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Best Poems Written by Sand Blown

Below are the all-time best Sand Blown poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Quietly Change Their Behavior

morning cbc
alert to all consumers
your program's been writ

wall street controls andt
the object is behavior
it is to be changed

without one's knowledge
through psychological names
on consumer goods

to millenials
you are right for the fodder
that feeds the machine

you get what you buy
technology addiction
it's all in the name

and you've got sore feet
walking all day with head down
the world escaped

to your private cell
or your home pad your i-pod
movie in private

your present was writ
technology has you trapped
the institution

provides walking-cells
and i-pods (latin: sore feet)
just another screen


stan sand

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Net Dreams

dreams of rest
that are bequest
good fortunes
on the mile
old english
(the final wish)
a cause for one to smile
for what hath naught
time forgot
all but for the script
stroke of pen
age from then
and now the time of trick
the dreams of when
(that ads do send)
taken with a smile
from times of old
warm or cold
are debt with a smile

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Arts and Sciences Rock

industrial and
banker...politician and
military man

they are all the same...
when running the world for us
it's profit for them

why not people from...
say...the arts sciences as
our freedom leaders

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The Balancing Act

what forms shapes of thought
that understanding exists
between opposites

contradictories
languages and their meanings
negated and cleared

that understanding
exists between opposite
forms and shapes of thought


stan sand

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The Blue Door

the smooth jazz café
dark roast and espresso shot
three sugar one cream

served in a dark cup
coffee bean image table
background bach blues band

comfy chill out sounds
smooth relax bossa nova
viola snare drums

cello string upbeat
piano caffeine downbeat
calm sax easy street


stan sand

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The Cultivators

the cultivators

taught how to walk and talk
they approached as a group
each with a bowl of bread
given unto them by a lord
trying to speak and be strong
i said, "time moves along,
it, can't stand here all day
in contest.....i say...you say"
then they all talked at once
in different directions
throwing corrections
at everything i'd pronounce
my resources mustered
as their actions grew flustered
as my patience waned 
at their reactions
their creations grew louder,
i said, "just cut the chowder,
leave now please, and don't come back"
the storm eased and mine was the final thunder clap
long since when
i've not seen them again
i can tell you they are much less
than sourly missed
in fact they've dropped off
their radar somewhere else,
excepting, of course
for their last recourse
(every once in a while)
a pamphlet at the door

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Quantum Butterflies

butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen

quantum butter however flies as...everywhere

when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat

greasing particles...so to speak

along times imaginary...numbered axes

and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative

some pre-caused destination point in a...four dimensional universe

the medium of which is termed a...trefoil population of

quantum butterflies with two wing speeds....'c'!?...an on or off


stan sand

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A Lightness of Hunger

is
what
what is...
what is what
is what is now...now...
all the whens and the might have beens...
a captivating time space wonderland called...the now...
a stability without hunger to consume and fill all from an emptiness void


stan sand

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Time-Space Heaven

space-time serves a purpose
being that, said 'space' is predetermined but,
it is dimensions of the fourth that matter
from depths to surface; a return from hell

(...till late at night that which mattered
would be broken, smote, and shattered
oers't my chamber floor, and
nothing more...)

now in the sun
i see
what it 'means'
to be free
 
(...uh! space-time
determined,
and, there-by
vermin...)

space changes,
it is a measure,
of time,
time rules

(the being
...time-space
...ah...
the god)

in time-space
now i find a way, andt
enjoy each and every second
of each and every day

(...i'm stll here
...never stray
...one foot in the grave
and eventually on my way)

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They Walk Amongst Us

amongst the billions of people
there be some very sensitive
to others feelings...pains
sensed and unconscious
expression digested
they present statistical
probability they can read minds...
that is only just part of this 'scenario'
a situation where-in people hide