Rambles Poems - Poems about Rambles

"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius) In certain moments, less is more. It's regarded as a cliche, but when you think hard about it, it is true in many cases. I'm not thinking in terms of wealth- in certain moments, less is more. Imagine a boring topic, now someone rambles on about- tax refunds,...

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The couch potato sits as he did long ago Since video killed the radio star and Hands that do dishes The box in the corner An ever morphing capitalists dream Long since and now It peers at us with sights and sounds The young queen, the old queen We can relate Now colored on flat screen Then the grainy image of black and white Omo, the...

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BED OF RAMBLES Nothing is certain Within the board of your game Everything is fluid Apt to change Actors as well as Scenarios Motivations and words Consequences for paths I have chose Collecting the weeds My complacency grew As my complaints are kept unheard The gardener Grim reaper Follows the anxious sewer Costly co-dependence on the unloved few I can’t have anyone Because I cannot have you If I remain denied I swear...

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Not many would pay attention Even fewer would care If I went beyond pretension And did as I dare If I let go of ambition And released my tortured soul No glory or recognition Playing the undertaker's role I wish not any sympathy For I've created my own hell Look at me with no empathy Let no tears leave their trail In days you'll learn My presence wasn't...

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Heart full of air; no blood Veins full of life; no ambition Thoughts clouded with a headache a migraine of frustration My hesitation to start or to finish.. New or old its always the same in the end. Ending with goodbye starting with hello. Simple mistakes of my conscience, To love. To learn.. To be brave in a world ha. Such a...

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My man seem to keep his emotions within, thinking his woman cannot understand him All I know is, sometimes he tells me things that’s untrue I stare at him, like I can read his mind and then, he will say I am acting like a sleuth As my mother always says, just tell the truth Our relationship can be on...

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the truth never told me a lie; if one writes a thousand poems one has a thousand poems written; everyone sees the sky as blue; Chicken Little is the only one the poet knows to see the sky as falling, therefore, the poet can imagine what it must be like to wonder if the sky...

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Too Many Rambles Tiger Woods Seems to have spread his “goods.” His life is now in shambles. From his extra-curricular rambles. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 22, 2010 Poetic form: Clerihew...

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Avebury a Wiltshire village low To windswept beacon of Ivinghoe. Eighty-five miles,vale and hill Wayfare freedoms,exhilarate and thrill. Striding downs in grassy scrub Midst trees and clumps of shrub; Shaded lanes,gates and stiles, Wayside pubs to rest awhile. Overton to Wantage plain Goring and Streatly in the rain; Chinnor to Bledlow,in freezing chill, To Buckmoor,Chequers and Coombe Hill. Wendover to Hastoe through morning dew Wigginton,Albury onto Beacon view; Natural...

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