Best Thirds Poems

I set the stage for tropical romance;
among my rocks have sirens’ songs been sung.
Yet some who dare to traverse my expanse
into the briny depths of me are flung.

Inconstant as the sun that comes and goes,
I’m calm as windless day or still of night;
then furious as...

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Magic is everywhere, but stage magicians, 
have no clue, as to what it really is.

Magic built our universe.  
That something so complex, as the universe, 
could be born of a few elements of pure…magic.

That, intelligent organisms can grow,
 from carbon and evolve; that’s magic.

A...

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Sinking pearls of stone, in an obligatory skip
before the plunge
Haloing the horizon in silver riddles
and the earth is still.
No tides to bite the green watered breath.
No new moons eclipsed by the earth's turn to greatness.
And we laugh.
Laugh in salty brine and cosmos air.
Following the stone's...

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in an
          angst-                    saturated
        moment i    ...

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Love Letter to Adonis

My dear Adonis, you who even charmed
the goddess Aphrodite and the Queen
Persephone, it’s I you’ve now disarmed!
One look into your eyes, I did not mean
to fall in love with you so hopelessly!
I understand two thirds the year you are
required to split between...

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GOODBYE SECRET GARDEN

Once upon a time, my father planted a Christmas tree,
It stood tall and proud, a landmark for all to see,
But lightning struck this magnificent sight,
Which every Christmas shone with lights so bright,
It had to be cut down, despite my desperate plea!

We cut two...

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In the soul of a photograph
What do you see
Many different people
But never me

Laughter and joy
Captured emotion
Light and shadows
An artist's potion

You don't often ponder
The eye behind
The rule of thirds
The horizon line

It isn't common practice
To see what isn't there
To think beyond sight
To really care

We're invisible people
Or so...

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333 
3 thirds of Me
1 ounce of Tea
The EACE that starts with P

My Christmas Gift 2022
was one I didn't expect
Though I've prayed for it often 
I assumed the Universe would neglect

I've preached Radical Acceptance
And truly thought I achieved said practice
As days continued I realize I...

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No War No Protest!

Colors of red, green, black, and white 
spread on the east side of one campus
On the other a wave of white, and blue stars
A flock has gathered
The atmosphere seems peaceful 
Tents resembling tepees, 
Like ancient wigwams everywhere, 
closely watched by the camera’s...

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I'd rather not relay on heavy words
to weigh the beauty in a proper way.
A third of human languages, two-thirds,
nay, all of them would never outweigh
the heft of weightless beauty on the scale
of ruthless time. Eternity will measure
a downfall, a moon, a nightingale,
a hug, a kiss,...

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He was out of Woodie Wonder by the stallion Sunset Hue, 
A freak thought breeding purists, who would surely end up glue. 
For greys were so unfashionable he'd never get a start, 
But this colt was a fighter with a truly valiant heart. 
 
His...

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“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which adorn his private life.”  Doctor Benjamin Rush, signer of the Declaration

“In placing Barry at the head of the Navy...

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The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist?
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monotheistic competing for all-consuming
ritualistic servicing?

How would you compare broad cultural trends
between East and West theology
on...

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Symmetrical chords:
Same roots, thirds, augmented fifths...
(Really inversions)...

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By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

I am a British soldier, been a soldier all my life
and back home in England, I left 2 kids and a wife
now I’m outside Sebastapol, with Cardigans Brigade
waiting to fight the Russians, Cavalry on Parade

We are part of Raglans...

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