Best Unshaped Poems

The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One is cynical.
The other sensuous. One slaps your hand away.
One squeezes...

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I might forget you for a little while

but when the last desert hues of sunset roses

wrap the bareness of these arms

Out of nowhere and without reason I think of you

Darkness falls and so my tears

but  then the wind wafts its zephyr breeze

and exhales away...

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Just past 
where the world of the atom ends
there are spaces that we try to fill
or pretend they don't exist.
Hollows that harbor silence 
or an unshaped need, 
the imprint of something 
the mind can't conceive.

Music makes its way there
and knocks on the door,
takes its seat...

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My being rises beyond hills or feathers gliding 
deepened by silence immense,
where in peak of light anointed
through soul union-- 
the grail of non- resistance widens
   Beyong boundless path, 
        a haloed center drifting on
A meditative space...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk a new girl stayed,
With honey colored hair all in a braid.

It would not be easy to concentrate.
How could a teacher...

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POETRY PLEA

There was a time when every word and phrase
Each sentence stanza paragraph and verse
Was written, with a clearness to our gaze
When simply made, extravagant or terse
Crafted in empyrean structure did they seem
With lucidity and freshness of a dream. *

Though perhaps this retrospect views life...

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"The Eyes Of A Poet"


                          "The Eyes Of A Poet" 
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"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
-  Jalaluddin Rumi

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The more sharp shovels strike, bruise and rip soil asunder,
the deeper is the well for life affirming, healing water to fill, swell and remedy all inflicted wounds.

The more sticks of a needles' honed,...

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Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken

With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own,
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and...

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Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity....

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The thing I must do’s just the thing I can’t.
It’s my artistic nature, I suppose.
Impatient, volatile and – heaven knows –
disposed to overthrow, subvert, supplant,
less drawn to things that are than those that aren’t.
A deft, exquisite ode trumps plodding prose;
four hours of labour, twenty of...

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As unshaped as water, as filthy as streets, as hard as rocks:-
The separation we create
I remember our memories, I turn in pride 
I remember the days…, how we used to pass them by
I remember the times…, when you wouldn’t talk 
And I would drive the...

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WHITE FLOWERS OF BEAUTY
Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times past, times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity.

Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name of ichthyschiro...

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Scratching the rusted face 
of the dust storm? 
to read the message.
   
             I have come very far,
             from...

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