Long Bethink Poems

Dynamic reef flexion within the restless Earth

Continental drift spelled birth
once spelled Pangaea, 
in early geologic time,
a supercontinent that incorporated 
almost all the landmasses on Earth.

While rifling through mine 
treasure trove of poems,
yours truly chanced upon...

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Butter Girl
Hey butter girl! You’re barmy in here there.
By that; in my pretty, little brown-heart;
Black boy’s heart. Or brown if you will!

Succumbed by taunting heat, how come you’re taunt ?
If you could do as much...

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Dynamic Re: Flexion Within The Restless Earth

Blame Neptune for unleashing
     Indonesian tragic phenomena
     just by his innocent wink
merely intended by regular
     casual reminder
...

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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers

of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North...

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Yesterday, in the meadows with comrades, dewy cloverleaves I nibbled,
Kneaded with hoofs, as galloped in euphoria hither and thither,
In a free, safe, and worthy world of utopia, my life flew off,
With companions gobbling cloverleaves and...

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Whether you like it or not, I am a part of you
Admit it or not, I will always be a part of you.
Soon, time will pass and maybe this won't last
We will continue to live...

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ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

I heard that somewhere in India they say ‘stone paper scissor’
And my bible says they stoned James to death, 
I am hoping I am not to be stoned, for what I would say
And...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thinking’s challenge is to weigh,
 all of one’s life substance;
 quandary thus, illogical fuss,
 which blinds the mind's acutance;
 adscititiously into thoughts bleed,
 vitiated indurate boastance;
 corrumpable sequella fortuity,
 each thought, is truth’s...

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Here comes the novice poet.
With [ Edna St. Vincent Millay and Elizabeth Barret Browning ]
He will remember what they say, and then will always Know it.
[ “ I will permit my memory to recall “...

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Here comes the novice poet.
With [ Edna St. Vincent Millay and Elizabeth Barret Browning ]
He will remember what they say, and then will always Know it.
[ “ I will permit my memory to recall “...

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Raise an anthem to them
Who shouts Mumbai Mumbai
Those in the first flush of life
Mother Indian's pride,
With all of its ache and gain;
Of its viles and sublimes.


Bombay Bombay
Every young Indian, of you bethink,
To take the pains...

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T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you left me with long tears,
As you flew to a place not near,
None of my cries you again hear.
My loneliness follows the hearse,
Your long loud silence made it worse,
You now...

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Oh, notion of home, when did you leave me?
I distantly bethink the comfort of your refuge,
Though, wonder; was I ever free?
Was I ever yours to rescue?

Great plains of the world are you not all mine?
Is...

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Mornings of mystic enchantment inspired by a jestful warden invigorates the soul,
While a distant mew over yonder at where enlightenment disperses forms into a mould.
Who can say what is lustrous white embroiders to caliginous blue?
For...

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What is this lodging and people strangeth
Yond walketh but never see
Looking as the screen doest changeth
Laughing with mirth and glee

And roaring beasts runneth up the roads
Like dragons with hurtling and smoke
Gigantic monsters with heavy loads
May...

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Meghalaya! How I bethink thee
To groweth and developeth 'longside thy company;
Thy past gl'rious days we're heavily chain'd
By the f'reign'rs, putting thee in pain,
Thy wealth and happiness we're taken hence
Putting thy people in w'rries'
Years and years...

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Glistening in the incandescent sun,
An exuberant faction overjoyed with triumph.
A glorious acquisition has been achieved.
Engraved for eyes of future generations,
A plinth to wield the accomplishment.
Auriferous is the main depiction,
A chalice too valuable for drinking.

Sheathed with...

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Quotidian
(commonplace or ordinary)
Written: by Miracle man
October 19, 2020

I say this not intending to sound like some old cliché,
but most things are quotidian that lurk in my day.
I’ve never shown much interest in the latest scuttlebutt,
my...

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