Best Unimagined Poems

Going inward
Receiving moments of grace
While time unfolds
Touching your heart with my breath
An expansion
Doorways to enter

Each gift revealed through my willingness
Vulnerability my partner
Coaxing me towards unimagined...

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A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart 
She smiles! My heart races, leaping! 
And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, 
It dips among new...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with...

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In the dimmed theater, the stage is set
not for a play though, yet a performance 
one of baton, brass, notes, timpani 
the performance I have...

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The Greatest of These…

A portrait of the perfect tenderness eternal,
 Painted from the rising mists of a broken promise -
   Finished on a...

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The Snowflakes Precision

What a cruel and un-compassionate fate you bequeath us
A million years of the mediocre and paltry garnish of faith and hope
Given for the...

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Come to me O Ancient Ones
For I have missed you
Your presence fills me with
Light and joy

I hear you calling me in the night
Tendrils whispered 
On...

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The writer I am in my dreams
is more sophisticated than I am
and sees the world as an untold story
I mainly see the footsteps behind me
...

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I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.

Your voice sets the pace, it whispers 
into the ears of my ride, sometimes...

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Our birth is a command, a cosmic voice.
We live by law past humans wield to be.
We fantasize the future as our choice,
Then crash head-on into...

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From the Nostril Vortex

I breathe in your perfumed 
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings. 
I wince like...

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My love is light (a fairy kiss?)          
        ...

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I think that I shall have a drink 
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this...

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If poppies harbour oblivion,
their vivid presence
belies a deep potential.
As if oblivion really worried me-

Surely, death becomes more
than this state of oblivion.

If a brilliant point of...

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The dust hovering just above their souls
A journey lay dormant awaiting to recoil
Through their dead skin these footprints dwell
Is my rhythm a curse from some...

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