Short Reappearing Poems

wandering minds
whispering thoughts
ocean of her eyes
totality of existence
ripples are reappearing
quietly half open lips
quivering waiting
gathering star
seeds
legion of angels 
dance
i am 
drowning
in her vast
and deep ocean...

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Tiny toes,
Little footprints
In the sand
Each following
One after the other
Wandering
Sometimes up a slight rise
Sometimes 
Close to the water’s edge
For a moment
Blurred outlines lost
Reappearing after the wash wave
Pray little footprints
Be always safe
Life and strife
Can wash them away
But only love
Can make them stay...

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Hearing is important
But what’s often very clear
Is that sometimes what’s been said
Goes in and out the other ear.

But listening gives access to
The message that’s implicit
And those who fail to do so
May be quick to just dismiss it.

The difference may seem subtle
Yet when hurt keeps reappearing
It’s a sign that no one’s listening
To words they’re merely hearing....

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RETURN OF THE BOAT

Waiting on the quayside at dawn,
Anxious eyes strained  to sea
Their men home from o’er the horizon
In a still small boat ploughing
Through the mighty rough combers,
Now disappearing , now reappearing.
Glad to have them back home
From the deep unknown where
Only a wooden plank separates
Life from the depth,
As she crosses the bar
To ease down to the quayside....

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Pacing around the room
Reckless as ever
Thinking about it
Left me speechless

That salty smell and the cold wetness
Cloudy are the dreams
The signs keep reappearing
Should I be obliged to disclose?

Never have I seen it
They should know 
Its coming
The words were written

Unexpectandly surfacing
Uncontrollable it will be
Unreachable it will become
Unstoppable for all time...

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I dreamt of pain and sorrow,
Waking up wishing there was no tomorrow,
My face covered in tears,
How I ever lived all these years?
Is a mystery to all my peers.

Life has flashed me by once before,
Death reappearing at my door,
To take my soul once more.
Reappearing dreams still shadow in my mind,
Of bad memories that happened once upon a time,
That scarred my soul for all of time....

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On a rainy gray Friday
I sat and thought of you;
thought of prices paid
just for your company;
thought of lonely days,
silent days, lengthened days,
with no sight or sound of you.
It’s not the past I fear,
but the future I dread.
A future with no certainty
except of pain and longing,
never satisfied, eased only
for moments, reappearing
stronger for the respite.

Submitted Aug 30, 2016...

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Creatures of nature
Nature’s creations of life
Deliver ingeniously
Call of the crow slow
Disappearing in a mist
Reappearing once again
Whipple wills whistle
Loud to soft they continue
Near but far they speak sharply
Wind flowing constant
Every direction then
Lazily departing up
Raindrops heartedly
Drift silently until stopped
Creating wondrous quick sounds
Bees flying so low
Flutter erratically
Creating sizzling humming...

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