Best Doubtless Poems

Wise awareness predicts its salience.
Strategy that stretches cognitive sentience.
And the ego wants to hold on to power.
A natural sense of oneness with empower.

What you can...

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I Know

If I should abandon myself
In the seed of your heart,
I know, I would germinate.
If I should cry
In the lines of your palms,
I know, you...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul...

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Thank you??

My heart is warmed
With all the caring
The generic letters and
All the staring

My heart is heavy
With sadness and despair
My lungs are clawing as they grasp...

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Deep devious thought is requireD
On writing an acrostic of twO!
Under such circumstances yoU
Best take great care not to fluB
Lines or fail to follow a logicaL
Evaluation....

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Ruler of the Cataracts-Maiden of the Mist

The thundering waters of the Niagara.
Voice of the mighty spirits of the water.
The natives believed and yearly sacrificed
a white...

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Doubt is the vestibule,
and in the vestibule are many items -
hats, coats, and walking sticks.
The stick can help you stride through doubt.

Stride through doubt and...

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Seasons come and go -- 
How ends the fillings?

Recycled we know:

rain back to the sky,
leaves to soil,
sandy runoff, particle
debris, for oysters to make
pearly luxuries --...

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(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting...

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So why did I do it?
It still isn't clear.
The rooms were all taken;
The busiest this year.
And all of them dusty,
And all of them tired.
The trek...

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I went again today ... to that place, the allurement overwhelming ... the one
we called "ours" so tritely, "mine" before you, "mine" again now, (tho'...

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Spring
by Charles d'Orleans (c.1394-1465)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and arcs,
like ecstatic sparks
struck from coal.

What...

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SCIATICA
You'll doubtless think my mind is fooling me,
or all my hurting's only in my head,
but pain is what brings on my misery
and makes my heart...

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This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty, 
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its...

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