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ALLITERATION: BUSY BUZZING BUMBLE BEE
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee
#philosophical
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Pyric
Every single spark longs to burn
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
#LifeStruggles
#fire
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Arrow
The hawk feather gives it flight
as the stone tip its bite
but the straight shaft keeps it true
as the stone tip its bite
but the straight shaft keeps it true
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#wisdom
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Predestined
I do live without hesitation
in a realm of predestination
where where I will go
I seem to now already know
For these places I have been
are tattooed upon my skin
leave a long-lasting trace
every moment touched by grace
Deeds both right and wrong
discarded all along
the path I have chosen
in pursuit of all ambrosian
Collecting up words on the way
as I pay attention to all they say
but also all they will not
for this wisdom still sought
So, I again look for clues ...
in a realm of predestination
where where I will go
I seem to now already know
For these places I have been
are tattooed upon my skin
leave a long-lasting trace
every moment touched by grace
Deeds both right and wrong
discarded all along
the path I have chosen
in pursuit of all ambrosian
Collecting up words on the way
as I pay attention to all they say
but also all they will not
for this wisdom still sought
So, I again look for clues ...
#confessional
#fate
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Stuck… in Time
The clock on the wall
surely tells it all
forever stuck
at 4:38
While I sit here and wait
frozen in time
disarmed of all rhyme
watching the timepiece
How it cannot cease
struggling to tick
thick as a brick
suspended in eternity
I now join the fraternity
of those who just stare
not seeming to care
about the arrested technology
About broken chronology
how it does remind
us all to find
the bliss of mindfulness
surely tells it all
forever stuck
at 4:38
While I sit here and wait
frozen in time
disarmed of all rhyme
watching the timepiece
How it cannot cease
struggling to tick
thick as a brick
suspended in eternity
I now join the fraternity
of those who just stare
not seeming to care
about the arrested technology
About broken chronology
how it does remind
us all to find
the bliss of mindfulness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Entropic
What is the proper order
for disorder…
can entropic laws be broken
with the right poetry spoken
While dissecting our lives
with dull scalpel knives
one slice at a time
to excise all the rhyme
Lay it out on the table
add it to the unending fable
of all of our science
our intellectual defiance
As the universe unwinds
removes all the blinds
that keep us unenlightened
here forever frightened
By such a tangle of knots
stuck as the ink then clots
before spilling all on the page ...
for disorder…
can entropic laws be broken
with the right poetry spoken
While dissecting our lives
with dull scalpel knives
one slice at a time
to excise all the rhyme
Lay it out on the table
add it to the unending fable
of all of our science
our intellectual defiance
As the universe unwinds
removes all the blinds
that keep us unenlightened
here forever frightened
By such a tangle of knots
stuck as the ink then clots
before spilling all on the page ...
#science
#universe
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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The Taste of Wasteland
"These fragments I have shored
against my ruins" ~ T.S. Eliot
What to do with the death of self
put it up high on some shelf
where it can stay out of reach
never to be read or to ever teach
A sad state of affairs I do say
this script from a passionless play
only a soliloquy for one
before the denouement has begun
Living in this postmodern world
with the noose rope now curled
making sure that it still fits
in case it is time to call it quits
While I feel a bit like Isis
wrestle...
against my ruins" ~ T.S. Eliot
What to do with the death of self
put it up high on some shelf
where it can stay out of reach
never to be read or to ever teach
A sad state of affairs I do say
this script from a passionless play
only a soliloquy for one
before the denouement has begun
Living in this postmodern world
with the noose rope now curled
making sure that it still fits
in case it is time to call it quits
While I feel a bit like Isis
wrestle...
#confessional
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#TSEliot
#WritingPoetry
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Symmetry
For me it seems
That I walk among dreams
Lacing the new day
As I alone follow this way
All the things that matter
Always appear to scatter
Yet leaving behind
New things now left to find
Creation begets destruction
Forever feeds the disruption
Of the ever-quiet pond
Recalling what was once fond
I recite words of old poem
To carry me while I roam
Lead me down this pale trail
Before cliffs that I must scale
For each person I meet
Everyone that I dare greet
Has a...
That I walk among dreams
Lacing the new day
As I alone follow this way
All the things that matter
Always appear to scatter
Yet leaving behind
New things now left to find
Creation begets destruction
Forever feeds the disruption
Of the ever-quiet pond
Recalling what was once fond
I recite words of old poem
To carry me while I roam
Lead me down this pale trail
Before cliffs that I must scale
For each person I meet
Everyone that I dare greet
Has a...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#philosophical
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A Vessel of Time
It does always seem
that time is a vessel
a place where I may nestle
in this poetic life of a dream
Where every new scheme
winds like a wire trestle
as struggling thoughts wrestle
towards some inconsistent theme
While the thin hours still flow
dwindling down one at a time
Warmed by a lone candle glow
I strive to pen a pithy rhyme
Strutting what all that I know
trying to pretend it is not a crime
that time is a vessel
a place where I may nestle
in this poetic life of a dream
Where every new scheme
winds like a wire trestle
as struggling thoughts wrestle
towards some inconsistent theme
While the thin hours still flow
dwindling down one at a time
Warmed by a lone candle glow
I strive to pen a pithy rhyme
Strutting what all that I know
trying to pretend it is not a crime
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Entropical
Disorder is the order of the day
no matter what we say
things become more undone
things over before they have begun
Such is the solemn cross we bear
with each covenant we then tear
shred just to light all our bonfires
in the desperate hope each inspires
Far flames unfurling into the night
another pathetic sacrificial rite
changing written lines to sound
before we bury them in the ground
So wrapped up in our haste
that we cannot see the waste
of any token resistance
put on at...
no matter what we say
things become more undone
things over before they have begun
Such is the solemn cross we bear
with each covenant we then tear
shred just to light all our bonfires
in the desperate hope each inspires
Far flames unfurling into the night
another pathetic sacrificial rite
changing written lines to sound
before we bury them in the ground
So wrapped up in our haste
that we cannot see the waste
of any token resistance
put on at...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Temporal Poetics
The poetry of time
is much more than rhyme
it is its own state
its own realm
From the cadence
of each word
as it is heard
traveling down the line
To the use of space
how it can efface
any meek connection
between each stanza
As poetry becomes its world
such mysteries unfurled
safe within this room
where meaning may grow
Allows us to at last know
while we read along
how the poem does belong
timing all of its rhyming
is much more than rhyme
it is its own state
its own realm
From the cadence
of each word
as it is heard
traveling down the line
To the use of space
how it can efface
any meek connection
between each stanza
As poetry becomes its world
such mysteries unfurled
safe within this room
where meaning may grow
Allows us to at last know
while we read along
how the poem does belong
timing all of its rhyming
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Poemwise
Is it really a surprise
when the poet is wise
makes her point
with a minimum of lines
How each stanza defines
how each poem will go
riding a creative flow
guided by some philosophy
About the literal world
how each moment is unfurled
set down in freshly spilt ink
for those who still think
About the meaning of days
beyond ever prosaic ways
before each new sunrise
forever more poemwise
when the poet is wise
makes her point
with a minimum of lines
How each stanza defines
how each poem will go
riding a creative flow
guided by some philosophy
About the literal world
how each moment is unfurled
set down in freshly spilt ink
for those who still think
About the meaning of days
beyond ever prosaic ways
before each new sunrise
forever more poemwise
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#wisdom
11 reads
1 Comment
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