Long Woolgathering Poems

Am I fitful,
fluctuating, fluid? 
thin compass waver
as I jubilantly weave
lilac tree vignettes 
that weep or chortle,
rainbow figment curtain
rashly wished upon
in grain smudge zephyr
garnet sand raw vehicle 
garden common opal 
transit sidestep
to a multiverse 
of sappy...

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A beep!! Message inbox queued
Bring around his sleepy-eyes 
The night prowler came alive.
Last night’s morning sayonara smack
Later left with unrequited calls.

Message through network by amorist, said,
‘Hoped if u were here beside,
I wud have rest my...

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On lazy uneventful afternoons
     I sometimes venture into the quiet haven
        that is my occupied mind as if a voice 
   ...

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I’ve fallen in love multiple times.
and I’ll fall in love again.

When the stranger plodding around the terrace,
woolgathering much like me
below a sky that dipped itself in a teasing pink,
cast a smile at me,
her eyes glimmering...

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*Image of Loving One More by NS.

A Second Please

Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions...

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“BEFORE THE NIGHTMARES DREAMS" 

ambitions pleasant 
calm, little angels dreams stand 
beyond rainbows realms

dreams pleasurable 
calm, fallen angels strong stands 
before the rainbows

nightmares gather wool
future creeps demons flee run 
turns into nightmares

gathering daydreams
a bad, future...

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No windows in my small house where the birds had been made of faint shadow and the rivers are laughing with tears. Our windy December has destroyed everything even my soul so I am now...

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the keeper of the lighthouse 
                     that sits above a cliff
enjoys taking in innumerable magnificent...

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Recently, when I was bored, 
I meditated upon boredom,
Over a cup of tea.
And three instances crossed my mind.

In the classroom:
Once, as a student, I was bored 
And dozed off;
Woke up with a start
When the drone...

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Autumns bring thoughts of the end of things
Rambling musings to be sure, of course
But thoughts nonetheless with their own force
As nature erases the gain of Springs

I seem to be reminded each Fall
That all things that...

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i draw a lingering breath,
what is that I hear?
as I contemplate this year,
the coming of death.

“Thirty days hath September”
the leaves chant in brown
autumn arrives, falling down.
And we remember…

our own breakdowns once again -
chills we don't...

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Image of Moon Clouds Air provided by Pixabay.

*Selenophila

Ballet of calm swans glissades, silhouette
placed culled singles tryst, pond sides by vast knoll,
balters few burbled matches. Grasped sunset
whilst espy eyes pry, as through a peephole,
faint lights pair,...

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As the time of long light gathers dark and draws near
Frosty days appear to host falling leaves and rainbow showers
I sit adrift dreaming while I wile away the grey hours
Or reading a book left behind...

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To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream

Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me

Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness...

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Leaves chant in brown, "Thirty days hath November, too." 
What is that I hear? I draw a lingering breath,
as I contemplate this year, the outwash of death.
Autumn has arrived. And I remember anew...

We grasshoppers rest,...

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A silver moon arrives to bathe me with her moonlight 
sending me into a dream state of beauty and respire 
With feet of  feather weight I never touch the ground
as I gaze at the...

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My sleep is disrupted, badgered
by incessant wordplay,
a thesaurus of woolgathering
in semi-conscious dreams.
I keep a voice recorder,
bedside, to record the tidbit morsels
Lest they're forgotten
when I awaken and make bread
from the crumbs dropped
on my passage through the...

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Woolgathering
In the last hour of morning;
Far removed
From all the maddening hustle
And bustle of the day.
He's in a quiet place
Traveling
On his mind's time machine.
In comfortable supine repose
Gazing
At the roof of the sky.
A torrent of thoughts
Glide in...

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The  days lose their length
The trees turn to gold
In comes the cold
That is Autumns strength

Fruit still abundant
The evening still warm
The winds start to calm
Calendar redundant

Still take a long walk
The heat it has gone
Days later...

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Love is wanderer in search of blue hearts
As crimson sun on lofty dawn's soft start
Is amorphous tunes perfect any shape
Feelings grain blushing in rose petals drape

Song scripted in crescendo of mute stares
Sweet bitter pain beleaguered...

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Sitting now in shawl and flannel drape
huddled ‘gainst cold truth of wafting breeze
soft touch of sun, through clouds, a welcome tease
rekindling old dreams as they re-cape

those heroes and heroines of yore
who bled the tartan plaid...

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Out on the field,theres no teams
My only guess is I'm late
The days to far gone to be early
Come to find out, it's just the wrong date

 Just a lone star in the night
With no thoughts...

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