Best Thunderously Poems

Skulking between the thinning clumps 
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply 
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.

The blackened Moorhen washes the clinging
Soot from his feathered form,
Rising above the mirrored pond in awkward 
flight.
Gathering clouds mumble softly of an...

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...and the Demon spoke,
its voice deep and mellow like smooth satiny chocolate,
"There is more, much more than good and evil,"
the words thunderously whispered.
The verdant emerald green of the forest quivering at the sound,
drawing in upon itself, hiding, fearful.
Cowing multi hued flowers peeked cautiously through tangled...

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Mirror, mirror on the wall ~
don't let me fall for a narcissist's words
for fear I'll find myself tangled in the web
of silk threads cunningly spun to lure me in. 

You might take those words to heart...
A narcissist is needy and compared to the sun, 
for...

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I dream that tonight I am a raccoon
And it is here in this body that I store the notion
That my sadness will last forever,
In the treasury of unclaimed awareness,
Where pits of the peaches could never re-sprout...
I dig deep into the indent of a Denver ravine,
Gnaw...

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A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds, seldom shutting my eye-lids,
Each speech of great orators, staying solid like lipids...!

It's time to perform - said well-wishers, relatives and...

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Like the rabbits eat carrots
Thy body shall be eaten by maggots
When you’re no more breathing
And thy soul, taken into the heavenly ceiling.

You’re sand, to it you shall return
Then reap whatever you’ve done.
Then upon thy grave like a weeping sky,
Thunderously people may mourn and cry.

And once...

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Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
just "me."

This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
dark implications:

Earth is insufficient for our needs!

We live in Closed Systems of immunity,
heading toward decay!

EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!

I am not...

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Galacticly heavenly, imagine Jupiter, kryptonite lunar moons
Sliding between celestial blue and dark moody skies
Wherein lived a Dragon who incredibly, loved snow
Fell in love with a fairy, millenniums ago!

Began courting daring Evelyn fairy gorgeous,
She was, declared his love thunderously, universe knew,
Of his eternal love for this...

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Hastening t'ward the grayscale skies,
 On gilded wings an angel flies.
 While demons wail of their despise;
 Hiss and moan, their sole reprise.
 A lightning flash; the angel sighs
 A rush of wind, and then she dies.

 Oh, how the heavens agonize
 And thunderously vocalize.
...

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‘ Legendary … ’    ( Part  1  (of)  4 ) 


Step with me into History
Step with me, to ‘Days of Yore’ Pageantry
Let Time and Mind, March Back Momentarily
Let Mist and Musings … Merge in Front of Thee …

… On...

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Reticent cries clog my throat
silent screams escape my body
remnants of sodium stain my swollen cheeks
the sensation burning
as water droplets flow 
down my caked face like a stream

My soul yearns for physical companionship
this hunger for affection 
that which I am lacking 
devours my spiritual being
I long...

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A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a...

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I'm the son of a gun.

You can call me the son of Sam.

I kill, Bang, bang, you're dead..

I kill. therefore I am.



I remember  my own sweet  home,

where I never suffered loss,

and the holy rifle on the wall

slung just beneath the Cross.



No earthly power...

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When I stare at Bomba, coughing aloud outside
When Mwami and family, chewed swallowing thunderously
He glares most in somber, so as to get a guide
How to enter and nearly, they hear ignoring unanimously

As I listen from country man, scratching the bald to seek
While political men keep...

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Yesterday's Dreams.

Rolling thunderously into our night
yesterday's dreams wrap themselves tightly
around tired hearts, 
casting their cords they latch on to tomorrow
and discharge unyieldingly 
with dynamic insight

but do dream on.

Dreams refuse to take second place,
using any means they whisper their state 
into our as yet faceless 
but...

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