Happenings Poems - Poems about Happenings

Words activate something in me even if I’m just thinking, not writing. So I soon find myself back at the keyboard. It seems that my life’s been a series of keyboards. My motor’s always running—I idle fast. But I’ve been untying my intellectual shoe-strings recently. Dissociatively avoiding intellective pursuits, and embracing entropy (since school ended). It’s been relaxing—I’ve felt new to my body. There’ve...

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Dawn files gather here Meeting notes and plans unfold Like spring's first petals Through corridors decisions Flow swiftly as mountain streams flow CSR dreams take shape Schools transform day after day Future's seeds now bloom Virtual bridges span distances While screens light paths forward now ICMR tools bloom Mental frameworks rise like dawn Knowledge seeds take root NIMHANS data flows deep now While wisdom pools grow stronger Research webinars Light up...

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afternoon says bye night announces its arrival roses sway on branch...

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Since my partner passed away, Life has not been good, Maybe it's my state of mind, To be misunderstood. But many situations would be simply understood, It's when you know it's where abouts, What's the likelihood. So many of my items have moved from where they were, A lack of concentration, Or a sneaky saboteur. I don't find...

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medium of necessities in the compass of instinct by the contemplative reminescence of coincidence a stimulating force of a solitary sound of an intelligible ...

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HAPPENINGS Sometimes happens whereas wherewithall; As is somethings matter; HAPPENINGS Matters naught; Sorrow distance falling up in tall; HAPPENINGS 12/18/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023...

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This year first snowfall of the season starts to cover the ground Gently being released from the sky above barely making a sound The morning commute sure to be a motorist plight Having to dodge vehicles spinning out of control is not a pretty sight Arriving at work stepping into the frigid morning air Greeted with a barrage of snowballs...

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HAPPENINGS a time of  turbulencee great moments sparkle  reflect &display highlighted in the idealised images of depicted  realities  underpinning a layer  of history in the  spectacular &apocalyptic  emerging as the thrilling  allowed art  to explore in more spontaneous ways  to capture the volatility of a fleeting  moment  by inspiring & responding to  the immediate sensation...

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I thank you for revealing life’s art, For letting me taste its every part, In pains, joys, words unkind or sweet, You shaped me whole, made me complete. Stronger now, forged by your embrace, Wounds and scars adorn with grace, Etched like art on canvas, body and soul, Each story they tell, making me whole. Those scars, in sorrow’s shadow born, Became my drive,...

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If really getting high, is just your thing….. Just get some white powder at the West Wing. I mean, after all,why the heck not? And one granddaughter of the POTUS may not come in? Is disavowed his name as...

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I study the backyard song birds watch them come and go. The birds are a happenstance, they flicker in and out, die and return but they themselves stay the same. I sip my tea silently My father used to slurp tea from a saucer; we were poor enough to be easy going. People in these apartments live cheek to cheek. The flush of a toilet...

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Forty days of joy the Resurrected Jesus this body He did deploy to walk to greet ...

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One has no more fuel left in tank, One more dare not give army tank, With little air in tyres Bravado of West tires, Cracks seem to show in NATO rank. _______________________________________ Happenings |21.01.2023| limerick, humour Poet’s note: New Zealand’s prime minister Jacinda Ardern has announced her resignation: ‘I’ve no more fuel in the tank’, she says. Germany, worried of...

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yon moon yawns hushed secrets whispered by stars shhh...

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Awesome armies the kings very own We came here despite singing over burgles Dustmen under contract Lilies lay bleeding in black bags We are still whistling Chickens languishing in street Actresses older than thought give commandeering comedies Tis the talk of the town cuckold husbands straddling the saddle of despair...

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