Introspection Time Poems

As the clocks creep,
unknown...
again, 
my summer's call,
of Calendulas,
and Cotswold stone,
crumbles,
in compliance,
that this, beauty, 
cannot be…here,
just for me, 
alone. 


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As clouds march behind the larger one ahead,
I think about one step at a time being easier instead
When dealing with life's big changing events,
it can...

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I have come to a crossroad in time
knowing I should let go of the past
but I keep recalling many things sublime
and I must now...

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We see feeble form decay
and death will soon have its way,
which makes tremulous heart sigh,
at our wasted life gone by.

Scriptures affirm God exists
but lingering doubt...

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Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always...

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When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, 
and the sunless days desolately misty, 
to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze 
in the miasma of...

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Moonlight pulsates on the sea
and leaves an intermittent glow
   of dappled light
these wandering waves of wonder
   land on the barren shore
where...

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Our Stolen Days

The given days we take,
Childlike, heedless of consequence.
We swallow them as our due,
Our entitled share of happiness
Or, at least, consideration of the stake
Each...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever...

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                      Elusivity

In the realm...

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18 years had past and i knew it all,  just living carefree, having a ball.
Thought i knew love, true love i was sure,
Got engaged...

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During the Deacon Preachin' Weekend 
the deacon recommended unplugging
going offline to avoid screen addiction
no games, not texts, no emails, nothing
disconnecting, in order to connect --
to...

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I can sit alone with minutes
and minutes into hours
stacking them like bricks
and making many towers
so as I sit in towers
and thought’s a mighty wall
there’s depth...

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           if I ever meet myself

  I probably wouldn't recognise me

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touch of a friend when ill
thoughts of past adventures
tender moments of love
trusting beyond knowing
times my compassion won
two lives becoming one
triumph through tragedy
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