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"The Pages"

Missing all those years
like a page you could turn, 
a book you could throw casually aside, 
to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries;
at...

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“As you live deeper in the heart,
the mirror gets clearer and cleaner” ~ Rumi


what does it mean to live in the heart
the centre wherefrom soft...

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What do I have?
TIME opened
Immortality I’m told…
Certainty for myself I’m supposed to exist
A shell-shocked, indignantly recovering physical fortitude notable in stride
Unused, rusty eclectic volumes of...

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In the evening coolness where the sprawling maple tree sighs,
Admired in strength and beauty, on innovations, our world relies.

My pairing seeds helicoptered, carried on Nature's...

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Reflections on the important things in my legacy, history, and values appear with me were always reading books since I was 5 or six years...

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I am an ant,
I am the gentle pitter-patter on the Earth,
The black dots that trail on your floor,
And that little heartbeat.

I am a cargo ship...

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Written 20 February 2024
I AM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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Thomas Hood said he recalled the house where he was born
He would not recognise it now, its structure is long gone
But as for me, and...

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Here am I sitting all alone,
not knowing what is next,
or what may happen to me along this path.
No one cares about me anymore,
it seems to...

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Chaos

Is empty and full

May seem as

Unconditional love..



Chaos 

Is empty fullness

Which appears as

Order..

A creation story...



I am

Is the appearance

Of order 

In and as chaos...



Sensitive dependance 

On initial...

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Walking on

A linear path

Seems the lot

Of most of us..

It seems sensible 

Secure and is 

Consensus..

This path continues

Despite an

Occasional

Intuitive slump

About something

Called home..yet

It is as it is

And...

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Under the ablazed ashes of my burnt hope
Over the lifeless corpse of my freshly died dream
Above the ninth sky's dark blue pasture of gazing...

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I feel so sad to be a child of my home 
It sounds ungrateful when moaning on a throne 
but I reallly am trapped in...

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I create the words… an orchestry of thought as written down.
A reader’s paradise… dancing to the words without a sound.

To be a poet… words are...

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I am a
fat Christmas tree.
With tinsel, I sparkle by 
the fire filling hearth and home with 
yuletide cheer providing precious memories 
throughout many a year....

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