Revisiting Poems - Poems about Revisiting

Zen master Kept ...

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When a friend of ours dies…who in our life has played a part it is with the deepest sorrow we add thier tombstone to the cemetery in our heart. Why her? Why him? Why now? We asked ourselves as we desperately try to cope for a while we are thrown off balance…our life is out of focus…we lose...

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Revisiting the Lost Swastika . Build A Temple ...

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(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018) Revisiting The Same Ground Over and over again I find myself returning to the same thoughts, ideas, histories but now with years more experience between and years more depth behind what were once words so glibly recited. Is this how we all learn, parrots one and all, reciting lessons, sounds, songs and jingles until they somehow take on meaning filled with the...

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I have always felt myself extremely blessed to have found myself a wife who believes very little is needed to make a happy life. Before you think she doesn’t mean it, that it’s just idle talk she has it perched upon our kitchen counter…painted on a rock. After 25 (now 35) years of marriage…a marriage not at all routine let...

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If I sleep tonight Then tomorrow is mine My mind whirrs in and whirrs out Tomorrow could be mine But for tonight And the timeslip of melancholy Sitting in various chairs Contemplating the absence of dreams Whilst holding in my hands Knowledge that perpetual slumber is a future regret Snow White, in her glass coffin Alive but dead Because the power to wake her up Given to...

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I couldn’t find my glasses this morning when I got out of my bed… and as my hands groped around feeling for them…Asia popped into my head. Asia was a beautiful, blind Autistic student I had many years ago…one I tried desperately to reach…which, thankfully, also left me open to all she had to teach. Asia lived in...

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It used to be the first thing our grandchildren would do…run and open that closet door But now when they come for a visit…it’s not the first thing they run to anymore, It used to be they couldn’t wait…for on that door is shown… since the last time they visited us…just how much they’ve grown. On that door is...

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It was 30 years ago…one year after Grandma died…after we said goodbye…when our son wanted to plant a tree by her grave…at that time the tree was 4 inches high. I was quite impressed that day with the love and wisdom he displayed, “I’m going to plant this by Grandma’s grave,” He said, “because Grandma loved the...

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Unearthing blind roots, cyclic thoughts spin round again as if they had just come to me, and had not been arriving forever. Abandoned living-spaces excavated from under the forgotten foundations of elsewhere. Places we leave our sweat in, litter that never goes away, stuff in pockets that once belonged to a best jacket. A best life thus far – but when?...

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Blest to behold Edenic paradise Marked with grace, perfection never denies My heart, awe-stricken, keeps on marveling Wondrous nature wrought by Creator* Wise. Mountains tower presenting grandeur height As summits kiss clouds for celestial flight Firmament lights witness the covenant To exalt Designer's glorious might. Flower terraces boast of vibrant blooms Wafting redolence toward heaven zooms Roses of Sharon greet waving Dahlias Lilies of the Valley...

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Lovely sight I behold, fall delight sheathed in gold. Childhood swing, chosen tree. Deep-wood path beckons me. Rough wood fence . . . all of these, stuff of sweet memories. Picture 2 August 17, 2021 entered in the In Essence 2 Poetry Contest Placed 1st Sponsor: Joseph May August 28, 2021 Contest Title: Bite Size Poem No. 19 ...

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I’m glad to see you again. By my own terms of course. Don’t think that I’m allowing you to invade. But instead, I am simply inviting you to leave my subconscious. And be seen. I have accepted your presence. And I have accepted that what was done to me is not my own sin. Thank...

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Revisiting My Mother Goddess The lake That looks like a piano On it sat Thousand cranes and two Seemed like a moonlight sonata by the moonlight. But why is my mind yearning forever For the unmindful musings? I had been there once, nearly Forty years ago. They send me return tickets from Jhargram, For the festive October, Celebrating the home coming of our mother goddess But...

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