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Recipe for a Peaceful Mind Retreat
Ingredients One Open-Minded Person: It just takes one who is as open as a window on a warm spring day, willing to allow the breezy into the mind.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Buddha
Forever and ever Frozen in supplication Praying for release _______________________ Frozen green Moss covered Stone statues
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Military Land Grabber
There is a city called osogbo, Osogbo is a peaceful city where men and women choose to be farmers before military men started disturbing them over the land dispute.
By Olapade Hammed2 years ago in Poets
Got a Quick Five?
Never be off Always be on Always be green Always checking Always always always always be closing
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Months Poem
January stars fresh They call it the New year Joy spreads through bone and flush Resolutions line up fear already wasted a year, it's a sad song
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Finding Treasure in the Dark
I dive into the garden shed To escape the sudden hail Listening to its thwumping, icy, drumbeat on the tin roof My phone flashlight flashes in an arc on shapes in the dark
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Vanilla
Running from the hail stepped into a spiderweb I lost my compass *********** My moral compass Won’t allow me To serve you
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Careen
These black holes are practically irresistable, whisking me away into voids of ecstacy. I try to avoid them, changing my trajectory towards bodies
By Eden Bell2 years ago in Poets
Away
I am at home on the road Moving from place to place Never setting any roots Always setting my own pace Stability not meant for me
By Christopher O'Sullivan2 years ago in Poets
In Talking
Studies have shown that having a brain is a high risk factor for brain cancer; how comforting to know that as one of those referred to by the scarecrow above, as among those without a brain who talks or writes incessantly, I need not fear any danger of cerebral Big C.
By AponPaeng2 years ago in Poets
I think about you every day
I forget what you look like. Kind of. You know what I mean. I won't look back to old photos of happier times. I can't. The artist in my mind cannot mix the colors to complete the outlined image of you. Is your skin still sun-kissed or are you working too much to spend days dancing in the sunshine? Does your hair still go down to your butt or have you cut it since? I haven't gotten over how indifferent the world is that you and I are not together. Distance and time don't fight fairly. I'm not an out of sight out of mind type person. You consume my mind on a daily basis. Quite frankly, you haunt my existence. It's true what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. But darling, I am fonded out. I famishly break into soup kitchens slurping the leftover mush of your entire being. I live off our memories like koi fish live off wishful pennies that won't be answered in passerby coin ponds. I create visions of us that never occurred and explore them ad nauseam.
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Fleece Is
So this has been a tough winter here. Yes, it’s Florida, but I don’t remember this many cold days in a row. Weeks of morning temperatures in the low 30s has worn me down like a piece of sea glass. Yes, it’s true- I was born and raised in Canada, and there are photos of me as a teenager in a snow suit, driving a team of horses on a sleigh ride in the woods. Me, grinning from ear to ear in -50 degrees. I was young and stupid then too.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets