Life Choka Poems

the wind blows again
     old times it blew and it stayed
you can see mountains clearly
     days we...

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see how bored we are;
we enter trance, to pass time,
conjuring ego.

ego leads us to
a dance of fear and desire,
we feel as real.

somewhere in the mists,
we...

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In an old vineyard 
When Jesus was just a lamb 
His coat eight years old 
Working with the chaste Joseph 
His father and guide 
As...

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His smile was pure gold 
when he saw her passing by. 
The wind blew softly 
and his horizon muted
like the whole world stopped, 
except his...

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snow on the mountain
dark lines and grooves visible....
love continues still
spring swiftly erupts
the mountain hidden by snow....
love breaks through the chill
unthawed snow remains
through seasons even summer....
everlasting...

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As I walk alone 
Through the thickened forest path, 
thinking to myself.
Have I done enough... 
in my life to please the Lord? 
What else can...

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When hard times rain down
on our loved ones; when trials
need to be endured-
they seem to come all at once.
Wouldn’t you agree?
I’d say this year I’ve...

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Weaving a web, light
Falling in shafts of weightless
Ingenuity
Laughing like stardust
Reflecting silent moments
Does it catch the fly?
Gloating in colors
Hues of delicate sunlight,
Risking graceful rays,
Will she catch...

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Nagging ~ recurring,
Conjecture of truth or lies,
Man deaf to it all,
just wants a nice quiet life.

Success ~ happy life,
nagging makes it a failure,
Depressed with failure,
nagging...

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Where have the days gone?
Like feathers, they fly away
in the breeze of life.

Fragile, wispy thoughts
we gather in, one by one-
stroked with loving care.

Do they fly...

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Our earth life vessel 
assumes an identity
for our brief sojourn,
helping us to navigate 
treacherous terrain,
choppy seas on moonless nights,
for which we’re thankful,
whilst at all times...

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VESSEL SANK

           Sea wasn't turbulent.
          ...

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pages of a book
printed, written in all fonts
characters, small or bold, tweet
stories of the world 
sketches, images of sorts
facades of all, not cajoles

phases of a...

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In winter's cold grip
In the land of the Angles
The Good Christians came
Against their will to a trial
In a grand city
Called the Ford of the Oxen
Good...

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A new peaceful day
                     ...

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