Best Thrum Poems

~ for the scores of casualties who fight the war at home … the silent war of broken hearts and families ~

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O, take me there, where mystical realms of starlight glisten
Pearlescent tapestries, indulgent in ethereal aura of Venus,
Emboldening me in celestial embrace, swept in your love,
As...

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She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met...

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He crafted word ...
all plucked delicately
like the petals pulled for a vinok
precious and pink and pulpy
wove them, giv'n a similar grace
not for vanity, mind you...

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The full fallow moon was hung low in July
 As white stars and fireflies lit the night sky,
A sight to behold was the feline bold'
Drawing...

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you ... are the paramour of right angles
the square of a square - complete, quite aware
how two must adore you
for all it sees is itself,...

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By different lovers I’ve been kept,
some skillful and a few inept.
I always respond, unafraid.
I rather enjoy being played.

A Spaniard picked me up one time.
His classic...

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Far, far out at sea one day
          A Hummingbird so found its way
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What are you thinking of 
germinal seed of dynamic animation 
do you still understand all without explanation..?

the colors you dream in are the nuances of...

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I know you're out there
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place...

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Sometimes when I'm able,
I sit down at my table,
or better yet, instead,
I'll lie back comfy on my bed,
a pillow propped behind my head!

Often at this...

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too many echos

too many little voices that never got to giggle
too many stained hopes ... and sheets
wrapped around tiny bundles that came too soon

little hearts...

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Tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
The palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter, still, if dashed upon the shoals
Or bleeding from the...

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The sun shines in perfect darkness, twirling relentlessly ...

as do a trillion trillion other stars, daubed on the blackest black.
Still, life itself seeds and burgeons...

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"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." - Native American Proverb

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