Unknowing Poems - Poems about Unknowing

The serpent hissed, on the first day of school, looking around to find a group to poison a group to fool. It's slitted eyes wandered around searching and searching. at last the serpent found, the fools laughing and smiling. The serpent went, its black heart beating with eagerness the smell of innocence. it was addicting. The fools invited the serpent with open arms unknowing of...

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At Peace A dark cloud of cancer looms on the horizon. Will it simply pass or rest above me, and shower demise? Or will the clouds break with the power of thanksgiving love, And His wonderful face shine on me? Will I allow a shadowed and troubled soul invite mourners, Or break in tears by fallen loved ones who no longer...

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I would speak to you Of two worlds, And diverged roads, But you’ll tell me, Why do I see none? I would paint lines to you, Tell you how they bend, What curves they make, What areas they dissect, I would tell you all, Yet those lines, They will always remain, Invisible to you....

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looking through mind’s eye as if in a trance perhaps due to circumstance or perchance the last dance then again on the fly without condescending blending all elements in sight I start to cry wolf wolf the fear has arrived disguised but still here feel the fear blowing in the winds of fate unknowing death seeks to end the lie just die bye bye die then come again...

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Be confounded. Raise a thousand doubts, trust not words or the light of the moon – it has none. Be troubled, your safety lies in utter bewilderment. A learn-ed parrot once instructed a Robin Red Breast, the robin cocked its head befuddled by the echoic redundancy of the parrots lecture. Which bird was wiser? A donkey carrying a load of books is still a donkey. Claim your right to be wonderstruck, unknowing,...

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Be confounded. Raise a thousand doubts, trust not words or the light of the moon – it has none. Be troubled, your safety lies in utter bewilderment. A learn-ed parrot once instructed a Robin Red Breast, the robin cocked its head befuddled by the echoic redundancy of the parrots lecture. Which bird was wiser? A donkey carrying a load of books is still a donkey. Claim your right to be...

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I watched intently My eyes In conflict, to not know To not have ever witnessed, this which Now unfolds before my eyes. I'm beyond the age of a child That seeks shelter in mother's bosom I'm beyond that of a young buck who has Caught the scent & pursues his first love I'm not to the age that my skin Resembles...

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Am I from the darkness of complete nothing Do I return to darkness from whence I came Am I alive and free to do anything Do I live a small illusion in a game You who have neither beginning or ending Bestow us a spirit of knowledge to give Where have we come from and where are we going And what we...

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Devotion Poem Seven, The Unknowing (Written for Jim Eslinger, as I face complex surgery) The difficult coming days shall combine Into a memory of run hours. And the hours all combined into minutes Of final rushed movements: ours and So many nameless faces with their business And forgotten words of orders to be followed. Minutes that shall become so suddenly Crushed Into seconds of a...

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Epitaph for My Father, an Everyman (Written with John Hughes in mind, as he will understand) One night in particular, I recall, inside a restaurant, (although I hadn’t noticed any problem) my father Shouted, yes, more a shout than a question, “Don’t you know who I am!” This regional, southern PA tennis champion,; This small...

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today for me presently is 3/5/2019 break it down 20 -19 =1 as 5 -3 =2 so 1 +2 =3 and 2 +3 =5 and so on and on and so on and... forever fibernocci is all i see so you and i become geometrical sensibilities romantic anomalies subsequently sensuality without being for e v e r . . ....

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From darkness, deep, deep and black-- we are born into mist and fog, into the Cloud of Unknowing where we can see only shapes and shadows as we struggle... lost, fearful, half-blind, wanting clarity...seeking God, but stumbling, always prone to tripping in the dark....

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True judgment, the seed of disagreement, Can never exist without true knowing. Prognosticators spread in allegement, Sages sternly warn of evil sowing. Who can say what happens behind closed doors, Shrouds of unknowing, known only by one. Everyone else can create all horrors, Only assuming what was truly done. Such ignorance leads to adverse actions, Advancing accused perpetrator's doom. Separating others into factions, Sealing the stone...

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Looking around, trying to hide wanting to be seen, acting dumb, nothing known, my senses stay so keen. ...

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Worthless, yet lucky little David! Inexperienced, the bright delirium (a bedroom game) of a future soliloquy playing coy backslides Her into salt and you resign yourself to Jopah. Beware the Fish. Perchance this dream of yours takes the form of Cybele; or a fountainous grin words cannot hate; or an ethereal world full of yellow gas that overwhelms with happiness. No rum till the sun flies limpid...

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