Milling Poems - Poems about Milling

... Used and discarded thought shadows lurk at every sunrise as if each were renewed. A touch from the fading past, in a moment as i look at the wet pebbles, ever decreasing. Welcoming the receding......

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...As a kid I wouldn’t of thought that this is how it was, For every feeling of giving up, For every kick of the drum; My heart would call my bluff. As as a kid all I wanted was a feeling I coul......

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... 38.4154017°, -76.5341214° A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones (bedstone and runner stone), gears, shafts, and a hopper for grain, Diet. The crested honey buzzard ......

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...Unrealities and realities grind together in mortar’s mouth, spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes— succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper, musks of bruised lightning, threshing thunderou......

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... The whole truth and nothing but the fu(king truth That laws, and math, only help solve local temporary problems, All of which fall way short on the infinite needs scale were we rely on ......

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...Ecstatic eye of night thoughts tangled tangent tint of orange moon slivers were just hazy incipient learned launch as the querulous quirk indented ingress idly still desperate to capture thou......

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...Wait This can't be a mistake The morning light Is just too bright We've overslept Curled up in bed Now we must rush Gone that soothing hush Toilet flushing Teeth fast brushing Cof......

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...They’re filming* in front of my building, Equipment all over the place. The crew members milling in bunches; Huge trailers invading the space. It’s cool to hear “Roll ‘em!” and “Action!” And k......

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...The emotional, mental and spiritual fallout courtesy Colt Gray Apalachee High School, located in Winder, Georgia witnessed an active shooter, whereby the alleged lone gunman (actually just a t......

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...Contemplative bliss communes with the serene, into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind. As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea, throngs milling to the melodio......

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...In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Ve......

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... People sometimes ask me how I do it…how do I find a way… how is it even possible…to write a new poem every day? There really is no one answer to my daily poetry. There is a myriad of ways word......

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...Thoughts etched in obsidian, A wharf rock verdant- Wisps of color, Like a jade curved smith. To hew out crevices of the wast'd rock, Wind washed and sand clothed- Pulsating taking solitude,......

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...It's one in the morning And I can't get to sleep So I've tried various things Like counting some sheep, But they just won't stay still They keep 'milling around Backwards and forwards All ov......

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...OBLIVION When all is finally said and done Seeing that nothing now remains A kind of freshness after it rains My personal oblivion has begun Just a black void, no glaring sun A gentle silen......

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