Musing Poems - Poems about Musing

Aperta All of my life the window stayed open The good and the bad — beginning to end (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) Verbal Teflon If the message doesn’t stick — the words are in vain (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) ...

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Route 66 The death of the road — the birth of a dream (The New Room: April, 2025) Live More If you’re light on experience your writing will suffer Like clay to the sculptor — or drummer to the band (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) ...

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St. Patrick's Day embodies that sweet spot where alcohol consumption is believed to have one consequence only - unfiltered joy! I haven't Googled St. Patrick to check if that's what he intended, but as I write, friends in Dublin are sending videos with a Guinness in the foreground of every sing along in a tiny bar. I've...

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A double murderer Shot before a firing squad Justice or revenge? An eye for an eye So, the old law book conveys Punishment for sin Society’s way To rid town square of wrongs Yet, death row awaits The hangman stands by The masses don’t know his name Pulls the trap door latch The cycle repeats With no real decrease in crime No one ever wins Justice will make...

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I wish my muse would cease For It wakes me when I sleep A poem would be fine But it's only one line A poem will take me all week....

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The vast sea of people You look back for a moment The vast sea of love I have loved for a lifetime Love, in the present time and space. When challenge come I make myself a priority I call someone I can rely on Go to a place to unwind Breath sea breeze to refresh myself. I love being spoiled But not with gifts or money I...

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In the blue long eyes, Dreams are climbing secretly Dear, what I'm asking....

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Do some unpleasant memories fade away? Or does the mind have a protective guard, That, at times, locks the door to the past, And shields the soul from agony's crush. Do some memories serve as wise tutors, That instructs the mind from time to time, Lest the brain's library becomes forsaken, Void of guidance for life's daily challenges? Memories can plague the mortal...

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Sand erases stress And the sea washes Toxins of the soul. Calm down and go To the beach Or go to the beach To calm down. The ocean stirs the heart Inspires the imagination And brings eternal Joy to the soul. May you always have A shell in your pocket And sand in your shoes....

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Freedom to think, freedom to give' Can't pay for Love Why do we wrangle and sieve? From scales, un-shown we'll never learn Within prisons of opinions Our sensibiltys so burn.' Offerings of idols, some eat it up.? Oh so many ape and preen! When will we see? We bought a pup? Can humanity ever leave this shore? On-load raise a sail strong and...

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Musing Lately Let’s just say with my husband now having heart troubles and my being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s language (for all its commanding need to be used with a true Love ) finds ...

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She is sitting idle, pondering about life, thinking the aim is not just to survive. Trying hard to follow the theory, 'live every moment and don't worry.' She thought doing this would be very easy, thus judged those who were not exemplary. But realized, like money, success doesn't grow on trees. Have to look for new paths, opportunities to seize. She...

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Prose and its narrative the lazy alternative Words most abundant meaning defined Declarative function it reads codependent As poets but smile — with language refined (Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2024) ...

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I listen to anger people with signs yelling to be heard all in a line reason has left only hate remains nothing has changed except dumber brains you hate for what and don't even know you go to your meetings mostly for show with voice you yell I can hear instead of wisdom I hear only fear so please go away with your thoughts so blind my days hard enough without you and your...

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Likened to a bird flying a small flower the color orange yellow candles burning the color of gold vanilla incense on a Sunday A prosperous existence. Likened to a flower swaying a happy bird the color purple orange candles burning the color of fire cinnamon incense on a Monday A prosperous existence. Likened to a shining orb a noble desire the colors of the tropics white candles burning the colors that...

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