Nowhere Poems

Nowhere And Everywhere

There are unexpected
and rare moments
when you can
approach and stand
on the rim of yourself 
and almost feel 
a strange gravity 
inexorably drawing you 
and all of creation 
in towards 
a centre point
that is nowhere 
and everywhere.

Other times 
the best you can manage
is to cast a thought
into your own silence
and hear its sad echo
answer back.
Meanwhile, 
in the

Tagoreweb era sukher lagi They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in

They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in
only to bid farewell to joy, left behind, a hymn
such is the glossy glaze of a subtle worldly longing , a fading heartsong to lull
oblivion and them, an array of whim, newly reborn, blossoming recklessly, vagabond a feel,
And so is the

This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world

This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world.
While others find things to do with their time, places to go.
Things to say to each other in the shadow of the evening falling over false gardens.
I burn in hell somewhere north of dreams lost in the mist of time.
Flowers do not grow

Halfway-Nowhere

Love, is not a moderate image to paint !
I have tread a serene parks walk with colourful abundant trees and beauteous scenes
Yet Love  :
“let me honour those who favour you their forte”!
Lustful young love and bitterness  in sweet red wine
Patience in a white steady car awaiting traffic to mind time
Everything coming together ,

Nowhere To Be Found

Blessed and blasted what a beautiful day
Picnic basket lunch for You and me
Cone join us Lord, You're always welcome
What great company You will be
Tell us a story now dear Father
Thrill us all just one more time
Placed His body in the tomb at noon
He was nowhere to be found by nine
He is risen, yes the Lord

No Wisdom's Wiser

( in loving memory of JPR)

Nowhere to go, is this a bonus feed
Maybe a curse, although it’s too grandstanding
Born into nothing, I’ve got nowhere to proceed
As if I fly too high to care about the landing 
In fact, it was much simpler in reality
Dystopian curators were too lazy
And too corrupted to maintain the trad brutality
Corruption

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man
I haven’t rode a motorcycle since 2011.
Riding through the trees was like heaven.
The last thing on earth that's freedom.
He doesn't need much.
Just a few bucks.
Ride on through with sunglasses.
Just ride until your heart's content.
Believe me, there's nothing like it.
Freedom on a bike.
A cool breeze outside.
My shadow rides beside me.
A lonely man on his bike

That Came Out Of Nowhere

That Came Out Of Nowhere

Poker Is All About Bluffing!

Fold.

Did You Already Win?

-Gray Squirrel

05-19-2025

HERE AND NOWHERE

Fold-count-recount and refold the puzzle in my mind- the map in gold dust-whose memories-flying lamps-exploding light bulb chaos-Edison's memory
Everywhere and nowhere-whose is ?The soul of things-intuition from the lining that I do not wear- purified from my bones I was thrown into a bell jar
The lid was closed-the room was folded: The mirror was broken

In The Middle of Nowhere

I am in the middle of nowhere without a gun, bullets, bow or spear, the philistine are coming upon me and an angry crowd is moving towards the square.

You have got to help me to get out of here, for the second judgment is drawing near and nothing on the island will be speared; prepare

Addressee Not Known

I am guilty for the nation
I’ve no business to the world
In a play of no sensation
I’m a prompter of one word
Who would share a consolation
For the character of mine
I’m a proof of antination
Well disjointed from the time
Mental tenant of the era
Of the sixties – seventies   
I’m that boy who smashed the mirror
It was

Some Funny Thought On The Way Out Nowhere

Now again, someone upstairs, 
and somewhere on a bus
headed somewhere in Louisiana 
where it is one a.m.

eyes mind thy business 
while pyramid in the sky 
shows well it’s lessons and then 
out wild and naked
in the Nevada sun,
 
the dark green grass 
and the funeral, 
where a police car prowls past and says
 “Don’t you

I, myself, and me, and me, myself, and I

I, myself, and me,
we comprise the royal we.
I makes most decisions,
while me or myself makes the needed revisions
to ensure we three
don’t unwittingly disagree.

Me, myself, and I,
we're a well-integrated guy.
On the whole,
we're a tripartite soul
stuck together till the day we three die.

The good thing about going nowhere

The good thing about going nowhere
is that you're just about already there.
So, no need to hurry,
and certainly, no need to worry,
because you'll get there -- with plenty of time to spare.

The nowhere boy

Life is like being on a vessel adrift at sea. 
Not knowing where I got on, or what my destination will be.

I don't know who built the ship or why I am here.
No answers to my questions, my purpose unclear.

I don't know who is at the helm, could the driver be me? 
Adrift on a

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