Short Digressing Poems

I walk quickly in circles without hurry
Thinking in panic without thought or worry
As rain hammers down from clear blue skies
Soaking me to the skin; leaving me bone dry
I cross a road without progressing
Whilst rushing slowly to keep from digressing...

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Life of a stereotype me not
Doing the actions I forgot
Like freezing when I should be hot
Digressing your opinion of a plot
Doing little when expected of a lot 
If I don’t have it, then what do I got
A loose rope with a knot
Or cold piss in a pot
With the gun of truth, here’s my shot
Of the life of a stereotype me not...

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i wish
my muse and i
were
congenital lovers
joined
by the hip

she would swing
her right
hand as i
would bring
my left
we'd meet

fingers meshing
together
digressing of days
dancing cheek
to cheek

completely
complete
her and i
would be we
and so 

to 
sleep
together
in our congenital
dreams...

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North pole, South pole
parallel lines. 
Sugar and spice, 
our noses collide.
English and arithmetic
are both forms of language,
but we don't speak
in common tongues
needed to define.

Darkness, sunshine,
city and grass,
Water and vinegar, 
digressing off the map.
Psychology is a science,
and music takes soul,
but our hearts don't mesh
like our bodies do
at the 4 a.m. toll....

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A quick, furtive glance
To insure no one can stop
The heinous act by chance

The life about to be taken
Is one that has been
Battered and forsaken

Tired of the disappointments
Attempting to please with
Fruitless compliments

The soul in release, ne'er cold
For the fortunate task
Freeing the tumultuous soul

Digressing from further raving
Time to take the life
Of the end, it is craving...

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Watching a Sunset

Sunset in the sky, in colorful splendor
Sunset of life, a remembrance of blunders
Sunset of love, a matter of dejection 
As love once was of unstinted affection.

A play of oranges, golds and reds in  sky
As a posse of thoughts are passing me by.
Digressing  to dream of a golden mountain
And a falling sun filtering through fountains

I  flit back to view the spectacle in the sky
Now, a poetic play of hues as, home, birds fly.


For Skat's contest on 27/6/2013...

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