Junctures Poems - Poems about Junctures

...Weaving Work I In contemplation I remember this often Such a strange dream. ......Read the rest...

...Forgotten memories of childhood resurrect, Layers of colorful events get, together, decked. Adamant screaming continues till I got them, They burst, oft, midway though each seemed a precious gem........Read the rest...

...NOT A BALLPOINT TO SLEEP: I dare blame them for any detriment, As I care more to rubbish these bait flip men. So simple having their downfall predistined, Can sense struggles thrown from their ......Read the rest...

...*Image of A Universal Star by Private Stock. A Penitent Soliloquy It is in junctures like these that I encounter myself traversing a meadow of spring colors just yon the lea wher......Read the rest...

...When that mind of yours a vicious censor screams “you can’t,“ every time you even vaguely contemplate some new adventure or perhaps that dream encounter, you’ve been promising yourself and those y......Read the rest...

...Your Bestiality seems to Become a reality Fingertips....wet lips I love it when you lick Honey-dipped skin I can do nothing But comply to your Every whim and appetite Ohhhh...I love the w......Read the rest...

...Midst happenings’ adventures Beyond happiness-overtures My soul, wrapped with joyousness* Exalts God’s redemption’s preciousness. Against sin-guilt tortures Surpassing sorrow’s despair......Read the rest...

...It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars A rainforest’s undergrowth thrives in the mist......Read the rest...

...The mind sees what the heart believes; therefore, the heart is our eye and eyes windows too often to hollow heads. We feel light more than allow it to clarify— a cloud of emotions true Da......Read the rest...

...A system that pushes, The boundary of memory, Left me feeling useless, With a future of drudgery, Started off confused, Not knowing a direct path, Defeated and abused, Sorted in the rough, ......Read the rest...

...From buckwheat bloom to goldcup flower, From my sill of shade, to your wealthy dower, The junctures, the times, we came upon together. Now these goldcups, finally had color. Transpiring your ......Read the rest...

...We walk freely and are given chances to take. Chances are a gift to relive what we wish to try once more. If there is quiet to the madness then there is opportunity to the helpless. Finding......Read the rest...

...And so, life's race faithfully run, you each passed the baton to us with one soft, final breath. Your lives were established in the steadfast, consistent use of time and energy. Faithful years of j......Read the rest...

...Hi Michael: You might have been too young to remember, but there is a certain line that Grandma use to say to any of us who was sent to the store. At the time, I never determined the complete mea......Read the rest...

...What Kind of People Are We In a Shakespearean sense of tragedy and doubt the well-used “To Be or Not To Be” from Hamlet is not the question I shall discuss in this narrative. Rather, I shall con......Read the rest...