Best Thick Headed Poems

Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the 
Vigin Mary in May.
It really was an honor and a blessing.

Mom had pictures made of this event.
As little girls, we all were...

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Sunweed



Sunflower sprouted happiness yet only just a weed,
   a gardens hated nemisis this beloved bad seed.
Mimicking society using others resources to feed,
   erected thick headed sunlight thief of greed...

Metaphorically speaking, this I do believe,
   a sunflowered populace thrives to...

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O my Lord these trails and tribulations that I am going through. I look for the reason, Lord why? Lord, what did I do? Now heavenly Father your ways I can neither understanding nor can I see. I just thank you Lord for holding on...

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If your love were a flame
I'd allow it to blaze through me
and singe the edges of my heart
with it's sweltering fierceness

but your admiration
is a thick-headed icicle
shaped to weather any firestorm
ignited by adoring hands

how gelid it is
to be loved by a man
frozen with incompetence,
too cool to...

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The world revolves around me.
They listen when I'm silent
and they're quiet when I shout.
From a seed to a sprout.

I hate the crowd, the noises.
A bunch of thick-headed nuisances.
I'm better, but they don't believe.
The sprout forms the leaves.

I love to please the people.
Their praises feed my...

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Missing.
A word that used to mean nothing.
Now it means everything.
Missing. It chills my blood.

Are you still alive?
Are you gone?
Will we find remains?
Will we ever know?

If you were unhappy, I did not know it.
You did not give any inkling of this.
Was I too thick-headed to see?
Or...

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today I exist as a vapor then I am no more
some may equate logic for fear that brings nothing near
my chest is heavy and my pulse is setting in
yesterday was such an easy game we used to play
awe but then let's face it it's quite...

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Daddy Was a Poet!

He's been gone, decades now.
Beneath God's greenery he sleeps.
His daughter, I, thick-headed,
Now stands and vainly weeps.

I saw his heart open like a lovely rose.
Bountiful amounts of times.
I saw his heart weep torrents of rain.
Daddy so felt other peoples' pain!

I thank him now for...

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There once existed, upon this lovely earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with dearth.
Depravity, destruction of cities, murder by injection,
Became a way of our lives!
Then~ an evil being and his unkind, infected mind!
With full knowledge, arrogant, atheistic, poisoned mankind.
He nuked their souls first, till they were...

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A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains,
A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains.
The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie,
Simple in its English name, yet rich in its legacy.
My lowly view,
Navigating slippery slopes, salamanders in...

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Your innocence has blinded you from the real world makin any sense, 
what's that? Say your done with it..?
Na you ain't done with this 
were not even to the second quarter ya idiot, 
you see life goes on without you and me, 
there's still plenty...

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There once existed, upon this  earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with depavity, destruction of cities,
murder and dearth.

But a truly evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.

First, of the vicious media, he made...

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Thick headed? Who? Me?
Well, maybe, check my ears,
and you will see,
Grade A concrete,
Thick and fast,
Not too sure,
How long my neck will last....

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Being snatched almost detached from reality your vitality depends on the will to seek out the thrills of a former day dreamer now self deprived how will they survive with loss of pride from their so called parents own design calling out to all those...

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A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in...

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