Controllable Poems - Poems about Controllable

...One foot in front of the other, Listening to the Mother. Rumbling and tumbling, Through the water. And thought about, The path it sought. Since it began, A trickle in the sand. ......

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...My intellect is what helps me. I can jump into the purely rational space and deal.  But it's very lonely.  I lived like that for years at a time.  And, we sometimes love an idealized version ......

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...They past is another country But as life moves on It’s good sometimes to recall Once good times long gone. I called her my Pretty Flamingo, The current Manfred Mann song, Straight and slim and ......

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...Steer the reins of what's within your grasp, Decipher with clarity, thoughts amassed, A cognitive shift, profound and vast, Transformation blooms, the die is cast. Anxieties and stresses fade f......

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...Nick's sword of mischief is ready, The thrusts to be ever steady For those he is sure are heady, Now controllable, soon an eddy... Nick's challengers need steely sword, Until they accept a Mad......

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...The absent minded, the fools, the liars Filtering all things of what we're fed Tortured without sense behind desks conspired Checks are bouncing off the chest of the dead ......

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...Mr Alpha and Master Beta here to put you in your place after all they know much better than you with your stupid face Too much time on their hands noting you and your ability challenge ......

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...It was their own way of shedding blood: Their backs turning to a surging flood, Until it warranted the Ark of Noah Or left survivors a preventable fewer … To rain-boots sticking, publishing no fe......

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...Aware of my attention to her as well as my proximate presence, she went on in a steadily refined rhythm, neither upset nor uplifted, holding my slick sight at reducible ductility and scotching its sn......

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...Great moments in childhood THE PLAYGROUND. Responsible for bumps, bruises, broken bones busted egos Redeemed by spontaneous acts of wisdom retaliation, retribution and mercy. THE “JUNGLE ......

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...We carry the past with us We frantically try to predict the upcoming years Our minds are vociferously occupied Filled with delusional neurotic fear To detach from our emotions Modern man might......

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...We relate to God with surface depth... thus remaining profoundly distant from the unlimited breadth and scope of spirit... when wrongly considering, we confound immortal, never sleeping, ......

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...When I was 4 1/2 years old, as abrupt as a spanking, my once reliable mother brought home a hospital surprise with an alien face and a blood-darkened eerie belly clip that was to suddenly......

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...Control the controllable Discernment well defined A profound cognitive shift Radical transformation – it’s all in the mind Stress - anxiety The fear of the unknown The weight of the emotions ......

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...She is aware of distance, a distance that replaces smooth with wrinkle, that adds weight to where it once fell away, a distance as controllable as a storm, as time itself. It feels likes a rope......

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