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Best Poems Written by Richard Thistle

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Thelonious

Quiet introvert 
Weaving eardrum tapestries  
Spaces in between

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Lifestyle

legs churning
lungs burning 
feet heavy
heartbeat unsteady 

another mile to go 
toughness time to show 
now or never go for the glory 
thats the story 

late night hours 
no fear, never cowers
shifting gears
to the crowd's cheer's 

given up many an indulgence 
to be an athlete of influence
a mover and a shaker 
never to be mistaken for a faker 

lion-hearted 'till the end
rev up the engine for the last bend 
goal is the finish line
lean at the tape for the time 

win or lose it's all the same
what matters is how you play the game
did you give it your all 
did you leave it all on the line until your fall 

leave nothing to be desired 
like clay to be fired 
molded by sacrifice 
nothing else would suffice 

this is the life of an athlete 
but not just any athlete, a long distance athlete
barrel chested
endorphin injected

solitary 5 am runs
missing out on time spent with chums 
reflecting amongst nature
finding solace below the creator 

its all worth it
a life spent being fit
making friends galore
each mile, never a bore 

a tightly nit fraternity 
miles and miles to eternity 
its more than running
a lifestyle, ongoing 

lace em' up and let it go 
let your inner self glow
strength and courage radiate
never to quell or intimidate 

simply to live
leaking life like a sieve 
with no fear 
crystalline clear

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Revolution

Some are shiny 
Fuel injected or carbureted   
Hands washed after work or grimy 
Green lights anticipated

Some are small block
Bored out pistons roar
Pride, nothing stock
New valves, what a chore 

Overhead cams pushed to the limit
Rocker arms at full extension 
Gears a ’grinding, spin it 
Timing belt at full tension  

Intake manifold a ’breathing
Camshaft spinning 
Exhaust seething  
Races, if lucky, winning 

Linear forces generated 
Altered chemical synergy   
Fuel incinerated
Glorious mechanical energy

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Beginnings

Punch after punch
Symphony of swift feet 
Knockout number one

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Depths

Braving stormy seas
Lone helmsman-up to the task 
Old Leviathan

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Accused

Abomination 
Eyes penetrating the depths 
Clinical visit

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Life Worth Living

chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding 
this is the life of a creator 
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle 
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for a land bridge between the two 
like ancient explorers of the human condition
back and forth
to and fro 
sweeping arm movements packed with energy
eye's steady and intense gaze resting on the immediate
standing on the precipice, the gateway of creativity 
ready to push the boundaries of the possible one more time 
forging potentials in the foundry of insight 
molten heat emanating from the source of inspiration
leaving trails across le atelier in vibrant, living color 
once more into the fray.....
a chance to become something more
a demigod, replete with all the powers 
to cast off these earthly shackles and take one's rightful place 
amongst the Apollonian and Dionysian pantheon
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Giacometti, Rodin and Michelangelo
basking in their eternal aurora of shimmering crystalline streaks of productivity 
leaving traces of ocular delight along the way 
but always leaving something to be desired 
just out of reach and unattainable, alluding to greater grandeur
scaling the philosophical peaks and traversing the political spectrum 
to unify the scattered, to join the fragmented, to give voice to the oppressed 
saying something with nothing
directing the viewer's eye with subtleties 
emphasizing silence with space and void
painting and glazing
soldering and welding 
hands steadily guiding and grinding
unearthing the inert qualities laying dormant, waiting to be revealed 
commanding that the materials speak and be known 
this is a life worth living
this is the life of a creator

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Architect

Angles accounted
Volumes and sweeping vistas
Shavings from pencil

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A Special Place

shifting and swirling wind 
biting cold 
first light coming around the bend
illuminating each crevice and every fold 

the kind of silence that makes a sound
lone bird on a branch
snow drifts by the pound 
snow falling by happenstance 

misty mountains revealed 
herds slowly moving through the tree line 
lit by the yawning morning sun shield 
mountain mornings are one of a kind

trees coated in snow
all saplings and greenery lying doormat beneath the layers 
not till' summer will they show
held in the clutches of winter's strong grip, quiet prayers 

hips and spines hand crafted by the creator 
silent, long since frozen creeks 
views, there are none greater 
lone, stalwart peaks

silent cathedrals of glistening light
grand columns amongst the cloud caps 
granite faces of extraordinary might
white tipped tree caps 

taciturn sequoias standing tall
guarding the valleys 
and watching the glistening sprawl
among backwood alleys

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Traces

Footsteps now in the past
A youthful yearning 
A runner once fast 
Torn by the grips of emotions 

Nostalgic glimmering of medals once won 
Old pictures tell stories 
The conquering son 
Forgotten memories encased in wood and glass 

First race, won by a mile
Lonely nights soon to come 
Nothing then could hamper that smile 
Always one more finish line

In good health, the spirit shall endure
Newspaper clippings and well wishes
In youth, always sure
Faster, just a little…. 

So sure of another finish line 
No need to plan ahead
The body once a shrine
Fearless to a fault 

The future held bright things
Many beleaguered doctor visits
A young conquering hero whose heart sings 
Surely there will be another finish line