Short Meanderings Poems
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highway grinding
myway finding
mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
mirrorly miles
of reflection
passed under tired tires
I think of these
Aliens following
My mental meanderings
As if to say
I will find my
Heart one day?
Her name is Aiko
And she means
The world to me
Mountainous majestic meanderings mixing masterfully
merriment momentarily made monumental mistake
many munched meat, majesty’s masterful melody of melding.
tender breezes blow
soft dreamtime meanderings
summer's closing bough
August 22, 2020
2pm PST
RETURN
Departing from oneself, rivers escape mountains at SOURCE
The meandering is not only to Sea; meandering home, roots, too ...
By way of the Universal Ocean. Waters blend salty and fresh!
Recesses of my mind harbor such tender memories
Integrity most cherished in their sublime remembrances
Overtones rich of fond embraces at each turn
Reassuring the footing on cobblestone meanderings
AP: 1st place 2021
Zany
yeomen
xrayed
Whales
virtually
unconcious,
twice!
Stating:
"Rare
quacking
persisted
on
nightime
meanderings!"
Later,
kinky
journalists
investigated
Hamas
guerillas
found
eating
Duck,
commenting
'bout
America!
Fortified ponderous wandering soul
Reaching for the stars above
Blessed and beautiful barely whole
Gods wayward plan to send me love
Oblivious and cast away
Undaunted meanderings hit a wall
Sun rises moon fades away
Hungry my soul stands astutely tall
His mindfulness led me
Through a labyrinthine maze
Rambling sinuous thoughts
Planted in thorny tangles
A wandering elegance
Baffling in its simplicity
Mazelike in its meanderings
A wise and twisting serpent
Entangled in the complexities
Of its naivety
arrogance in others impacts us not
being but meanderings of ego
operating in a narrow thought slot
which sooner or later they will let go
when lower cravings they choose to forgo
so we blow them a kiss of compassion
though for most kindness is not in fashion
pillars
of pearl
radiant in the
sun
wild&sweet
meanderings
in the dance
of life
veiled in black
from
shade&sun
shafts
of fire
that glow
endless
o'er
sunset
seas
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insinuations, veiled intentions
subtleties and undertones
whispers and innuendos
half truths and hidden meanings
in the convoluted meanderings
in the midst of the charade
i've lost sight of what we had
and i fear i’ve lost my voice
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
I love it when I can't write a thing!
Then I can swim in other poets' rivers
and their blessed meanderings.
If I have nothing to say, then it's
perfectly OK to be still..
Listening to the songs of poetic whiporwills.
5/15/2019
1:30pm PST
DREAMS
star-dazed
angel dust
sifting through the night
sandman meanderings
in drifting snowflake patterns
"sky-dive through one's own subconscious"
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For Nette's Contest: "Create Your Pyramid"
6/3/14 by Carrie Richards
Moon goddess of Aurora Borealis
Tidal pull consternates the gods
Mercury in retrograde spins the planet
Celestial passions on parade
Cosmic energy hovers over the mountains
Mystical meanderings make melodic music
Moon goddess oversees Icelandic influences
All is right in the Nordic world tonight
A floodgate
Is opened in the
Meanderings of
Wholeness
As THIS gains
Resonance..
THIS excludes
No story..and all
Stories can expand
Racing away as
The story of the
Expanding universe..
Words hang together
Somehow and can
Seem as infinity
Lives in each
Story:
THIS...
Meander,
Me and 'er
<3 + <3
Meanderings
Me and 'er rings
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I am to the Earth as the Earth is to me
A mystery to man unlocked by a key
We meet late at night beneath the moon
Drunkard nude meanderings enough to make lovers swoon
For the Earth has the key to my chastity belt
Years of longing and teasing have made him quite svelte
I crawl to his whim I answer his cry
The Earth is my master no need to ask why.
I'm Happy
I'm happy
happy in this dark
warm beneath warmth
in meanderings of slow music
a maze of secrets shutting and opening
as cozy duvets dropped by benevolent mothers
sinking in my dreams
limbs soaked in blue sunlit lagoons
I'm a million miles from morning
in a hundred miles of night
sometimes I see clearly
before the morning
I sometimes see the light
“I follow the gypsy rain and its
carvan of clouds. It is freedom
and purification of the spirit,
like jazz.”
Free form jazz
free falling into
my gypsy life
Kamikaze saxophone
dive bombing down
Keyboard meanderings
dancing down
all around
the heartways
the soulways
the pathways to
spiritual purity
It is Saturday night
and I am alive again
in the falling rain
I wished upon a shooting star
Tired of life’s ho hum meanderings
A wish for something more
A cure for cancer
Food for the hungry
Homes for the homeless
Clothes for the unclothed and
Dreams to come true
For the dreamers
Whether the star has
These powers never
Occurred to my
Unadulterated thoughts
But a wish is just that
A positive flow of energy
And thoughts and prayers
as poignant angst engulfs our heart
we allow the waves to wash over us
whilst recognising that their origin
lies in meanderings of deluded ego
which is merely an earth life interface
thus both engaging and witnessing
we feel each pulse of dualistic immersion
whilst yet nonchalant to the play underway
being freedom innate to our consciousness
simultaneously immanent and transcendent
FUTILITY
strange this…
relentless
scurrying
about of
preposterous
professionals
persistently
unyielding
they stab steal
and penetrate
peculiar the…
meaningless
meanderings
of bizarre
ruptured
snakes
odd that…
obstinate
scampering
before all
persuasive
layers
abate
ruthlessly
reaching
playpens
prizegems
too late
© Kim van Breda— August 2015
You make the minutes dribble
Down the meanderings of time
First drizzling
Then dripping
In dribs and drabs
Then dropping
In driblets
That drain the hours
And drown the days
And I
With my drowsy eyes
My drifting mind
And shaking hand
Turn a deaf ear
To the hue and cry
To the whys
And the wherefores
of your fatal lure
For I have no time
To let go of you
And live my life
As you have already
eaten it up
May, we, with joy, do a Maypole dance!
And all lovely birds fly and sing!
After all, it is, delicious Spring.
And all lovers kiss in pure floral bliss!
Swimming in fresh, verdant, flowing
springs.
Lost, yet found, in loves meanderings.
Let butterflies gleefully waltz as they may!
And free, maskless children , run and play.
In our God’s sweetest month, of May.
4/19/2022