Short Identity Poems
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Kindly
Evolving
Into
True
Happiness
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
aka The Brown Philosopher aka The
Green Poet
Smile lines?and kiss filled fights;
Twinkling eyes,
You are my shooting star,
Tonight.
Tonight.
Moon grins.
Tonight.
Lichens of lion's lore,
incipient and trying to score-
ditch it and die in the core,
stick it right in the horse.
you have never stopped analyzing me
stripped me of my mystery
thru your lens reduced me
Posted on March 1, 2018
I'm
Always
Myself
Mirroring
Essence
10-2-19
Contest: Three Word Acrostic
Sponsor: Bobby May
Mitterrand and Macron
Names so easy to confuse
Let Joe Biden do it
~ Media blows a fuse
Be who you are
Not what others want you to be
Your life is not theirs
It is yours ….so live it authentically!
When the mouth
says one thing
and the brain
implements actions
that changes the outcome
then the brain is the truth.
'BOUT SAYS IT ALL..AND HE NEVER EVEN
WORKED TO EARN THE TITLE..Watt another
TWOT..' And don't say you were not warned.'
Ignored, rejected
abandoned, invisible
mirror of your ghost
A Featured Poem Week of July 1, 2018
Ma,Pa not in par
Ma
Ma
Ma
Pa in far
Ma,Ma and Ma
Pa in far
Ma, Pa not in par
Ma is Ma
Pa is Pa
Ma, Pa not in par!
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
Why am I here?
When is my time?
What am I supposed to do?
Where do I belong?
Why?
Form:
Hemispheric balance
We sing the sum of its parts
mindfully engaged
Left—concrete banalities
Right—creative dimensions
Be honoured of what
Others seem to think of you,
Their accusations
Never need validation:
Remain true, to who you are.
Hello Wall...
How are you?
Have you had a great day?
Are you holding up well?
Your very quiet....
Got nothing to say?
two lovers
together
on a seesaw
one on each end
going up and down
in time
in opposite directions
with one heartbeat
Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.
Who can say where I'll be?
Who can say who I'll be?
When the time comes, we shall see,
But for now I want to be: just me.
head having melded with heart
ego identity vaporised
all souls one, none from us apart
light of our true Self is realised
Do you ever feel like a song
Written on a blank page
No melody
Just black lines, smudges on an empty page
His piercing stare
strips the pretense
from my soul
Held up to His mirror
my eyes cede control
I'm a blade of grass
My whole family crowds me
No identity
I would like to find myself
The vast world a blade of grass
The subtlest sort of vampiry
Will leave you with blood-full veins,
But drain you of identity
Till nothing of “You” remains.
What do you breath? Toxins
What do you feel? Nothing
What do you look like? Faceless
Who are you? I don't know yet
...bye
Form:
Most people believe this at the core of their beings:
I don't care how much you know, until I know how much you care!"