Inspirational Culture Poems

On My Journey To Find Me

Soulful eyes, Rich with stories untold
A heritage of strength and a heart of gold
Late 30’s
A prime of life’s unfold
A decade...

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Life is binary: 
One is alive
Zero is dead 
Or the other way around for some
Love is binary:  
One is love
Zero is everything else
There is...

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Route, pronounced either ROOT or ROWT, is pronounced ROWT in this poem.
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Jesus came down and lived with us, he felt our pain.
He shared his love...

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The decor of laces,
And fragrance of lavenders,
In the land of Georgia,
With attire of antiques,

The melody of wind chimes,
Echoing in harmony with grand piano,
Like heaven is...

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they made shreres with holes through the center
and painted symbols of wheat on them
and made large doll like figures
with wig like hair
that were used to...

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We have come into this epic time
for survivors of dispassion
to age into sacred communion
we can all share,
monotheist
and atheist
and pantheist
and all non-anthrosupremacists
in-between leftbrain 
snarky opinion leaders
and...

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Red Gems


A middle-aged man in an old wheelchair
moves slowly and with determination.

On a crowded street filled with happy tourists’ feet
his arms look as if
they’d finished...

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Weekend in the countryside,
a way from the noise to hide.
Somewhere to breath the air,
I'm glad I was there.

In the middle of the night
with the silence,...

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I can smell a sweet aroma coming from the kitchen; the fresh ripe smell of cocoa beans stirring in the pot and Italian caffe latte...

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I wish somebody would've told me, 
She is my only  love Dosage, 
At this old Age, 
The only person who can give a good Massage...

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Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture, 
Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture;
With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica,
Found its...

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After years of the inner demon battle. 
Being told to fit in and just be a cattle. 
Takes its toll and boredom gets stale. 
Knowing...

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Just like a germinating node,
so are the childishly preened pudenda load.
Ecstasy in fluffs of dew are bestowed
as croissants for neonate are getting bold.
 
Silky gazelle...

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I Drove my Bugatti,
to my Buddy's "G's party.
I didn't know many there,
at my Buddy "G's party.

Poet's day Trader's,
The Movers and Shakers.
Some Star Movie Makers,
The Cruisers...

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By branches of the Tanabata,
to the waters of the Trevi,
on the wall of the Virgin,
or in stars of the sky,
I will wish for thee,
in purest...

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