Locus Poems - Poems about Locus

Your life is poetry— whether words make it on a page, a screen, an ear, whether messages or moments meet the light of dawn, parturition processed sourced from the dusk of fears and hopes. You are ebbs you are flows— you are metaphors blooming till they grow feeble crinkling into fallen flowers, meeting...

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Bliss fixates our attention upon formless awareness, that in timeless time we see, light of our true Self....

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Art is the kingly snow-cap on learning's height; It forms as great minds enter saturation range. It's a crowning beam that shines to truly show, That the lettered brain has finally come of age. Artistic flair is the finest of divine human skills. It's the life-giving power in the Creator's mouth That formed solid originals from old airy chills, Naming in...

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Lilac’s Locus Clouds in contrast, as night fades... Hidden in the shadow-dark, underfoot - astride the windblown crinkle-leaf of a season ago, a violaceous crocus begins to dream of the end of the dream- time and the skybowl (soon!) of light. Cut through the indigo, a black-fletched line; one single goose. Now two....

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Focus, the master key that unlocks Stoutly locked doors to your future Feeds on discipline that blocks Distractions and fractious fractions in your culture. Focus, the gismo that breaks Deadlocks and tames dreadlocks In your environment where reckless wrecks Catalyse red herrings teeming with simplistic spokes. Focus, the catalysis that fires up your determination To soldier on in spite of red herrings Threatening to...

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Once when wandering deep in space I chanced on an idyllic place that seemed too wondrous to exist… At night with moonlight it was kissed as though with glowing beams of love. By day a star shone from above while crystal waters danced in streams. Was this a fairyland of dreams? The skies of lapis lazuli were truly beauteous to see. Forests, meadows emerald green lent...

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Two activities I love have a similarity, To experience and conjecture in verse, And to explore limits of certainty. Rhyme and meter, whether wordy or terse, Enact seeing freshly, banning banality. Math proofs are finding a needle in a hay source, Needing imagination to reach finality. Many school veterans curse, “Algebra is not daily reality!” “Trigonometry makes life worse!” But poetry and math have...

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Through the streets i followed Not believing my eyes Three carrying crosses Only two of them cried We reached a place Called the hill of the skull Golgotha " Calvariae Locus " Calvary hill Three holes in the soil Were awaiting their fate One for above And two for hells gate Bloodied and nailed Impaled on natures wood To quiet a faith This is all they could Their efforts were...

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I would like to thank you for your visit. I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication. I believe we poets, can make a difference in this world. We live in the 21st century, we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination. We just don't have the courage, because I guess most are afraid to...

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