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Best Poems Written by Dufus Glubmore

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An honest look up

Man, someone remind me, what I did!
Who I was and still wasn’t.
Who I became is not the same,
And change is change, but this is just derange.
What did I do? I say…
Where was the fork in the road?
How have I’ve lost in the sand and the snow?
Maybe the better question, though - what will I do?

God, someone forgive me, what I’ve done!
What I’ve none to know it was.
What I’ve become I can’t explain,
And change is still change, but I’m just deranged!
What have I done? I may…
Recall that fork in the woods?
How I’d might find myself tripped on the roots
When the meadow was just there…

Now that’s despair.
Well, I didn’t care.
But watching the other ones frolicking won’t get me anywhere.
Maybe the better question… so - what will I do?

Same question, aye?
But there’s no such thing as same.
A good, honest look up…
We’ll look there. I see my destination.

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Feelings

I feel
As if my eyes
Are nowhere to be seen
And it’s just me.

I feel
As though my soul
Has nothing to be found.
What is this sound?

Ah, yes,
The beating heart.
Though broken, but bleeding,
But beautiful - the Art!

I feel
As well my path
Is no-one’s to be deemed.
But that’s just me!

…
I feel
As I did then
When knowing needed this healing.
Why this again?
…

And, yes,
The beaten road.
Though broke and bare bones,
But beautifully - my Own!

And I feel
Alone.

I feel
Still.

But, no,
Not nothing.

I feel.
Still.

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No Contest

There is an end in sight.
Thought that is not so bright!
There is strife
That we must climb: both you & I!

Stand!
To be Grand
But just about
the Ground.

Run!
To be Gone
As long along
the Fog.

Fly!
To be High
Only to reach
the Sky...

There is no finish line.
Though this just finds me fine!
There is life
This is just right: for you & I.

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A Proper Place

And
We should not be here
in the first place:
in last place
in the worst space.
This Earth! The Disgrace!
But
should we be here
at the right time:
at due time
at the fine line.
This Life! The Great Race!

So
Save yourself: a piece
Of peace in one hand.
Still
Stick to what your gut
Would: want at one hand.

For
There is a proper place
for Everything:

A place to live,
And a place to die.
A place to love,
And a place to cry.
A place to borrow,
And a place to pay.
A place to day,
And a place to morrow.
A place to dance,
And a place to stand.
A place to fall,
And all and all is all the same!
A place to start,
And a place to step.
A place to stop,
And a place to stay.
A place to speak,
And a place to cease.
A place to be in
And a place to keep in.
A place to breathe,
And a place to beat.
A place to race
And place to place as all the same!

All
Is closer than you think.
Everything is there.
A proper place
for Everywhere.

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Whatever

Whatever happens ~
It will;
However action
At will!
Simply is Destiny
these two things:
How you act and

What is happening?
Will we ride the tides of life & time?
Will we wind up sunk to bed instead?
Will we act all we will,
All accept what we won't?

How is this happening?
Well, we find the tides of life & time.
Well, we wake up from the bed instead.
Well, we do all we can,
All accept what we can't...

Whatever happened ~
That was;
Whatever - for now
This is!
Sometimes, it's how it is,
Whatever
Just so happens.

Whoever this happens
to be;
You can not
Act all pretending! But intending
to Be.

Act alright away;
With will we'll well way!

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Whenever this happens
to you;
It will not
Happen for ever! But will happen
for You.

Life is as you make it;
Time is as you take it!

But whatever...

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Plagued by Memories

"You do not think!
You do not learn!
You only play
With fire & burn.

You will not speak.
You will not cry.
You simply wait
For me to die."

Well, it is I
Have held my tongue
For all this time.
Now you are gone.
Now I am done.

Well, it is you
Whose Memory
Lives on in me.
No - Not memory.
Yes - Misery!

I was never good with words.
I was a quiet child.

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We all know who this is about

Believe in me,
Because you cannot be
Alone in your thoughts.
A lie might make true what is not!

Be feared, be scared,
Be ware of what I am.
A love, a warm drain,
Along will wash your filthy brain…

And because I am one of you,
I know every one of you.
I know just what to do!
And I know this too:
   When you blindly find something to lead,
   It is a cry for help.
   It could be a calf, it could be anything!
   When you do what goes against your
   heart
   It is a cry for help.
   It is all good if you feel good from a chart.
   When you choose to prefer your own
   wellness over the worlds’.
   It is a cry for help.
   It is natural knowing fright when what you
   won’t understand unfurls.
   When you believe in me,
   It is a cry for help…
   I am all you can see!
And I will answer it,
The answer I am.
Yes, it is always a cry for help,
Because you cannot be yourself…