Best Thorough Poems

The breadth of breaths a breast can heave
          Dark depths so delved as falsehoods leave
 ...

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So far I've done everything I could possibly do this year.
I've given thorough thought to cleaning up my act.
These early-day hours have been rough-house
The storm...

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Martin Luther King junior was the inspiration
For the Northern Ireland, Civil Rights association
Protests were held and they marched peacefully
The unionist majority tried to stop them...

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FILLY’S FAMOUS STORY   

Although I am pink, don’t ever think
That this filly is just frilly and silly,
For I am a thorough bred filly...

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I Am Who I Am

Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM

I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want...

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An Devil's Dalliance


It was just one of those mornings?
Or at least I think it was, that is,
if I had created “morning’s” yet.
All my little angels...

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Do you remember?
We lay in the moonlight, exhausted and content,
Moments from perfection, skin glistening with moisture,
Salty and sweet from love - love so amazing
That it...

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If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard...

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Three blind men, as in the elephant fable,
examined a horse in a roadside stable.
The owner said to the blind men then,
“Guess what it is and...

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"Revolutions"




7

We are all for the Fall
in the seasons of His hands
where He pulls in the strings 
of all His puppets 
calling in cold legions 
in...

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For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whos' only wish is to remain...
like windchimes in a hurricane
we lose the scent
of song
of self 
of...

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where frozen embers still burn
my doctor says is a thing you earn
i ask him if it is a large mass
as he quietly looks up my...

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*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.

The Ides of March

Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed...

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My car was parked beneath a tree,
More gingkoish than oaken;
I never noticed birds a’perched,
Yet each one left a token.

The windshield was opaquely masked;
The roof and...

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You stand beneath my boughs
Never hearing my silent prayers
For someone to understand
I’m more than simply a friend
I bring life to those who listen
For the kindness...

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