Life Retreat Poems

I am not forgotten in the forests of so little light
I am lost in dark mists, troubled with fright
Embedded in life and love, the joyless...

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At breakfast
I sit at a table with a man
who looks like an old chimpanzee
face long, beard grey
sporty blue driving cap on his head.
There is much...

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I take an unhurriedly walk
through the virgin forest
with paths fully covered with brittle leaves,
its trees emit mournful laments
to protest its anguishing fate until spring arrives
and...

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A world gone mad
where up is down
and logic flees

A child discerns
but not the fool
enchanted by
his party’s stripe

The lady, blind
a thumb weighs heavy
on her scales

High, hubris...

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Stimulation my desire till my battery runs low.
Disturbed thoughts are frequent before i journey to my sanctuary.
Queen's pain descends my resting heart.
As bright white flickers...

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My pillow 
Becomes my dearest friend 
When I got sorrow or secret 
That cannot be shared 
Expecially when I'm hurt by 
Someone intimate 
Someone awed...

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heated cozy house
sunshine peaking in curtains
shorts and t-shirts worn...

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RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS

Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur,...

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Beach Retreat

As life's burdens collapse on my shoulders
 And reality knocks me off my feet
 I realize that time has again arrived
 to escape to...

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Cast to the side sitting out this ride
the clocks move forward with speed
but I'm left to need   to breathe 

Iced down bubbled up...

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Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat

That fear was always darkness in disguise
A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging.
Inspired hope not enough,...

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Golden Retreat :

Why do you cry my child?
Are those tears from 
sadness ?
 no
Not quite 
Realization 
Re growth 
New sight
I had to lay flat 
To...

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A fellow gets restless,  walking along the shore,
The mystery is of his making, pondering questions 
that the formless, transient ocean,
all the weathering winds, 
the...

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There are orange leaves down today
Witches love the sight I must say
They play with leaves full of delight
To gather strength needed tonight
I don’t know how...

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Crisis of mayhem
We have no choice
   They say,
That salvation
Is closer to the source
     And the ability to
  ...

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