Category Archives: Poetry

See what you can

The purpose of poetry is not to see larger The purpose is not to uncover your psyche The purpose is to see what you can see :- Doug.

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Edges of the fog

Poetry is making clear the edges of the fog Poetry is making clear the beauty of the fog Poetry is making clear the learnings in the fog :- Doug.

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Tableau of fog and valley

But life goes on and so our train moved on I knew that tableau of fog and valley and beauty will never repeat nor will its lessons yet it is important at that instant out that window I was looking … Continue reading

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Poetry signifies

Poetry signifies moving back a step or two from our normal, rational, analytical world. Poetry signifies a larger, longer, wider, more profound view. Poetry signifies slowing the mind to think more. Poetry signifies attention. Poetry signifies taking in, assimilating, being … Continue reading

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A train through the skies

Play more. Write images. Carry yourself along to larger, a train through the skies. Ghosts of you past and future. :- Doug.

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Write more

Write more. For writing is thinking. Writing is conversing. :- Doug.

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These things in your heart

I’m not actually talking about poetry. This too is poetry in the sense I mean. Thinking, ahh thinking, thinking long. Wide. Far. Pondering. These things in your heart. Playfully. :- Doug.

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Needle skips a groove

Poetry is a test run in new ways to think the needle skips a groove you hear the juxtaposition you start to sing a new song :- Doug.

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Know which to shake

Our role is to shake up and we know which things :- Doug.

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Work of dying might live

The work of dying might live in letting loose :- Doug.

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Through this catastrophe

Old ones ought to be explorers Why? Because we are less attached to raising family, making a name because we’d be good at exploring Old lawyers ought to be poets Because we’d be good at it less attached seeing wider … Continue reading

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Poetry rules

Here are the rules There are no rules Or not rhythm Or not rhyme Short lines long Get it down Let it out to play :- Doug.

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Rewriting you

Honor your poetry Write it down Converse with it Allow that it might be Rewriting you :- Doug.

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Lives cannot end

We suppose our lives cannot end Seeing how life’s stories append and upend :- Doug.

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I come alive

Poem appears I come alive :- Doug.

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Face never noticed?

What is ever before your face You’ve never noticed? :- Doug.

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Sun just cresting

Writing slows us, so we can actually think. The rest of the times those things we have are thoughts. Used thinking. The products of thinking. And they move so fast they have us. Like the slick talking used car sales … Continue reading

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