Short Stream Of Consciousness Poems

the gentle touch
my stream of consciousness
takes a new path...

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With line upon line
I am drowning in my own
stream of consciousness...

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Over analysis
leads to paralysis
Stream-of-consciousness
leads to understanding
when warranted
~~~~~~~~~~
whatta trip...

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A bit of rhythm
A bit of rhyme
A stream of consciousness
That sounds as it should
Over breaths of time.

3.1.2022 c njb 4:16...

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spawn leaped from the page
splashing, rollicking awhile
swimming headlong up
a stream of consciousness to
generate ideas -- exits....

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stream of consciousness
rippling flow of energy  ~
source for good or ill


02.02.20

Senryu On Mind Poetry Contest -sponsored by Jenish Somadas...

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I’m writing my life story
Over and over
Without stopping to edit
Stream of consciousness
Through vast and varied terrain
Fresh and familiar in the same
Breath each
Time well spent....

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a sky of clarity
        rain
an ocean of words
        spawn
a river of thoughts
        flow
a stream of consciousness
        share
a pond of cure
        guide
tide pools of knowing
        toward
thinning puddles of calm
all aware to a last drop...

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Walk into my third dimension
The verbal stream of consciousness 
My inner sanctum
Fixate on the journey ahead
Luring your normal thinking  habits into asphyxiation 
Seep into my abyss of endless knowledge 
While your mind and soul  wade through my psyche 
Oh its an entity you'll yearn for...

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sudden&
             momentary
manefestations
    in
        messages
a divine
           deliverance
a
   showing forth
                   in gesture
&
   memorable phrase

a disclosure
of the innate
                  inner being
in
    fragments
                     of feeling...

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Drops of oil
Scar the soul
Scare the mind
Steal the life

Dead
Cold

Frigid and still
Creeping vines
Inching in the dark
Sealed rosebuds
Fall to the ground
Trembling in the wind

Vultures
Beak and Talon
Silhouette against the moon
Darkness under the wing

Tick
Tock

Midnight

Tick
Tock

Die...

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You can't pizazz good poetry
It's more of a creepy, crawly thing.
How do you like my alliteration?
Stop snorting, good golly
(prescribing popcorn pureed in petulance)
okay, at least I tried... truly ;)
ps, am not into popularity.
just jivin.
don't dawdle
or drivel or drink much or dribble or
worry
stream of consciousness....
Ms. Mills taught me that
seems surreptitious to stop suddenly.
So I shall....

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Flow the water mercurial, 
lapping foreign shores; 
in amniotic heaven, 
endlessly explores. 
Ripples ever growing, 
spread in rainbow light, 
expanding and refracting, 
filtered clear and bright. 
Connected to the babble 
of the whispering water's voice; 
plugged into the gentle 
rushing symphony of noise. 
Flow maternal tears, 
streamed past lips upturned in smile; 
pools and leas and waterfalls 
for mile on mile on mile......

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Lost in haze,floating in endless absence of body.
Awaken in direct sight of pearl white gates.
Lead off to visions of my mothers' face.
She calls''Reach for me baby.''
Longing for her hand,my stance of no control slips.
I fall into darkness.
Lifting up in bed,I shiver cold from sweat.
If not real?My tears would not exist.


The Stream Of Consciousness Contest.....
sponsored by...Debbi Guzzi
written by..Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29...

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Allowing great alembics access over hill and glade and brush and dale of mind and swimming softly through the river running up fantastic meadows speckling valleys round the bay ensconced by lighting strikes and thunder booms across the Roman sky above the Irish ground and all throughout the savage peasant towns of lies of great and small import but all the time of luscious past and pregnant present and the future’s wide embrace of mighty life....

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Her abusive behaviour,
Between a rock and a hard place,
A mittimus nature,
To get one’s rocks off,
A riveting street credibility,
A stream of consciousness.

Her abusive behaviour,
A roll up fierce,
To strengthen someone’s hand,
A figurist Rockumentary,
To fall foul of forward,
To make one’s fortune.

Her abusive behaviour,
Gleaming on soft tips,
Rolling a golden orange,
Under a necklace petals,
To remove the scales
From someone’s eyes....

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Mothers Day always trips sadness
in me since her death years ago;
impelling a circuitous
journey of memories that flow
within a stream of consciousness
always the same, unabated.
It’s queer how an act of congress
can regress a mind effected
in such a way as to cause tears.
I guess stranger things have happened
and will happen over the years.
Though measured in nanoseconds
these yearly memories of her
are all that remains of mother....

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Ephemera hung from the philosopher’s stoned mind

A plethora of rubies dangled at the heart of suspense

Diaphanous souls mingled at crossroads of thought

Seeping miasma and fragrance cutting diamond’s edge

Archetypes flowing at the rubicon of incisive return


16th February 2020

I chose the words in bold for no reason other than they came to my mind. Let me 

call it stream of consciousness, or poetry in motion ......

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