Long Ponderance Poems

We are the days that we’ve become. 
moments dripping gifted from
the lounging clocks in rolling melted sightings, 
given by the gifted madness of a soulmate’s fightings. 

Our lives wrapped up in phrases coined
in books like,...

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I recall my having saved something:  A special sized box … a uniquely colored rubber band … an old, old hat … or a million sundry other things, thinking that sometime in the future...

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"Line of inquiry: given that we are a soul having a human experience, reincarnating life after life and that too with memory of past lives erased each time we take birth, what is the purpose...

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One autumn's morning I headed outside for a walk
The road was long and the day
Within the comforts of tantalizing tease
I, myself was settled within my mind
Taking in the day, the beauty
Even the mechanics of all...

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A fundraiser moment got lit up underneath
I beseach thee, mercy me
Throughout my life, through all my strife
I will shelter thee! My innermost me!
A fundraiser moment got lit up underneath
I beseach thee, mercy me
The yearning of...

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~ ... Peace is the simple ponderance, and is as well the one 
tender desire of the broken, and is the one sweet emotion 
awaiting the humbled soul that has been made certain, and 
is...

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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”


The...

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“Please.” 
A befitting word for filling up the blanks. Today is a blessing so far, with bright sunlight and a moment of efforts perhaps could gather you with a butterfly wandering around on the grass,...

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What did you see then? In how many ways?
A ludicrous and Plain, placid remembrance
About tea cups, tea spoons, sugar cubes…

A close pattern not to be seen for too many a times
A perfect assumption to be...

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As I thought about life today
I pondered on my past
The roads been full of twists and turns
Yet travels by so fast

Did I follow every dream. I sought
Long enough to know
Some exits that I should have...

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out of sorts like something's missing
seems everything in life is preordained
vaguely sense today's unfilled blessing
maybe that's why life feels estranged

once, not enough, maybe all that we get
to glean from fields, our fruit and wheat
satiate our...

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O sweet lamb of God,
giver and Ruler of my life.
In whose steps I would trod.
Whose mercy to forgive is rife.

You are with me every day.
In all my thoughts and indecision,
guiding as a light the way,
of...

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The pages grow thick and fluffed
  music flow touched in the rough;
a thousand poems maybe more of heart, soul and mind,
  the ability to visualize life as kind.
  accumulate along this fjording...

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If I write a poem that doesn't quite meet your criteria,
or the title or topic fails to peek your interest or your liking,
or the content doesn't flow in your preferred display and meter,
does that make...

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In innocence borne, a slave to none, the apple of the father’s eye.
Yet my father was not there, too sullied since birth, soiled by worldly lies,
Physically mature, yet inwardly still boyish soul.
 Fear? Cowardice? paralysed...

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I
San Clemente is always a nice place and tonight, she was something different.
wound up by a creator’s hands to such beauty around how could one be indifferent? 
I vividly remember how beautiful the full moon...

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Mid-summer dreams slip into the heat
 a hazy day, wind streams blow branch and leaf,
    humidity thick and heavy in the air,
    the July sun beating between the clouds...

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Whom does God favor in the web?
The spider, or the fly?
My ponderance does flow and ebb
deciding which deserves to die.

Love has taught us we must respect
every living thing.
So which does His great love effect,
is discomfited...

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There is nothing on my mind,
 no deep ponderance or pensive thought
 that consumes or occupies attention;
just random idealizations
 of the sun, the shade, the skies, 
 the changing of the seasons
when for a moment's...

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an enigma of adulation
captured before release
dressed down desert sand
paraded, in once forgotten land
 
makeup off of the monkey
and rising moonbeams put aside
 
eyes daring, dying only to see
out past the distance
where the water runs so...

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The ceiling fan orbiting, on and on
reminded after many spectacular nights,though,not this. 
Pulchritude perhaps begins before Paul care.

The window pen hardly opened these days.
reminded me, that I, will need to see before eyes gaze anymore.
Ponderance,...

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