January Dizain Poems

Fear is an all-consuming fog 
Consuming shining rays of hope and light 
Eyes trapped shut in this ash-filled smog 
Voices of mania are heard at...

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It's useful to have a short attention
span, since it allows us to pause thought flow
in the gap where exhausts its suggestion,
wherein lingering in the afterglow,
in...

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Let us examine why we're discontent
with the flow of life as it so appears,
signalling we're not here and now present,
oblivious to magnetism that spears
core of...

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I once was funny, made most people smile.
Children loved me because they didn't know:
I kept them laughing, yet all of the while,
my heart was aching...

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Flowers fade; so too physical beauty,
Smiles, laughs, glamour and gorgeousness shrivel;
Wealth and health wane; so too every booty,
Bells that start pealing with birth ends with...

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I had a neighbor, who had delusion,
Of being poisoned by his kith and kin;
His wife seemed to him lively illusion,
Her delicacies he threw in waste-bin;
Sharing...

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Doves, mountain robins, starling, pond heron,
Dogs, donkeys, horses, deer, tigers splendid;
Creatures existing in alien terrain
Masterly molded; charmingly blended;
Dappled beauty is enchantment tended,
Gleaming, glowing, glazing and...

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Thinking can overtax the active mind
Thoughts flood the strata of the cerebrum,
Where’s vital information one should find
Cannot locate a fact, one feels so dumb,
Something that...

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As heart flits amidst objects of desire,
goalposts keep shifting, joy mirroring pain;
yet deluded we’re transfixed, till we tire,
whereupon cease to measure loss and gain,
opting for...

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*Image of Pearly Gates by DJ.
"The idea is to die young as late as possible," -- Mark Twain

Doomed: Drafts of the Contented

Unrestrained I thrive in...

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Sadly, we may suffer a delusion
Understanding not the thing we conceive,
While functioning under the illusion
Everything is truly as we believe.
Perceptive minds do not always perceive
That...

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Anchored in patterns, we flounder about,
trauma bonding with pain, claiming not joy,
enslaved by ego that our soul does grout,
in state of stupor, fall prey to...

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I can write some pretty darn good poems
Have a place in a collection of verse
But, sometimes, I do wallow in drivel
Writing nonsense and, undoubtedly, worse!
I...

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Before embarking upon God search quest,
distil thought flow, emptying out desire,
with no earthy agenda on our chest,
aligning with love, head and heart afire,
consigning fears to...

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White is the color of the pristine page
Awaiting words from an angry poet,
Soon defiled by inexplicable rage
Surely intentional s/he did show it,
Living forever words of...

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