Best Unrushed Poems

HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand at attention.
Families have again answered the call
to attend this festival,...

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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll over

in honeyed slumber

turning back hands
to face a time of 
blushing green 
you are seen 
turning naked face smiling
up towards blue...

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The weatherman is trying hard to find
Another way to say rain is forecast.
He knows we hate him when he must remind
That we should be prepared for rain to last.
Two weeks ago we thought spring had arrived
And stored our bulky sweaters all away,
So eager were we...

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Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the...

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With fascist fist, white CHAUVINist (whose christian name is Drek)
hailed pearly Knights in Kevlar tights who spurn the ebon fleck,
and joined the Kops enforcing stops which keep black pawns in check.

Floyd feared the Kops (most drenched in drops that racial rules distill),
so long confined, entrapped,...

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...... Part 2 ......

With snout upturned the moon’s discerned
as well as wafts a wendin’
and muzzled growls and shriekin’ howls
mark wolves in quests unendin’.
With fragrant hint, the wolf’s a’ sprint,
the pack begins t’ rally –
in swift descent they’ve seized a scent,
that’s flowin’ down the valley.

The wolf...

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After the storm has passed,
Pelting rain has ceased, and
Ratchet winds have shifted into
Tolerable and non-threatening breezes,
Life resumes in an ordinary sense. 
As grey clouds move east,
The sky opens to unveil its majesty 
And daybreak takes its proper place. 
Slowly the sun emerges,
Rising like a phoenix,...

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Beautiful days.
Enchanting evenings.
Indulged, inspired.
Navigating naughtiness.

Busy being
Unusually unrushed.
Serenely sailing
Your yacht....

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Life was simple and unrushed 
There was a certain laze we had more time
Along came a device which took overnight
Our private time , deep into our lives 
Denied the simpler pleasures of life
Make us enslaved day and night

The mobile was here, in the beginning without...

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These first flowers of spring,
So brave and unafraid
Are the rarest, sweetest
And should never be touched,
As they must be free to
Emerge, unrushed, to rise
One day at a time, just
The way they were meant to be.

We will see, eventually
How they bloom and display,
And what they become
As the...

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Sometimes pandemic people share
pieces of our unspeakable personal story

That no health care worker,
sex therapist player,
or green resonant systems organizer
wants to hear,
much less smell,
or touch,
or deeply feel...

I flinch, sometimes.

Wince.

Maybe flirt with longer-term
dissociation,
to protect myself
from suicide
to protect ourselves
from ecocide.

Make sure I'm OK
for now
right left here

And agree with...

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Holy Father
Once upon midnight prayerful
The purposeful pontifical priesting
Holy Father
while I pondered, discipline and careful
I discovered the believers
I crave the evangelic, exegetical evangelism
I crave the sacerdotal, sorrowful scriptures
Holy Father
I came believing
Deep into that darkness preaching
The Pentecostals came impeaching
As of someone gently speeching, speeching
Eagerly I looked for...

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In the unquiet chamber of a kitchen, 
where brittle leaves of thyme and sage sway 
in unison, to the hot hum of convection
crooning softly from a stove of iron.

The guests hang waiting, by turns,
for their moment in the simmering cauldron.

Thick, steaming whispers of warmth
curl around...

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Though we be separated by great distance,
many a miles the gulf between us
Our two hearts walk always together
Though your face I have yet to see,
your distant eyes look affectionately towards me
Smiles to smiles shrink our sea of space,
this enormous chasm evaporates
with one call from a...

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Settling ~ we float into solitude at the end 
Tethers severed, releasing all that we are
Aerosolised into fine nothingness
Reaching without striving
Dispersed to reassemble in any timescale
Unrushed and unpredictable 
Shrewn once uncoupled from anxiety
Tempering all past longing

Omniscience inhaled and exhaled
No promises of never again only ever...

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