by your existence and of the moments before you.
It catch’s your mind and soul, with a sense of bewilderment.  
I think it’s the spontaneity of...

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SPONTANEITY
Like nature  working
inside from out,painted feelings
impressions..from within
drip by drip An abstract
creation pure form  in colour
A spontaneous,  frieze  to   and
fro,high  then low ,back and forth
so off chance, large scale ;
a web of paint,layer on layer,
Drop by drop-one by one
out...

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