Short Preconceptions Poems
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Robert Morris did persist
as a well known minimalist
Preconceptions will just melt
when viewing installation so heart ' felt'
A Few twisted minds
or if people combine,
it’s a perception untwined or a deception well tried.
If everyone’s kind
and see’s preconceptions as lies
people unite
Then the masses Aline
Bound by preconceptions of what is and what cannot be,
we condemn and deny life's inherent duplicity,
that birds sing the songs of God is truly reality
and our thoughts and dreams take flight like leaves from an autumn tree.
Sometimes preconceptions
Hit the nail right on the head.
Reality gives suppositions
Double thumbs-up cred.
We tend to make predictions
When our feeling’s very strong
But the thing with preconceptions is
That half the time they’re wrong.
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
Mirror, no preconceptions,
Honesty, truthfully
Watching a woman
Who grows from young girl to old woman.
The mirror becomes
Part of the woman’s self
The mirror becomes a lake.
She sees herself and tears flow…of revelation.
The woman will always come back…
And meet her friend of truthfulness.
perception is not 9/10ths of the law
possession is the thing that counts
it is your perception that I'm
obsessing about the possession you have got
from the conception I wanted to be the possession
but all of my perceptions were wrong
because of deception there were some preconceptions
that my extrasensory perception failed to catch
"The greatest unrest in this world
comes from noises & sounds we create"
Parapet Of Beauty
Blossoming thoughts of candor beneath a parapet of beauty
Our he/she God has abandoned all preconceptions
that is what compassion does in the name of love!
Lets place our existence in the arms of a shimmer-Deity
lets hold our tongue silent & stretch out our arms instead
No time left to beg or borrow.
Here lies my friend; bone and marrow.
A quiet place finally found.
A soul at peace in hollow ground.
His headstone placed within a row.
Yet, lonely, as an old scarecrow.
A journey that’s sure to astound.
Where preconceptions come unbound.
My ol’ friend, oh how I wish we could speak of it all tomorrow—
Then, I could dry my eyes and stop watering these seeds of sorrow—
When I see a homeless man on the street,
I imagine myself there in his place.
Wrapped in a blanket, on the cold concrete,
a broken man who has fallen from grace:
begs for coins as the tears run down his face.
He's not garbage; he's a human being:
that feels the same as you and me inside.
Besides the obvious, you're not seeing
his hurt: set your preconceptions aside,
and grasp the shame of having lost one's pride.
No mission,unless it’s God’s mission ,no germination without nurture for no harvest without preparation. Nuture with tender loving care crossing bridges, breaking ground,assumptions& preconceptions dismantled and destroyed. Welcoming & warm,not in our natural strength but empowered by grace to stand and be and be set free to befriend and to acquaint, to witness and pray.
Proclaim the Good News,of life now and to come,be placed as sons ..as one.
The Mirror is my forbode
It shows fragility in my face
but my mental self preservation
still resides
I am dancing with light
Rim and Refractive light interludes
bringing her reflective nature to fore
I am rewarded with both fear and delight
But I come without tears
Questions come to me
What should and could I have been
An Academic or A Police Officer
but my mirror comes without preconceptions
I am a drowned Man
The ghost of the future
there is power herein the roots and vines
soil and grass and trees entwines
cathedrals of silence hewn of bone
stripped of flesh to rest alone
within a place where human eyes
may never see nor improvise
their preconceptions of the dead
where death shifts with relentless tread
and stamps his everlasting seal
on all that once was corporeal
and in the peel of windchime keys
sings ribs and legs and ivories
and skulls with empty sockets bare
no longer see...no longer care
Transfixing with emotional content
and images too vivid to ignore,
it came to conquer Earth from inner space,
insidiously seeking to present
reflections of daily experience
and threatening to blast preconceptions
by simply revealing through printed words
at spoken venues, in popular songs,
and in theatrical performances
the true depth of the human condition.
Author's note: This is an original poetic form I call the CENTENCE. It is a one-hundred-syllable, blank-verse, single sentence.