Best Conceivably Poems

INCESSANT SUMMER RAIN

In morbid humid summer heat I feign, easily drain
Prospecting for a cool, crisp meandering breeze
Conceivably, nature might spill a gentle "summer rain" 
A dismal cloud generates, an inkling of relief to gratify, such a tease
Now I sit in disbelief up upon my slimy...

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Simply softly these guileful feet do trot
Those cavalier whisper my name in glee
Hiding I pray from dear loves noble lot

My attire a smirk, though my voice distraught
I'll squirm far away, yet they be carefree
Simply softly these guileful feet do trot

A fervor shared though I am...

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Unquotable quotes: Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen* – XXIV-Part One

The Uhr-Father of the embodiment of spiritual power since the Middle Ages must certainly have been the Witch-Doctor of primitive societies who shared power with the Headman of the Tribe (to which each of us separately belongs).
The...

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For Didds

Four tankards found at the foot of the hill
Bet someone got w*nkered, and now they feel ill
Bet it went down so easy that no one resisted
And now they’ve forgotten the tankards existed
But down at the pub there are rumours of scandals
Of boisterousness, and the...

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October was dying, down of All Saints' Day,
yet we abandoned our dead,
and moved forward into wet snow wilderness.
Fallen city, burning ruins were our only candle
for howling winds, bare branches, pale moon,
and freezing stars made early death visitors.

All of anguish still waited.
It was slowly dying of...

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STRIKE! "STRUCK" A COVER IS BLOWN...
GAME UP!~

WHAT'S UP??? 

MY AWARENESS... MY ENLIGHTENING...
BEING IN THE DARK IS FRIGHTENING, WOULDN'T YOU SAY, "I'LL SAY!" WHEN IN THE COMPANY OF MASKED PRETENDERS, WHO INITIALLY EXPRESS, TO IMPRESS...
OH SO TENDER AND WARM, 
(A CALM BEFORE THE STORM) LURKING, LURING,...

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I SPOT a lofty black cross
Standing conceitedly on a rock-strewn mount,
Where nothing akin to a tree can be seen,
Murky clouds hovering over it,
It is on this cross that she will
Sacrifice me for the sake of love

I OBSERVE dry as a bone grass,
That left chasing precious...

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Humming wind in a wider sky,
Turbulent perhaps catastrophic omen.
Thy born a curse of a forlorn life,
conceal nor run tranquil dim will bloom.

Stare those hands, repulsive, fracture
Mirrored of the vulnerable surrender.
Eyes that dehydrated from lengthy groan,
Mystified encountered amid spirit and mind.

Mountainous, could forest perhaps deserted…
It ought...

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Being God's Pen
Written: by Tom Wright
2006

Thoughts Promenade inside my head
Absent of composition or direction,
As water dollops on a heated griddle.
I pass time exhuming notions
Thought long ago perished.


From night filled crevices of my mother wit,
I examine ideas whose propellant
is as monster bat wings darting to and...

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I reliably detect it in lush colors
Instigations from a distinct era
this sidereal day, the oscine didn't sing

conceivably it is squandered
In the cognitive hourglass

I scavenge for unmistakable echoes

We jumped off the rainbow
Dark stains hide beneath my lids

they stepped
on pure inner bliss

a single dormant desire dazzled
an emotional...

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The abundant sadness was 
veritably escaping her eyes;
Fear of oblivion has been over 
come.

It was improbable to forget the 
past;
But intellectual to think of the 
future.

There has been many 
hamartias made;
But all have been forgiven.

Conceivably she thought of her 
life;
Accepting the fact that 
millennial mistakes...

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To vanish from this impious era i 
mind less
conceivably recognised as a vain 
guest
To the toiled years i duly  reminisce
as futility proved my paramount 
best

To this world i pleaded with a wail
upon my arrival on its terrain 
To serve me right till my departure
but this it...

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I will leave this world kicking – 
(the Reaper would have it easier elsewhere);
I will not leave without sticking~like glue, 
to the places I love and to those for whom
I care – believing that only a life poorly lived 
would just let go, give-up without...

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To vanish from this impious era i 
mind less
conceivably recognised as a vain 
guest
To the toiled years i duly  reminisce
as futility proved my paramount 
best

To this world i pleaded with a wail
upon my arrival on its terrain 
To serve me right till my departure
but this it...

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Earthen songs! from handsome angel throngs, opsoletus
Intervals and spells of the scope of temporal rondure,
A surging of the populus in singulari confluentia 
So the book does diagram guthan, guð, and god,
Khute gaia, of poured earth, where legend sleeps
The burial dunes of Zeus, Aether, Erebus, and...

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