Probing Poems - Poems about Probing

Probation sounds too probing, kinda dirty and/or messy, probably says we didn't work out, Then reset try again with closer and more sobering supervision. We all live within win/win shadows of non-reprobation non-violence non-dominant ambiguous supremacies Probation precedes Integration needing wants to work-out together, like hypotheses and conclusions Reset win/lose competitions toward win/win cooperative re-beginnings Try again evaluating wider warmer happier more inclusive polycultural health and safer resilience within heated community and eco-justice brilliance social and political green feminist implications Of recognizing appreciating celebrating what all creatures want, regardless of age nation tribe gender culture Need to...

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probing my cheek a mild breeze released from icy clutches for a spell ducking inside i rushed to return vanished ...

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Looked for grins. A worn-out spirit. Probing soul. Each lone hour. Catching giggles puffed my doubts Who fused in darkness Written: January 21, 2022...

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You ask a probing question - why am I me? I write these words and lines to help you see the who, what and how of my probity. Offering my most genial reply, the abc's here prove to specify why, made in God's image, his path I ply. Announcing Bold Convictions, I do Declare Essential Faith unto you. Gladly Herald, Introducing folks...

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The sun touched upon him in mid-reflection As he searched for the shade of kind shelter Up and down he looked from tip to toe Cast his wandering eyes near and afar Closed his eyes but he caught a mirage Illusion or blindfolded reality uncovered He came upon an uncomfortable truth Neither outlines no contours only illusions Darkened the specter of vivid impressions When...

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President Probing A Prostitute About America should always give a hoot; President Trump is with another Prostitute; Having fun, Until done; To pay, from us, he likes gathering in loot. Jim Horn...

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In the middle of the universe, I stand Wondering at where does it all start, where does it all end Science keeps coming up with its facts Religion has its own proof, which it shows with tact There, in the middle of it all, I stand and look at it all It is believed that its matter does make up...

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If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown, walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence and take a leap of faith... You may drift through space for quite some time eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies that make up the great and boring universe beyond. Eventually you'll come across darker,...

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Inside my heart a dark spirit dwells. I have been through tribulation and hell. It is over and the judgment is in. I can still taste the cutting tang of gin. My meandering spirit has been shut down. (I fear my jury thinks me a sad clown.) I reckoned the road was a good time friend, Aimlessly I sought what I thought...

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