Idling Poems - Poems about Idling

Canada geese arrowing south, Black-op's drone's hum overhead, their silhouettes caught in the last blush of a winter sun. Old woman sweeping gray hair back into gold as she bends to a labor only her eyes remember. I am going to sell-up, take this patch of land, and farm myself out as a useless yellow hound for kids to miss every time I stupidly kill myself. The days are chained...

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in the sinews of my mind there's not much place for logic the heart rules with an iron fist and passions stirred do simmer i don't care much for chaos but these are the cards i'm dealt AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on September 27, 2022...

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"Idling" Cool cold froth slides across their pages they whirl their congratulatory comments like pucks across ice crystal cut sharp and precise waiting for return compliments basting their words with oily accomplishment slick and to strict recipe baking like fat turkeys with temperatures mild and appetites easily assuaged How does a person come to this? They think of words and throw them to the wolves like...

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Had I not in my idling neglected you; neglected morning carol; neglected evening requiem; neglected the unforeseen whimsy of words, the nitty-gritty of my most solemn soul, sooner could have been release from bondage, levee collapsing revelation, my poems. July 28, 2013 Kathryn Collins...

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Certainly you'll need time to Break out of the life of Nothing ...

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faithful to death? faithful to threats?faithful to standards nobody has met... say for one- stars collapse become blackholes where nothing escapes... beauty and blight wisdom and ignorance an infinite mass, swirling on the head of a pin- how the *ell can you discern one from the other... are you false prophetess nanny to rabid children or just a patriot to your idling god....

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