Best Unspent Poems

On the precipice it stands,
loose-limbed with a sinewy grace,
body taut with an implied swagger,
face, grinning, a sun-dappled gold. 
Unclouded by the cataract of cynicism, 
its...

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I’ve lost more prose				Driving in my car,
than I’ve written				navigating traffic,
for they often come unbidden		poems form like magic.
not minding where.				I can’t release the wheel
They haven’t the...

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What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure...

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Ah, it's my clinging to the image of who I might have been that distracts and torments me!” Fernando Pessoa

Regret, a silent symphony, plays within...

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I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with...

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Sleepwalker


And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles 
And leave their mark; ever...

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Hitchhiking through the wormhole,
  all time was left behind

Distance collapsing upon itself
  reflections other side

Waste material of a life unspent
  flowing back...

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In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of...

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	God Bottles Those Tears
	Shed For
	 Fallen Roses
	In Memory Of a Friend
	Written: By Tom Wright
	5-17-00 
	
	Sleep,
	Lay heavy o'er the room.
	Fading fast, a single Rose,
	That once you...

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Challengèd courts, Christendom held in palm,
Tyranny, oppression, falsehoods contrived
On which hingèd stability and calm,
Uprooted by man’s theses ninety- five
On door are tackèd for eyes all...

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vision seems dim
quiet damp and cool outside
poets thoughts clear

vision, light dim
Energy flows into digits
Pen dry 

damp drizzle
dry flat expressionless face
sadness unspent

visibility
none passed the end of...

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Sad Journeyman of Death

Sad journeyman of life’s unending tests
bides time in loathsome sojourn cross each dawn
respecting naught but future’s numbered breaths
a-weep upon the touch of...

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13 Years    
  
Rolling wheels,
Through fields of heather,
Browns and purples,
Steel blue of cold,
Regimented act of military manoeuvre,
It's perpetrators oblivious of its...

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WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE

Nothing left aside,
He lay on his back
Eyes fixed at ceiling fan.
Reminiscence of Predicament
Of travels in shade
Sojournment in places...

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distended bellies
on limp legs
eyes round like zeroes
of unspent billions
of the world's richest...

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