Short Sieving Poems

Slow sways, it meanders ~
Sandy spotted mammoth
Sieving the shallow sea…
Still that dorsal fin fear!
Some jaws don’t bite or bark
Such is deep’s largest fish…
Sized gape, my whale shark awe ~

(3/27/22)...

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Ego unseat, slowing thought flow
Feeding not lower mind
Heart acquires a radiant glow
Sieving urges unkind 

Aligning heart and head
Erst narrow cravings dead
Love suffused, we’re well-bred

Synced with love’s beat
Ego unseat 

07-January-2022
Quietus ...

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an hour farther
time art even and...
hollowed be the game

the kinks that come
can be undone from...
any nerves gone uneven

so for us these days
are daily bred for sieving...
trash from gained stuff

and get to this
our time-station to...
deliver an even-all main


stan sand





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 Boundless, the possibilities for dreamers;
Interval visions for believers
freeing time of structured sand,
sifting through clock’s hands,
allowing
fanned
imaging’s
unfettering strands
to now literally expand
sieving pictures through dreamtime’s siever.
Boundless, the possibilities for dreamers.

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2/15/15 

I’d name this form:  Etheree Hourglass ...

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“Abe, easy Dee, effigy, eight chives, Jake, ale, Em, 
any hope, peak you, arrest a ewe, feed other ewe”
                                                            ex-wife said

     she certainly SPELT it out!
     he then went on to reCOUNT

“When, too, furry forks, fave socks sieving, eat known tin”

     and there was something oddly familiar about it all
     when ex-husband and ex-wife spoke their nonsense



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Care to think of yourself,
Sieving through the mundane,
I wonder if you're expecting anything,
Is this the life, or has it not yet begun?
If so, then what is it that is this?
A preparation, a practice, perhaps
An exhibition? Or is it the one true thing,
Has it started? Am I too late,
Should I begin leaving my words behind
Lest I dare be carried downstream,
And continue dreaming the world's end,
Hopelessly begging, "When will life begin?"
As it slowly inches past me....

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The growth of a person,
Unleashed with the purest essence of life from thyself.

Wilt not slave thyself from the prowess anger,
Shalt not crave hunger for life’s threat. 

 Not even, 
Sieving through the darkness of all threatening sorrows.

This message lies the key of growth,
Of purity, of maturity.

Even as an infant,
Thou survest the strength,
Forcing for inner bravery.

Continuing for thy strength and bravery,
Finally led for the righteous justice,
Eventually succeeded for it....

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