Best Exhaustively Poems

I toil and I slave
in the shadows—
exhaustively I emerge 
to your rescue
when you feel
the sting of grief
and the hot torrent
of tears. 

I cry out to...

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The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The fattening of the dough
the tummy expectant, the tummy expanding
Cocooned in its nest
its stretchiness, its pleasant scents
Like an...

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Sympathetic purpled eyed Suzan                     ...

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Buckminster Fuller and Julian Jaynes 
recently reviewed their cultural and scientific influence 
on health and well-being, 
ecological and economic positive outcomes, 
during the current CoOperativist...

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Journey To A Sceptred Isle - 

Mysterious land's of lavish greenery 
Breathtaking view's. Indescribably scenery. 
The land and irrigated pastures, ever so fertile 
In the...

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When ever my computer crashes on me
is when I'm hit with the cold reality thereafter shortly.
Initially, like my computer I crash restfully,
because both my computer...

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Note to PostMillennial God of Time:

Your human race exhausts ourselves
and our home
and our extended DNA/RNA family
and our soul-soil
and our blood-water flow of ecotherapeutic life
and our...

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Setting Yourself Free

Searching exhaustively for the truth in everything one is taught by others.
Extensively evaluating all things in order to find which path to take.
Thoroughly...

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The shoelaces untie,
they've been caught by the kitten's eye.

She touches, hesitantly, with her paw,
the lace that rests long on the slope, raw,

to the cool breeze...

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Just watched England again
Wow!
How are we so Bad ????
Its hard to watch
Even for a die hard fan
Its a sham
Maybe they should pay them more
Lol 
Maybe...

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My baby loves me, it's plain to see,
she don't wanta go shopping without me.
Although engrossed in the latest line,
loves to see her "sweetums" trailing right...

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Israel Beckoned...In A Dream

This secular skeptic beheld,
eyes hallucinated, harried, felled
and haunted by
holographic images gelled
that didst silently scream herald
ding exhaustively

roaming, schlepping, meld
ding and trudging across
elapsed, nor...

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Sitting in a reserved preoccupation,
Counting down the hours until the bus pulls into the station.
Consumed with an agonizing anticipation,
To once again be flooded with green...

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Dawn and Dusk (for Anneke van Giersbergen)
In the dawn of silence,
a pattern of words falls exhaustively upon the shattered shards of sulphur, 
on this end...

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Conversationless

I’m not a hermit, a recluse
or otherwise estranged anti-social degenerate. 
My IQ, is nothing to brag of, though a little high.
I’m polite, pleasant and usually...

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