Preoccupied Poems - Poems about Preoccupied

Dive deep into my thoughts And tell me what you’ll unravel. Have you lost your way in your search Or got tangled in a tight web? “The mess is my fault, I know, I’ve been there.” You see, the seeds that I’ve sowed, Oh, how they have sprawled - relentlessly. Beyond the control of mind, From where they were conceived. “To be lost...

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Some people come to church just to be seen No Holy nor any Ghost in them can be gleaned Now Jesus was in the temple Teaching a class Until some Pharisees came to Him Acting like an ass They presented a woman to Him Whom they say committed adultery Trying to set a trap attempting To rebuke His sovereignty Jesus drew a line in...

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The venomously preoccupied, They know what they're doing. Nor do they weep, or sit down for their pudding. Not one bird's chirp, a call from the neighbour; Nor a simple request or an ask for a favour Can pull this man's mind out of its infereal labour. For what I stated at the start isn't entirely true. That's how the world works,...

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I think I get it: You want me to swallow your acidic avalanche. Those billion frantic snow globes of brilliant-clownish confusion. You want me to rebuild your burned-out shrines. Atop broken blue glacial climbs. Straddle boulders of swaybacked hope and jagged stones of regret. You wish me to inhale the barbs of shadows and the velocity of your death. You want me...

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Solitary writer My instruments here before me In my hands For my mind to roam ...

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I am preoccupied with corridors, Sci-fi canyons with automatic doors, Leading to spaces of silence Wherein the one who bore me lies. The TV fills a visual frame, Yet the sound is never on, 24 hrs a day, mute dramas and Bulletins lip synch to nothing, Whilst, like a profane flag The graphic observation chart Hangs statically at the foot of the bed. Sometimes I...

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