Contemplating Poems

Contemplating life after listening to the radio

Contemplating life after listening to the radio late at night...
(a found poem)

Do you suppose thunder island 
is in the middle of fire lake?
(I can still hear your voice from across the bay)
Which of us made the first mistake?
I have no time left now to go searching
for maybes without answers.
(I did not find those wings or

CONTEMPLATING

I'm standing 
In a line
Patiently waiting 
For my turn or time
Standing in the lane of success.

I keep wondering 
So many had made it
Why is mine staying longer 
Sometimes I admit 
Maybe mine is bigger 
Or it will never come to my time or turn.

I keep racing for it
So many times 
I work and prayed 
But

Contemplating the Great Beyond

     There are those who squirm
        at the sight of the urn

     Others can’t mask it
        sobbing over a casket

     As for myself, I’m like the elf ~
 

I'm Deeply Contemplating Myself

I had faith, 
I had faith, 
But later I realized 
That all my ideas were wrong.

I had change,
I had change,
But my habits keep coming back
And want to hold me back once more.

I have friends,
I have friends,
But when I have troubles
Seldom I can see them support.

I have love,
I have love,
But I have not found love
In reciprocation

Contemplating paradise

glorifying days gone by
meanwhile wasting time
i’ve got nothing more than an alibi
to make sense of this paradigm

i’m betting on a future paradise
where starry moonlit nights entice
and sunshine saves the day
while guileless children play



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contemplating poetic mission

like the full moon
seeking fulfillment
there i hung
dangling in space—
half empty—half full…
 
gradually
the tell-tale linking
of the gibbous moment
of truth’s awareness
came in the still of night…
 
then i realized
fulfillment is preceded
by life’s crucifixion
fulfilling resurrection:
 
it’s the emptiness
of life’s cross
that brings fulfillment…
 
once again i ink crosses
of words and pray
they empty themselves
and become
ascensions to the minds
of blessed children
anointing

contemplation

I often find myself weighting pros and cons
Should I stay? Should I leave?
If this life truly is so devoid of happiness,
If death truly is the absence of responsibilities,
Should I leave? Should I stay?
If I truly love my family and friends,
If I truly love the idea of freedom,
Should I leave? Should I jump?

Contemplating

predicting the unpredictable, if it meant to be it will
be, there are shadows, that keep spying on my
behind, I look but sound and dusts are at display,
wonder who left what where, check my back, no
threats lingers but this discomforts my focus, keep
gazing but it seem hopeless. 

This discomfort diss my curiosity, stream of questions, who?

Contemplating thus

“Pure hearts take from God permission ~
To feel in heart, bliss ignition”
~ quote by poet


We know yet deny, each breath’s new
It’s a gift from God, we abuse
For we follow not, our heart’s muse

Where’s our childlike heart, pure like dew
When we were born, our soul was pure
Why then now are our steps unsure

Trapped in form, we’re

Contemplating Sunflowers after Death

Sunflowers like smiling balloons,
round and robust, sounds
of the stem bobbing like a string
tied not to the past but to the soons.

Lost before noon, the duct
let out one final tear. Now
she is nearer to God than me.
Like a sheepdog, I guard my Dad.

Sunflowers, weaved into a frame,
deluded in happiness while we pass.
Petals pull at the heart,

Contemplating thus

Where lies the fulcrum of a sneeze
Or for that matter, flow of breath
And joy graced by love’s healing meth

Who’s most enlivened by the breeze
Is it the skin, mind or the heart
As bliss is added to soul’s cart

When will we wake up and unfreeze
Free from clutches of our ego
By simply choosing to forgo

How may our cravings

CONTEMPLATING YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND TOMORROW

		
CONTEMPLATING YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW   

Sitting here in deep thoughtful energy,
Things are not where they ought to be
In reflections on our lack of equanimity
In today’s USA Law and Order mentality:- 

“Damn if I do…damn if I don’t”, has now become
An Oppressor Syndrome stagnation pandemic,
Leaving us wallowing in abject apathetic dismay;
Unaware that making change

Contemplating Civilization

Contemplating Civilization
Roger White 
 Civilization is the skin that covers the body of mankind.
It warms man when he is sanguine; enlightens man when he is melancholic.
When torn by conflict, Civilization bleeds.  
As mankind recovers from disaster, Civilization heals.
Its complexion bears the scars of rivalry and mortal struggle.  
Dissension does not wrinkle it, discord

Contemplating a Slug

     Stopping to contemplate a slug
       I marveled at this taciturn bug

     Designed to live underground
       occasionally it is found 

     making its way ‘long a crosswalk
    

Contemplating Snow on the First Day of March

The falling snow is lovely 
some place else!

I will dance in the snow 
like an old woman
finding her second childhood.

The snow flakes 
are as big and heavy as half-dollars 
moments before turning
into raindrops.

Schizophrenic clouds 
can't decide weather to drop snow
or cry rain.

warm wind
snow angels
fly away 

The first day of spring
seems as far away as you.

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