Best Troughs Poems

From precipice of memories, flashbacks nostalgic billow,
Thinking of you as I ruminate, adoring the views below,
Where waves oceanic dance, leaping on windy tempos,
Propagating ambitions of...

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She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his...

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the breadth of breaths a breast can heave
dark depths so delved as falsehoods leave
from tongues, the tangled webs we weave
that trap our own good wills
though...

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I am getting tired of the tidal waves
That bring me to shore,
Spit me out and drag me in once more.
I am tired of the crest...

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A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism...

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An odyssey through hurdles, yet a blessing it is to dwell on earth,
Aiming for destination beloved, chasing sweet dreams of mirth,
Through successes and failures, amid...

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Flowers of snow float from high, 
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about

The slopes, peaks and...

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"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself."
(from:  A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain)

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Should old romantic souls...

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I believe I do, in it all:
The story of a Manger in a Barn;
Where Mary and Joseph had laid
Jesus was here, in this barn 
He...

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Islands

Islands are – it seems – so many of us.
Worlds apart – alone – in the seas of life.
Joined at the hip – by an...

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Nascent pristine hopes sprout stealthily
  from the submerged swamps of anxieties,
     parched earth frets over consequences
    ...

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the past recedes and what
was once a tsunami
of energy, exaltation and intent
or a depression of sadness and despair
play out into waves and troughs
of remembrance,
to ripples...

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We were first introduced at the prime age of 5
at a time when my interest was soon multiplied
and every addition to my knowledge of your...

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I am teetering at the brim of progress 
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn

And to...

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childhood, creation, feelings, growing up, heaven, imagery, word play,

Awakening Teary-eyed Emotions  ©            ...

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