Introspection Riddle Poems

so I, the riddle 
of my own confoundedness
chewing life’s biscuit


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I run after the sun 
Then the light I shun 
In the dark I want to stay 
Then I want it to go away 
In...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze

Men love her with a...

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The Divine of me
knows me better than
self – therefore, when 
I am selfless I seem
closer to the Divine...but not 
truly far from self...for we are
part-and-parcel,...

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The answer is now, before it was when
After it's been over, that was just then
Now it's now, so begin once again...

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A fridge full of food
for some shiny apples
The bun to a meat
of a cheese that grapples

The soul for a man
of a hunger ample
The chase to...

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A small blue world
		sits in my palm,
		perfect.
		I don’t know why,
		but I am sad.
		It marked me
		somehow,
		that small world,
		seeded with hopes of
		future worlds
		and new cycles
		of life....

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I AM HERE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I am here exactly where I should be
Directed and positioned solely by me
There were snares and forks in the road
That only...

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I would rather be me
theres nobody else in this world that I wanna be
just me, just me,
the world is a selfish place, with many a...

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Bill is my name, fresh-pressed, dressed in all green,
flaunting the face of a president.
I have long been a resident,
resting in your fold.
Envy may be a...

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you have never stopped analyzing me 
stripped me of my mystery
thru your lens reduced me 



Posted on March 1, 2018...

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Déjà vu it seemed -
As if I was there. What I?
.. it was jamais vu.

Déjà vu - Eyes saw?
Looked —- Jamais vu, before.
Eyes are blind.......

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with a wedge of glass

we  split the rainbow

separate colors

into organized rows

of light

they stack

like dominoes

ready to topple

should we turn the lens...

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At the end of the day
I go back,
Travel the moments 
Of my field-path-
Retrace the harvest
And seed
Placed as children
In eider cradles....

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