Short Multitudinous Poems

standing under umbrella of green surrounds

inhaling deeply myriad perfumes of leaves around

listening to multitudinous pleasant sounds that abound

observing different life forms that astound

exhilarating bliss I found

01.09.2021

For:

Line Gauthier

Bite Size Poem no19
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MOURNING VITALITY

   umbrellas open

black multitudinous sea
   dark glasses mask tears

vitality drained too soon
   whispers of a well-lived life

   could not keep - her smile,
her radiant eyes, cocooned

      time still found her tomb
   sublime red roses rush in
covering-blush of coffin

8/3/2017...

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Varied hues of skin
A spectrum of shapes
Superficial beauteous forms
Cultures diversely similar
Divergent faiths bound by belief
Tribes tied to global nations
Ancestrally inherited customs
Trades, professions sundry 
Outer multitudinous variations
Inner indisputable DNA equality
Similarities in differences:
One rock – home to All....

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Existence

Can we experience
existence
without reference
to the body..?
Is this frightening..?
Or is it real freedom..?
Our bodies simply
are thought's boundaries
which corral 
the multitudinous flow
of inner thoughts and
sensations and
of outer perceptions..
All of these mind things
are temporary shape-ings
of our true nature:
an infinite and
unshaped Existence......

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Ocean of life
nurturing many
Multitudinous treasures 
hidden within

Myself a wave
floating atop
Miniscule
Ephemeral

How I enlarge myself in mind
As against flowing with winds

How much do I matter?
Why am I worrying so much?
How much is in my hands?
Surely not as much as I assume

Why not flow along wind
Enjoy the ride to shore and back

Was born in Ocean
Will merge in it.

22.09.2021
For
Constance La France
''O'' Contest, NEW POEMS...

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In the flush of hot summertime, I took the scenic route,
Up a hill of pine trees, when all of nature was in fruit!
All along the fragrant path, I relished that winding road, 
Swept away by multitudinous colors, beauty had bestowed!

The dawn had grown so lovely, with its cotton candy skies,
So like the debut of springtime, in its blushing surprise!
And I was welcomed with sweet songs, into Birdland Manor,
In the blooming golden age, of nature's youthful glamour!...

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