Best Extenuating Poems

Oh DARK artist 
What a beautiful picture you create
Not with hues, pigments, and light
But with tone, imagery, and night
The soul an awaiting canvas
Your pen the finest brush
With reckless abandon you work
Is the masterpiece entitled Suffering
Images of sacrifice, torture, and insanity
A downward spiral of regret in...

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HOW    MANY    TIMES ?


Now I’m a commonsense-o-holic
But when I was a practising catholic
Confession was always a trial or a show.
The guy behind the wire-gauze fence 
Always seemed to want to know
How many times I had done the offence. 
Well...

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In the beginning Love proved concept is vain 
Extenuating circumstances of concepts are vain,
Truth proved love, the same, not to be vain,
Manifesting truth as a body in essence vain,
That love and its truth be in essence not vain,
Love’s hope was that truth would not remain...

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situations are
extenuating
leaving me gasping...

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my heart cries out in agony and pain
bleeding for two men whose losses were in vain
praying for them to gain their sense of normalcy
to get back to where they used to be

please dear God help them to mend
so they can be cleansed and whole again
let...

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Thoughts that swarm inside my head,
Because of what she's made me dread.
So now I hear that laugh and die 
And see that smile and away I hide.
Her alluring voice just makes me break
Because a little part of me it takes.
My confidence and self esteem
In her...

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(the following extrapolated 
     thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate 
     how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).

as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
     putting off doing what best ought
 ...

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Execution

In the absence of complication,
intricacies of wayward living,
matters emphatically mitigated,
compelling conclusions, well-received,
extenuating circumstance accomplishes,
impressive consequences, be enduring,
proffers a conciliatory concession, 
for toward said conclusion, we pray that all our
trials and tribulations become distant memories.

Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
amidst the enshrined immersed in the...

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Is there anybody out there
Behind the poetry wall
Lost for words
Writing the truth 
Yet extenuating the absurd...

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In Jan 6. 2021, a number of his myrmidons from all parts of the country converged to Washington to seize and squat the Capitol mansion following his seditious malarkeys, ending this country's long uneventful run and sending his grandest last-gasp gift to the master of...

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Hollow 
Stay to be filled
We can help
To fill with drudgery and voids
To fill with poison and blank pages 
that we said was a love letter 

I wasn’t before, perhaps a little more
So now. Hollow that is, furrowed brow. 
Confused by what has come to pass....

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Fathers, Day 2003
"Boundaries"
Written: By Tom Wright
6/16/03

For the elixir of the vine,
Dad could scarcely refrain.
Now just thoughts of his labor,
Like green persimmons, remain.

Twas like some withered old flower,
That doggedly clung to its stem.
Fleecing each morning sun, until at last,
His petals blanched and eye's grew dim.

How oft...

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On my saddened days
I’m hoping 
That angels might shine
They’ve done 
everything you can do 
To a person in my shoes 
I’m still breathing
Made it home to tell my mother
She can rest her thoughts
this evening
Sunny days 
Appeal to the circumstances 
In my wretched strengths 
Living life’s...

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The Divorce / Portrait Metaphor
By: Tom Wright 
January 16 2006

In each divorce there’s two portraits painted
But children, as pawns, only one will see.
*Neither portrait is ever quite as good or bad
As the portrait’s painter portrays it to be.

One hangs highlighted to view in best light
While...

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At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets
The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell
Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells
Where the air does not go through sealed windows
No, my friends, I'm not dreaming;...

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