Best Thrust Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has...

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A book that I plucked
from an antiquity of books
filled my nostrils
with a smell that I will always know
and always love.
This love cannot be explained,
but neither...

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The Farmer and his Corn


Snug and warm beneath the earth
The field awaits the coming birth
It holds the richness that they need
Provides the anchor for the...

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Opulent the full moon glowed
Flooding light on a rocky road;
Casting down his gauzy veil
Luminescent to probe the pale.
Misty soft the shadows went
Into the secret sacrement;
Where...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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Yesterday, I followed her true invisible form
Colors turning a kaleidoscopic deep and warm

A state of mind, that makes reality feel alive
Stabbing moments that teach how...

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The room is scented, heavy sweet
Where we converge to please and treat
A lesson book we each have shared
On where to touch when we lie bare

Erogenous...

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The Wind and Sea


The mighty wind unleashed its gusty song 
     across the tranquil, undulating sea,
and stirred her body with his...

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Bits and pieces
	bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
	wet and warm
too soon
	too soon
		too soon

torn nails shred the bell cord
tin the sound...

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It has been one hell of a year for him,
so much denial
when propelled into the future
being he was forewarned as a youth,
‘it’s no fun becoming...

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He walked with her a good mile
and talked with increasing smile,
with wonder he sat,
for the gladness in her heart;
...spent her days with wild hope ---
that...

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If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to...

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

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