Short Intuitions Poems
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Persuade by time
Intuitions run blind
Neon driven dreams
Dandelion sew seams
Recognize the breeze
Opal shaped moon
Pesuaded bloom
?
Like silver moonbeams,
our intuitions ride life's dark waves;
rising, falling, glistening-
lighting our way.
May 16, 2022
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Wow girl
I speak your soul
riding the winds
of intuitions
writing fiercely
flowing ambitions
womanhood embracing
sexually obsessing
mindful not
of seasons raging
pen at hand
for me to see
your heart
ope with bleeding
retrograde energy
wrapping up lose ends
realisation of gratitude
follow your intuitions
stay open you will
be guided
haunted valleys of fear
ocean springs into
a volcanic eruption
extinct creatures
serenading blue
merges to orange
we are dancing in
the vast galaxy
of love
Form:
Was a warm glowing field.
I remembered it by scent.
Holographic thoughts formed
Like liquid beneath me, and I drifted
Through a blizzard of desires,
Impulses, and intuitions.
I was a knave, naive every time.
I sat there and got dizzy over
Ways to make spinach
So my kids would one day eat it.
Slippery little devil isn't she?
Moist, she maneuvered into my well guarded emotions
My art of avoiding negativity became novice
Slippery little devil isn't she?
While going left, she made a quick dash to the right
Beauty crushed my intuitions barricade
Pain would soon follow her intrusion
Slippery indeed
He searched the mines for a gem.
Much ado about nothing but came something.
In the mine, he found this one pearl,second to none,what he came for.
Is this living in a fool's paradise?
"No ours is a forgone conclusion" he said to her as he stared.
She leaned back in a miner's hand, waiting to be cut,soon to be polished. At last she smiled at his intuitions.
Covering amongst
day’s festivity,
night’s tiny
sparkle –
his eyes,
muttering the
lurk of
a damp,
somber dawn;
the trickling
of hued
droplets fringing
the wavering
green of
dark, deep
wells;
the sweep
of an owl,
cutting past
the daggers
of wind,
the flesh of
my
controlled reflexes.
His day of
Mosaic
intuitions –
my night
of his
absence.
flash of surreal insights
haunting and eerie dreams
geysers rushing to the surface
plumed serpents dance
we are waiting
at the crossroads of intuitions
advanced awareness
in deep meditation
we are connecting
to universal wisdom
megalithic sacred monuments
intuitive souls sacred gifts
rational mind is a faithful
servant we train systematically
we are levitating
sep 15 2016
4.52 pm
Form:
Oh the ways,
This direction, that,
Numbers, letters, mathematical, scientific, logical configurations,’
Control.
. . . Of what was, what is, what is going to be,
Two ears, two eyes, full embodiment, all attachments regarded,
But to look beyond,
Within.
Heart and mind mingle,
Sensations, feelings, questions.
Knowing, intuitions, spirituality, freedom,
That, there, lies true synchrony with the great spirit, true wisdom!
Form:
My "mack"
worked.
I don't "mack"
I chat.
Establish communication.
Ask questions,
Leading questions,
enter the mind.
It is not hard, I find.
She
opened herself up
to me.
free from inhibition.
comfortable in that position.
I fed to her intuitions.
I notice things:
like the tattoo
on her lower back.
The way she sings to herself
to rhythm and blues.
Confident & cute!!
Jared Pickett
9/20/09
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WHAT ARE THESE THOUGHTS?
WHAT ARE THESE WORDS?
WHAT ARE THESE BRAWLING MISCONCEPTIONS?
UNLOCKED-UNDONE DECISIONS
VAGUE “INHABITIONS”
THAT GRADUALLY DECEIVE US
BLOCKING OUR VISIONS
TAKING US INTO STRANGE REGIONS
PUTTING US INTO SITUATIONS, CONDITIONS & CIRCUMSTANCES THAT PLAGUE OUR INTUITIONS
YET, LOOKING DEEP WITHIN US THIS FALLIBILITY IS KILLING US
WHAT HAVE WE BEEN GIVEN?
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?
Form:
GOD IS GOOD--
Golden ringlets of glory
Other lieges dealing stories
Dark ringlets of gallant
Intuitions sets at ease
Such intuitions speculate God is good He’s great
Gently swells inflate mercy’s grace
Old dandies walk and run about
Other kinds run on and on
Darling little one praise on Praise the Lord our God
3/19/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Scrolls raked along
the crevices;
limits of a breath
patched, thick.
Chiseled down the
rumbling bark,
brimming loops,
cross road nooks of
trembling passion,
scorching rues.
A crumpled hearth
of perpetual dormancy.
Raw upon the
lisping drones of the
bamboo,
broader than the
clearest black,
an influx- grim, vivid;
cryptic on
morsels of my
slumber, dampened
ears...
Flashes of detached
voices, intuitions;
monotonous as this
tread-
a lurch; different
yet whole.