Minutia Poems - Poems about Minutia

...___________________________________________________________ As I sat ... in slight immersion amongst a pond of varied sprites ......

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...The grand cosmos gifts us With both mystery and discovery. While the intellect grows with more Questions, by an insistent curiosity. If one follows the graphics of scien......

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...Our path, sometimes grows arduous with bends and twists. Trials of life keep tormenting us and others. It's miserable to watch or endure such suffering. But despite all heartache, we f......

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...Three socks that match ….Two that don’t......

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...Ever refreshing to my being As the dew that fell on Hermon Bringing new life to the seared psyche of this particular earthly vermin Designed to be made in your image I regularly miss the mar......

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...how is it we look into the future using only what what bends our fingers with all the assumptions that keep us on the daily throttle but less than safe hidden from each others' true gaze by acts......

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...Mew rumbles inside fur concentrating cat’s caboodle - the tickling of her nose the stunning green eye and blue butterfly minutia ......

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...Have we rebuilt the tower of Babel With weary words of wireless babble? Do somnolent thoughts surf synapses On tidal waves of vacuous verbs? So tasteless, as baseless, and faceless Secret voic......

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... Silence Is Golden Written: by Miracle Man 3/15/2020 Some willingly parse words and minutia look past, the smaller details just never appear to matter. While stepping on others feelin......

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...a large unidentifiable creature was washed up bloody on the beach and a four km long circular structure was spotted slowly crawling across the ocean floor elliptical bases held up by pillars are......

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...Bury my heart in trivia. Keep my mind stuck in minutia. The dam internet's a sham, designed to drive man, off the road into distraction. Keep me from knowing what is right, directed by d......

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...Crystal-like It is sad to be a limpid snowflake look up and millions are falling down and they are all around just like you. ......

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...I have seen, Time and time again, our rise and fall But not what passes between. However, my reflection stays the same. As I ride through the brush and green mesquite Late in the evening. ......

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...He had blue eyes, and each time I passed, they pierced me. I notice the details. An odd thing I do. Fixating on the minutia and wondering. He wore robes. The one under, white. The o......

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...I sit and watch. Changes come so slowly. So, vigilance is required, an attentiveness to minutia. There are layers of wardings erected between the watch and I. Thoughts, which f......

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