Relating Poems - Poems about Relating

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze, It’s like trying to escape a thought maze. As the bits and pieces accumulate, How will they connect, how will they relate? We try to relate them to things we know. Each thought should be placed right where it should go. So many topics to assimilate, We constantly add and have to update. Without...

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in the corners of my mind dusty piles of letters and words I’m trying to sweep into a manageable meaningful mass * raindrops like inked letters falling through mind onto page * SUNLIGHT primary cause of melanomas activating limbs while evaporating words before they touch the...

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Communicating and Relating With Had thought about it and were contemplating, Ways we can be communicating and relating, And to say, Every day, Should always try thanking and congratulating. Jim Horn...

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Idealistic? I certainly hope so. Hopeful? I dare to say yes. Optimistic? I need to believe I am. Believable? I do not care one whit about that. Truthful? Undoubtedly, sometimes a bit too much so. Lovable? It depends on my mood, and how well I like you....

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(On the donkey) No cheese Just grease. Cogwheels Life seals. Ceilings Dealings. Lots smiles Did miles....

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Fascinating Relating So what's the use with muse. Seems to be becoming quite a redundant word. Methuselah was musenthical. He was the oldest muse to ever see the misuse of muse in the world who was ever known. Interesting. Many things people may find fascinating Wondering how together things are relating To the methodical matter now at hand Why do in jail some...

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the season-change of the vagrant pole-star easily picks up a sip from the list of ducks of the night-watchers standing on the bye-lane of the horse-race … by the weight of the confession made by the spelling-mistakes of a moonlit night to the lotus-leaves … the amputated tongues of the night-bulbs gradually rolls down...

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When I met earth She was solid felt good between my toes When I met fire He was hot crackly and exciting When I met water She was swell cleansingly refreshing When I met wind He was cool always on the go Signed up Time passed Found out that Earth quakes Fire bakes Water boils Wind roils Scared me 'til I real eyesed I 'm scary, too. Now we try to remember to hug eachother frequently....

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