Constants Poems - Poems about Constants

... without you pressing my nerves may I ask you 'what is this life?' intricately untangle every fibre set me down a moment can serenity be practiced unravel connections isolate and remove ......

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...I've never been in a war zone but one time I got lost on my way to wriggly field ending up in a tilted, burned-out ghetto. A cherry pulled me over for being out of place and said leave asap for i......

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...opposite my upstairs relaxation chair window-corner be a pendulum clock ...above a low shelf-cabinet and below a black and white buddhist meditation image... the pendulum keeps swinging but......

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...our daily experiences of... times change-ripples be... to observe their recycles... as echoes of all the... patterns existent in all life... form differences where-in no... two time ch......

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...our time-bubble reflections... of natures change-constants... enable us to sew our time... for for us and others real-at-tea... stan sand ......

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..._____________________________________________________________ Another day, same as the day was ..., six hours, four minutes, and......

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...C|==> Cicero's tale revives Dionysius as modern-day leaders bear the o......

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...Two solid spirit animals I have are the wolf and the deer. They get along well, apparently, for they are my constants. Wolf uplifts my confidence, assuring me I am right. Deer helps me to remain h......

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...nothing really holds us in place and I'm not sure where we go to when we rear up then some semblance of order restores, everything settles the constants continue energy j......

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...Once upon a time, there was a world, a one-derful world. Before they needed explanations that became their defining moment. Contrasts, and differences that tore them apart. Heaven and Hell are cons......

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...Leaves longing on settled limbs, tongues of green savoring sweetened rays of saffron Sun, claim this crowning hall a new day to be. Mother's morning prayers hath long begun, first, lo......

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... Tho' bore your fate 'tis artless place you lone Your girth--your hold freedoms--your claims be more Restrained your gambled trade choice place bemoan Shewn thee frankly tho' toughened be your co......

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...'Tis a parable of inseparable binary's whose snowprints melted in silent tales. Their bodies heat 'neath winter coats that hides their Sunday's best white finaries. Her pleasant h......

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...Quest be, will we exist ... 'tis hit or miss be of a lifetime. I gave no degree of my retractions that constants amiss my seeing yon desk an intimacy be measured as the worth of passages. A pond......

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...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ......

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