Best Thronged Poems

...carries the wilted weight of autumn
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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no omission, no fission, no fusion.
No beanstalk
no tractor
no yellow
no 7:30, no...

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He approaches fast

We bump - silly heart beats wildly
Him - lost in thought- No word of apology
We pass each other

He approaches fast

Eyes so blue - elicits soundless sighs
He stares - out into distant skies
We pass each other

He approaches fast

Sensual lips - beg a moonlight kiss
A...

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I hold myself a prisoner 
A captive taciturn 
Unspeakable enticement still yearning
Since coming of age to discern

Yet never knowing 
Except in part 
The fullness to overflowing
In the cerebral cortex of my heart

The heart knows reason
Which reason does not know 
Inoculated by truth a lie will...

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Outside 
The streets are thronged with people 
Chanting empty slogans 
Mindless minions 
Dancing to a globalist agenda...

           W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017....

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Enclosed in a glass casket
Cuddled in a flower-decked basket
She lay serene as ever
No sign of her past fervor

Resting in her last abode
Before the journey by road
To her final burial site
For performing the last rite

Dignitaries came to pay their last respect
Placed a wreath, sad and circumspect
Consoled...

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Ode to the people of Norway


Strophe

O, the darkness has descended on a paradise
Of Norway’s bounties of nature
On the people living a quiet life
Not concerned about the politics ever
A drug addict, calling himself a warrior
Taking pride of being a savior of Europe
Unmindful of the death toll...

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The Parade

The sun beat down in the still May air
The streets were thronged with people there
Expectantly waiting for the large parade
As it marched its path down the Palace way

The marshal music from afar
Soon became a louder roar
As the bands played gaily down the road
And the...

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I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But...

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Of my life it’s been four long years of never-ending trips to the facility, you name it, in and out and up and down and over.ARGUMENTS? Don’t get me started. Every doctor and nurse on the planet. Wages war with my attempts at keeping you...

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Refugee - the refugeless!

Belonged somewhere sometime, 
to relate with, in space and time;
Uprooted, evicted or torn asunder, 
circumstances induced mindless plunder!

Giving up all that once belonged, 
alien and distant shores we thronged!
Dangers abound on the ruthless trip,
false promises made to safely ship!

Causes aplenty for me,...

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Thronged investors at the allotment bazaar
Large cap bearish
Scripts at fall.
Awaited ingenious and expertise capitalists
Then brought into 
Scripts at down.  
Mid Cap bullish
Scripts at rise
Wavered SENSEX
And small cap ingress
Gives the once over like a cliffhanger rise.

Beginners rapacity and analysts variegations
Former’s paucity and latter’s accrued funds.

Pulled...

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Congolese Dreams: 

Yesterday, I cried.


Yesterday, I cried for the lies I told.
I cried for the pain I caused my mother and her nursing hands.
I cried like a child left to wander in silence--to take up strange thoughts as my brown body grows old.
Yesterday, I cried....

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I was told in the beginning
    That a wish may not well be  unicorn
    With two winged thrust-thronged
    To soar upon the cumulus,
  And for those who are wishing
  Wishes to fall on...

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Down on the pier, the midmorning bright,
Thronged wives, husbands, lovers,
And sons, friends, young daughters,
All eyes perusing the grand and gray ship
In long-simmered hope of glimpsing one face,
One much-beloved grin, among antsy sailors
Arrayed in white jumpers along the tall deck,
‘Til, filing like ants, crew at last...

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