Meanderings Poems - Poems about Meanderings

Meander, Me and 'er ...

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Mountainous majestic meanderings mixing masterfully merriment momentarily made monumental mistake many munched meat, majesty’s masterful melody of melding....

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perusing skyward on crisp, lucent nights a symphony plays, strumming ancient light on vernal heart strings who can perceive these melodies, seeming to muse the tantric soul… pondering ...

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RETURN Departing from oneself, rivers escape mountains at SOURCE The meandering is not only to Sea; meandering home, roots, too ... By way of the Universal Ocean. Waters blend salty and fresh!...

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Basketball-Meanderings Played basketball with Fred at a church. Haven’t played basketball since my daughter was a twinkle in my eye. All the things I used to do with a ball, I had put away in a file marked “use to.” Sometimes, I take it out, dust it off, look it over, then put it back for later. Every now and then, I make a basket, throw a pass, that...

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I know that it's not me But the truth hurts inside I often think that if I saw you I could see it in your eyes I'm still having such a hard time Wrapping my mind around this loss One way feelings don't mean a damn thing This hurting pain becomes the cost I avoid you, yet it's so tough I'd love...

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Don’t mind your habits, but they’ve made your mind. Round the next corner, things will get better. Until that one fell day when you do find The credit’s come due and you’re the debtor. You’ve hidden yourself away out of fear With sea-green moat, tower, thick sandy walls. Predators finally could not come near But no one else can come knocking at...

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I have a game for you. “Why not!” you say. A beer or six here, a hit or two there, Many others play this game every day. A few more and you'll be better than square! A dance of wild thrills, a dance just for fun, You can turn and walk if it gets sticky. Dance all by...

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Wired Electric The dream came on in the light switch in the wires Behind the walls where ideas run, collide and rise After the bulb blew out, filament and all Glass shattered thin, fragmented shards on the floor Never to illuminate again The dream moved on to another room of dark To feel the floor boards blind Fall in no direction Day and night...

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Memories of illogical unreality saunter past my mind, Planning expectations of a future with no feelings, Deja vu days multiply with an intensity so unkind, Happiness is eroded by endless waves of lapping sadness, I fall weightlessly to the bottom of life's end, Regrets dashed upon ragged rock thoughts that scream to confess, My childhood...

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I don't write as deep as others I sometimes can't find the right words. But what I write really matters It's a big pieces of my life, scattered in one special way or another. I can sometimes write witty prose and at times it can be rather silly. But most of the time there is...

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though you've always been in constant motion, you're still a wind-blown cloud, no direction, will there be an end to this moving on? do you really have a destination? yet you still...

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