Best Thronging Poems

A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun...

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O April
how I’ve longed for your return
to breathe new life 
into this gnarled body..
for these roots to be unfettered 
from the grasping earthen frost -...

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Solitude all around. 'In there' I am lost; midst a thronging everywhere' 
Though I have never walked, a planet cold; a lonliness to me has...

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Botched Artwork Saves Town

Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original...

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Like a nest on a little church
indented in the rocks.
The sky is low.
The twitch 
of the air flower-beds –
the passing angels.
And voices like gushing
streams; rivers...

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To wander lonely as a cloud
And drift along within a breeze,
Up away from thronging crowds
To pick my course, as I please.

Oh the freedom midst the...

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Lamb
delightful, joyful
loving, giving, caring
Master, Savior, demon, human
ranting, raving, thronging 
sedition, affliction
goat 
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In Honor of Dane Ann
And contest
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She’s still; an interlude in solitude.
Twilight mournful, his voice ghostly distant,
introspection.., meditation imbued,
she sits alone, bitter-sweet existent.

Lamentations she weeps in glissando.
Cacophony!  Consciously in discord,
love...

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Lost in the wilderness 
For so many years
Suffering the loneliness 
With no one to dry his tears.
His sanity depending 
Upon his beautiful memories
Climbing mountains never...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

        ...

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I know a world of sadness in your grace
because in thee, I cannot trace
my own world's longing to embrace
some crudeness wronging, some deface.

Cantingly, subjects stronging...

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I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree 
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up...

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ALONG THE ROAD OF LIFE  I  CARRY WITH ME  MEMORIES


Recollected childhood trips seem an intensely hot affair.
We took a bus, tight-filled with...

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I have come to the tree green with leaves
Amidst the brash blustering of winter and thawing
The prophet once the old green decieves
But he did not...

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THE BLIND BEGGAR

The blind man stood there begging as he had done before,
But something then was different with the coming of the Lord.
He’d heard about...

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