Folding Poems - Poems about Folding

If Not For morning would be just morning the sun would hide behind clouds stillness would be without meaning the road would lead to nowhere the skies would be without promise my life an empty page ...

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far beyond cold light window edge flirt and flutter wild lashes of winter wink wandering flakes soundlessly sow layers of lazy shadows, dust over cool contour conceal autumn rust gentle narcissus and nasturtium snare brooding violet and valerian holy nocturnal vow consume hungry dog star silence wait and whispers ‘til gently cries up and through to lowly beam pane of glass strike, and with...

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It's been a long time coming My heart swells with the need to change But I can't do that I just need to carve out pockets Little places where I exist And am seen I am more than A someone Who can be judged on Whether I replaced an item That we ran out of That doesn't define me I pat myself down To see what...

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I sure do wish I could fold space, and quickly slip from place to place like bending pages of a map, and thus eliminate the gap, connect a destination’s source, arriving right on time, of course. But if I tried that with a pad, I’d snap the glass; that would be bad! Perhaps an app with drag and drop from where you are to...

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On that day or night I will lay myself down somewhere between the folding of the light. Gone will be all thoughts of metaphoric butterfly or phoenix, nor any luminous tunnel. I will not be better or worse than I am now. Just this, mind will commence to paint itself with a far finer brush....

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The preacher expounded on 2 Timothy 4:18 "The LORD will protect you from all evil" As I sat on my couch contemplating clean socks I recalled how I'd seen mothers fold laundry. Calmly; O how calmly did they work at this simplest of chores And I began to imitate some of their work and serenity As I straightened each sock, then...

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One day or night I will lay in the dark folding of the light. One cool breath will be lilting inside the hollow of my corpse, another breath will be warming one drop of nectar. Gone will be all thoughts of butterfly or phoenix, nor any luminous tunnel. I will not be better or worse than I am now. Just this, Mind will then be painting itself...

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I My wife folds the towels. She is the correct folder as opposed to me. II I have learned many ways of folding towels poorly over porous years. III The other...

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napkin holder... what an ...

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Six months after my Mother decided to move out of the house, which only she and I shared. Had not surprisingly been swept on a messy path during preceding time. In nondescript depot, Northern suburbs of Adelaide We met while...

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folding wishes origami whispers posted on March 8, 2019...

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Folding chairs Folding sheets...napkins and self Tuck the ruffled edges...the creases the bound corners deep Hide them in the formation of perfect squares and Straightforward lines Slowly..carefully smooth out the visable top layers till like a smooth as glass sea on a pale October morning All remants and reminders of froth ...foam and fury are forgotten in the haze and daze of molten light reflecting...

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Amend them errant, wavy ways, put a cease crease in those idol traditions Don’t give servile salutes to the droopy god of billowy doctrines What price will be paid for giving homage to carnage superstitions? Acquiescence of pagan silence ... wrapped cloth around the pursed mouth Complicity bandits are making solemn, stolen moments oaths in the pulmonary pulse inner sanctum Sworn statements of allegiance are wavy...

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One foot here and the other there Celestial light shines down on the folding fan channeling the wind from North to East, to South, and lastly West Cherry blossom petals slowly rain and scarlet petals of dying flowers join the westward winds Another step here and another there This folding fan will guide the way on the path of faith, patience, wisdom, humility, and elegance in...

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Folding Flowers While Ironing Rocks in The Dark I load the washing machine up with my dirty wishes Found myself lost and broken in the kicthen All the writing on the bathroom stalls Surpasses the shoppers at the malls And why must I write about you at all You come before me and you think it a lark ...

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