Best Lolls Poems

Written: January 04, 2025 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Line of inquiry:
“free from conditioned belief 
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
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An animal control officer
tugs a pit-bull out of a backyard.
It is snagged on a long pole.

The animal is eager to cooperate,
its large head lolls passively.
Crows foreshadow in a nearby tree.
 
Few die secretly,
there is always a viewing
conducted by strangers.
The officer and the pit-bull
seem to know...

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Drunken moon





      monstrous white crystal
      excited lolls in dark sky
      dripping the moonlight








Haiku- 5/7/5
Written July 3rd, 2015
By Dr.Upma A.Sharma
For contest "Drunken moon" by SKAT A...

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You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished, adrift
Midst loneliness and impotence, found sleep blessed
To wake and find...

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legs bouncing more than normal
mind streched in a million diffrent ways

Chest begins to tighten
my head starts to lighten
Energy build up
overflowing like a cup

hands shake
mind break.

panic rising
energizing.

Can't sit still.
shaking gets stronger

I 
 cant
        Think
     ...

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moon lolls on the sea
admiring its reflection
drunk with vanity


~Abdul Malik, 7/2/15
~Drunken Moon contest by SKAT A...

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*Image of Winslow Homer's 'The Gulf Stream' provided by, The Metropolitan Museum of Art

TrueheARTedness
Poetic Form: Rhyme

Neath lolls the abyss, some monster shifts, ontop heaves mammoth swells --
ship wane toy'ishly, rocked side to side, amidst the roaring sea.
Accomplished panoramic art, celebrates the scape by heart,
for Winslow...

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The author of creation lolls in his hammock as his ears feed on the crunch of his book.
And September dangles its anklets at my porch;
Butterflies are playing catch in the garden
And birds are knitting their mansions. 
The flirty breeze sneaks to my bedroom window with...

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I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old friend, Holy Ghost.
His favourite music he'd put there to share
such as Handel's 'Messiah' or 'Te Deum',
While he lolls about sat...

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Of fathoms far below the surface of time
Crystalline white on the surf you roll ‘n slide
Enduring realms, onyx-deep, where pressures climb,
a glittering dust astride current ‘n tide
Navy lolls where you’re the star in sapphire’s prime
Close to shallows, on aquamarine you glide
Resplendent diamond sparkling on sunny...

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She turns on the tv:

Death smiles back at her again,

Cannily, comfortably.



The face of the so-called expert on the tv screen

Suddenly breaks into a ferral canine smile.

He is momentarily bug-eyed,

His tongue lolls

As he laughs along with his fellow so-called

Experts appearing on the warmongering, corporate, 

Mainstream, so-called...

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SOLE EXPEDITION OF MY SOUL EXPOSITION  

Your sole expedition
of my soul exposition:
Day and night falls, 
My thought calls, 
Flushed faced as staring walls,
Vizarded like blinking dolls, 
Frightened fixed eyeballs, 
And my frameless vision,
Was your passionless passion;
Fulfilling your heartbreaking mission; 
Left me motionless, lolls,
The envisioned...

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At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight,
Whenever a voluptuous moon
lolls low on a silvery serene sea
and gilds the canopy of trees,
the hilltops, the meandering streams
and the languorously reclining lakes.

My muse appears to me 
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration 
to a...

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And tell them about a person to whom We revealed our message
But later he did not listen to Our advices
When the Satan took his senses away
So he became one of those who go astray.

And if We intended
We would undoubtedly have exalted him by it
But he...

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"There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn 
and taken away from us at dusk." ~ Jean-Paul Sartre
 
It’s a twilight time
and a veil of serenity
descends over the earth, 
the sun lolls momentarily 
upon the calm waters
of...

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