Minding Poems - Poems about Minding

We were on our own Minding our business Weighed down by crushing unemployment Thoroughly disillusioned by the art of promise and fail We were disoriented by the perennial lie Of being leaders of tomorrow While we watched the promised future Dissipate before our very eyes Stolen by evil forces that have held the country Down since after the...

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Minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses Some villainous pundits or vile hyenas are the best In simply doing just that, comrades. They ignore Their own problems. They leave a huge door Ajar, wide open, so they can put their flagitious nose In their neighbors’ personal businesses or affairs Please, always have the fireman’s water hose Ready, in check and in full force...

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It's funny when some people barge in the business of others and leave themselves startled by what to others are just normal things to do, and the things they can't understand. January 12, 2024, PST, SPC...

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Innocence lost and being ignored sin destroyed sickness and little hope confusion of mind How can fathers detach so easily? And who’s minding the children? Broken homes absentee fathers long gone mothers now abandoning them too or too busy to love and care child abuse and perversion What happened to the fathers who say they are men? And who’s minding the children? Taught to think of only self gangs...

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Poets count on fingies To get the meter right. Scribes of prosy thingies, In randomness delight....

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my mind wakes me up at three wants to tell me what to write my heart says wait till the morn and turns out the light my fingers grab for the pen and a notebook kept at the bedside before it’s half past the hour my eyes close and hide. words are scrawled above the lines nothing rhymes from page to page ...

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It was just a stretched out word that eases in on the still and quiet when a moment lingers on the edge of forever hovering, contemplating, pondering life. It is a deepened observation of the colors of the sky, the changing of the seasons, the innate natural beauty of the world around us. A longing search...

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Veined whispers floating Coursing freely releasing Physically subjugated creating Cosmic reeling exploding Tempestuous yearning drumming Precariously woven flaming Passionately related speaking Metaphysical tounges wagging Scientific lifelines swimming Spiritual pathways howling Refutable rituals shocking Collective intensity ...

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The quiet of the late afternoon sun Is all that I wanted to hear. The rays casting shadows in the room Is all that I wanted to see. Watching the daylight move around the walls Eased the tension and stress in me. A few moments to gather my thoughts Time, so precious, so dear. Comfortably sitting here Relaxation drains me of life's fears Just a...

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so how do we learn to go about minding our minds? it's about building the right relationship that with God you find in the book of Mark it says to "love the Lord with all thine mind" to connect with Him intellectually in a way that is sublime we need to engage with Him on a level that requires...

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In those dark days When every time is a down time Those days when for a dime You could spare a prime rhyme And pay a dollar for a cent Those days when the slimy Tongues of foes wag in ecstasy Those days when life seems to turn tide And you feel God has finally gone blind Alas! I...

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I breath My breathes Floating In front of me And you Didn't mind You'll never Mind I convulse My convulsions Shaking My core And you Didn't mind You'll never Mind I babble My babbles Confusing All humanity And you Didn't mind You'll never Mind I shutter My shutters Breaking me Inside out And you Didn't mind You'll never Mind I know My knowing Helps me See you clearly And you Don't know You'll never Know...

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Ever question why certin people ever win? Sit atop that featured list. Cause like roulette wheel the game is fixed in case you havent guessed. Its easy to rise to the top when own the site. Raul, John, Micheal, it's the only way people would praise anything you write. Why slip in at night when ya take...

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True love(r) never dies, they say; pun is more of a fun rhyme to sway. As for whom this giggling heart bleeds the most? Know, I always carry mine with me, ‘til I become pond water; and hidden not in my eyes, often awake for love, as they easily show blushes of my thoughts, ramping over the wall of judgment. Alone...

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We lean in, like a sculptured work in progress, enigmatic scent to kiss, when suddenly, the three inch wide orange rubber bands around our wrists, pulled behind our backs, spring us away from each other at supersonic speed. Hair flying in front of our faces, slipping through wind without weight... Back to opposing sides of the world, tethered to work, anxiety, bills, and the...

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