Memory Wisdom Poems

Balance is difficult for me -- 
generally leaning one way 
or the other

if not oscillate
more apt to choose that
additional cold beer, 

wanting to capture sunset

squeeze...

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Just like this vessel, we all bear
Marks of struggle, signs of wear.
But beneath the surface, deep within
Lies the essence of who we have been.

Like a...

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The Mind's Labyrinth

In the quiet chambers of thought,
Where neurons weave their intricate dance,
Lies the mind—a labyrinth of wonder,
A cosmic tapestry spun by chance.

I. Echoes of...

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memory imagery 
both boon and bane
as on one hand wisdom
and on the other, presumption 
thus we release imagined knowing
and rest peacefully in the vibrant now...

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My first enemy was one I should have loved
He claimed that he loved me but I suppose not enough
He carved the gaps in all my...

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Olden knowledge should smolder
As smoke rising from an ember -
Universal but not common -
Peculiar but not forgotten.
Tell me of those days of yore -
Of circumstances...

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there it once was
dreams with wings
once there was love
with joy then tears
eventually broken hearts

My wisdom whispered:

"life is beautifuL
with joy and pain
the aches of love
and despair"

So...

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I know I'm slightly losing it and Jill sees that now too,
So all we can but hope for is to Bluster and to Woo.
What If...

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Beauty appears as different things to different people
It may be the reaching up of a towering steeple 
Or something pleasing to the eye
Like blending blues...

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Summon your demons, devils, and wraiths,
visit moments of hurt and loss.
Replay what might have been, wrestle with regrets,
Do “if only” scenes haunt your past?

I follow...

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The past is made of ashes stoked by the warm fires from what was once the present. They lay before me in the fireplace—heaped together,...

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From my experience anyway
the face of a clock is generally
the face or faces of loved ones

hands~ our contribution of little 
extremities that grow, fingers into...

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Autumn grieves for summer,
Whispering her anguish to the morning,
Sighing sorrow, a heart torn, 
Sorrow born from the dying leaves,
Rustling in the winds who sing…

Melancholy, darkness...

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"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller


Like...

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We are our dreams

doubts and fears

flicks of escape,
a spirit that recalls
and schemes to move 
on

Prophets say, “we sleep, 
and many know not they
are dead”

impressed, our...

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