Development Poems - Poems about Development

I'm a baby. I move constantly. Amazingly constantly. And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard. Why? Because I'm rehearsing. I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it. I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees. I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies. I'm rehearsing for rolling. I'm rehearsing for sitting. I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers. I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids. My...

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Lunar alabaster gleams beneath the void The infant’s mind is carved in stone Neural patterns branch like frost across the barren surface Face recognition etched in marble relief The first spark of knowing Sound waves frozen into rings echo mother's silent song Small fingertip grooves map first touch sensation then the human footprints vanish, art remains...

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Ugly Orange Shutters It’s ½ past midnight when I ease my 1989 white Nissan Sentra into the long driveway of Horseshoe Rd. A decade past its prime but its engine is still strong. I’m late, but no one ever waits up. The lights are off, but the moonlight reflects an abnormal glow off the ugly orange...

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I am for change Not for the worst But for better. I am for good Good for better For excellence. I am for peace Peace that progress Best for the world. I am for best Best interest For human kind....

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It's a good feeling to see The natural voice of nature Is so soothing to hear The sounds of the birds singing It so sad because the experience Is short lived and unexpected end It's near to be lost and unseen Big building will soon arise The place will soon be full of houses Convert into subdivision and high rise No more bird's music, no...

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Bud so rich in promise nature's baby awaits the sunshine and long days of colors A kelly green world's sighing so avid for the plums and pinks in the middle of eternity in the middle of glorious summer Opening in scents of sudden surprise luscious and lovely in warm breezes new to red cardinal's old song dance with pop star the day long roaming moon silk caresss of midnight magic Born...

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CHAKRAS BOLD HE designed root red via a laugh so raucous creating world wild rumbling random rubies rolled ruling red thunderous winds whirling shimmering shocking floods Emperor Supreme spearing stimulate Mother channels birthing babes to cuddle sword sheath bloody red is my beneath ! HE designed my womb occult oracle orange oceanic openings obliging receive that...

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The Developing World Incredible scientific growth, real futuristic Development is an unstoppable progress Millions of achievements, human creativity I had a tape recorder, in the eighties, and vacuum tube and transistor television But now? Microchips drive satellites in the sky Forty years only, it is nothing in the time My mobile phone is a micro hi-fi system, a television, a post, a library, an...

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Development should be inclusive: From far flung to the urban From countryside to cityside From the least to the greatest From local to international arena It's like a road, a railway A blueprint, an organizational chart A system or a scheme that everyone passed Together hand in hand will improve, no one is left behind A leader has short and long term solution Crafting ideas...

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Standing at the brink of our new world I gaze into the majestic landscape. I see a novel synthetic fraternity Shining lights of discovery – Teetering on the edge Of a blazing dystopian inferno....

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Young self, you stumbled through on your journey to adulthood you had to confront lack of love and abandonment you're as tough as the sole of a leather boot navigating societies with strength and resilience; continued to smile wandering and wondering to seek the truth of any matter your questions never got answered; the truth was all you wanted living through...

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A dormant bud bursts into flower. A seed bursts its coat, to germinate. The sun breaks through clouds, to dawn a new day A caterpillar pupates, to emerge as a butterfly, beautiful. Metamorphosis is so engaging, reshaping and transforming, what we are, to what we can be, to what we can become, It's so becoming!...

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I Wonder How much time Has passed since I Decided to grow...

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The Sands of Time are sinking, foundation of peace quaking, Under the mountains of hatred Peace finds itself ransomed; Human greed is overflowing, thirst for Sapiens’ blood is growing; Leaders on a whim are orchestrating the wars that the nations are fighting. To help satisfy the egos of a few Whole nations suffer, as a consequence, blame games continue; Ambitions of a few lead to the the folly of many; Most wars are...

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beatific ball curious cavorting cubs ~ progressive playground (February Full Moon – Ojibwe)...

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