Process Poems - Poems about Process

Oh,my dear busy honey bee, Your life...

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"Don't drown in pain, allow true love for self surf the trauma!"...

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I still myself in the hallowed dream of light and love. In the significant withdrawal of time, holding my breath I breathe in the silence, stillness and sound. I silently dwell in the rapturous becoming Of the unhindered, unbridled emotions--- Holding myself in the chilling sphere of fear. In the gnawing acoustics of survival---- Allowing every ounce of stillness...

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Life is a process There is no eternal life No youth that is not old There is nothing to cling to A hundred years from now Without you without me We struggle for life We can't take away A grass and a tree We cling to life Can't take away A trace of vanity love Life is short We don't have time to argue No time...

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There is an unwritten process in the book of flatulence For when it is passed Firstly, if there is a dog in the room Naturally, it was the dog who did that blast Next in line are children When an awful smell wafts by Of course it's one of the little angels Which they always and forever deny Lastly it...

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To call you a pansy insults the flower. It seems you cried for nearly an hour; your mother called to say she’d lost. So ‘space to process’ at a cost of fifty six thousand for the year to cancel class and sip craft beer… ‘Buck up’ is what my mum would say, but then of course she’d never pay so I could breakfast...

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As I stand here with nothing but the clothes on my back looking at all the devastation, all the hurt and loss, trying to process how, what, why now what? With dirt and mud On my face and hands Trying to process, Process! How do I begin to process? Emotions Flood my being. Flood, just like the water Up to my ankles, knees, thighs, waist How? I stand there looking, Death...

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A I POETRY PROCESS to make a fake ...

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The clamor heard in The awakening of Spring Dies down in Summer Revives briefly 'til The crisp tanginess of Fall Succumbs to Winter ...

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Anecdote: For a nuptial effort, I was editing a photograph, my former husband, and his two classmates, as we were proposing for one, not all of them! Posters are problematic these days, with every hotline too! Please ignore, once your own tire, is acted up. It is conveying a symptom, an outlier or an eloquence. Now give them a brake,...

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RECITATION is a Two way process Words to say, caught by the day    in this  one-off      ’ as is’ moment images in sound aloud    voiced spoken  a unique interplay  ‘twixt    you and I A mayfly moment   of the here &now to hear ethereal  &passing to create     an impression In your listener ear    poetry lies long undisturbed & dormant on this page A dead object ‘til the cadence       of my English voice     intones & the process    comes alive TO PARTICIPATE copy& paste the youtube link at the top of poem into the URL address bar space ...

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So, I can also be a father was the song my anxiety sang in that labour room, For the past nine months I had watched him grow in his mother's womb, Now, I was called in to hear his first earthly cry but the pains of labour made my mouth dumb, And from the burst of the birth...

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Some things wasn't build In dreams overnight but work Making in progress....

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Think, trust the process Before shoes goes to market It goes to much hand....

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onward in spiral eternity is viral where nothing's final constantly rearranging existence ever changing endless living stream this state which all deem being in heavenly scheme riding through expanding space as part of the human race constantly a must to reality adjust dust to cosmic dust more than educated guess futures lie within process ...

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