In the Canopy of Filtering Light
“Light pervades us. It wants to embrace us. Gloom is its barricade.”
- Quote_by poet
In the hope of this light I walk,
I'm not held by the night of yesterday,
Neither am I saddled by the tempest
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Categories:
filtering, light, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse
Brain Filtering
This reality is not one dream world
but a collaboration of all our choices.
Multi-layered it is,
but it is not as infinity plural
as the actual spiritual cosmos.
A dog walks into a bar
one full of hard drinking squirrels
It's a Sports Bar
kangaroos are playing baseball.
This is nothing but the truth
filtered through a billion individual perceptions.
Eventually it gets sieved through
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Categories:
filtering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Filtering Through
I had friends once
they are all gathering dust now
in empty rooms.
I had a mother
I keep thinking about her now,
now that I realize I never really knew her.
A poet is a filter,
a sieve for all the gone astray parts of a life,
a dissection room for wayward realities.
It would have been nice to have loved more
hated more,
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Categories:
filtering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Filtering Through
I had friends once
they are all gathering dust now
in empty rooms.
I had a mother
I keep thinking about her now,
now that I realize I never really knew her.
A poet is a filter,
a sieve for all the gone astray parts of a life,
a dissection room for wayward realities.
It would have been nice to have loved more
hated more,
...
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Categories:
filtering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Filtering of the Light
The beautiful
monarch butterfly
reminds me of a stained glass
depiction of Jesus
high above me
on a cathedral wall
made blurry by the height
and my imagination.
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Categories:
filtering, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Filtering the Gene Pool
I
am
starting
to think that
about half of the
populus SHOULD be
urged to run with scissors
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Categories:
filtering, hyperbole,
Form: Shape
Filtering
The drudgery of chores keeps me busy,
unable to unwind even just for a day;
It’s usually a whirlwind of obligation,
to stay home and do household chores.
With my parents and grannies long gone,
I’m left to organize my schedule this time,
it’s a question of priority that ought to be done;
at least once a week or to do it
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Categories:
filtering, hope, me,
Form: Narrative