Best Transiting Poems

As we waited for Venus to 
Cross the face of the Sun

People from all over the township
Came together like in the days
When nature was the...

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She wore that cotton dress to deal with the heat.
Double takes came often as we walked along the street.
  I tried to keep up...

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Panes of glass in my soul divide me from my past
Portals that serve as the windows into my future
Yet clearly distort the visions of my...

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No mean for all,
even a single fear
How decent guy trap
silently in love,

O’er this anthology
might we be hear,
Might you with me
and I with you be in
love,

And...

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WHEN THE TIME COMES TAI

Time is timeless as it floats gently in impermanence
pasts presents and futures blend inter-mingle wave
it’s rapture’s melodies and pastel pastures lush...

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RECONNAISSANCE PATROL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Scheduled for patrol tonight, damn I got the point
We must secure at least one exiting point
I hate night patrols, transiting from cover...

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I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step...

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I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step...

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I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when I am photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I've gone.
One step...

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Tides in motion beneath my crust
Of water-ice and planet dust,
Heat a hidden salty ocean,
Beneath my crust tides in motion.

My fertile womb so ripe with seeds,
With...

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I just know I would see that smile again
I just know I would hear that childish laughter again
Why, life on Earth is not the end...

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Under the spectrum of chameleon sky
the transiting sun shines deceptively
on the masked faces of ingenious craft, 
walk you enticed on blind garden path.

In the dense...

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in our measure of time 
there are curious circles filling our days, 
numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights, 
heavens moguls of tribulation...

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This imprisonment of clay, 
this putrid jarred tint subjected to time's defeat, 
this cankered vile contagion. 
tossed to and fro as on a sea with...

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