Best Unwearied Poems

Awakening Perpetually
by Odin Roark

Awakening perpetually knows well
Perfection’s tuning fork disquietude,
Its awareness that any off-key meandering
Can cloud over a caressing sunshine rising,
Sour a dawning’s gardenia fragrance.

One reaches skyward with morning’s extension,
The opening of shuddered windows,
Inviting breezes to find purpose
Among slumber’s expended air,
The body’s unwearied resilience.

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The Poet's Words

The words came, and he wrote. In dreams by night
  Labor and deep grief that ages gone were dead
Stole from the past, and stood about his bed;
He sought no words; they came; he did but write.
When day was round him too, some...

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Even upon that I cannot guest,
this world that is free and fair,
the latitude here is 45s, of course the other test,
did the law permit me to bear?,
the strikes of all hear say now,
imagine if I dreamt a nightmare,
that last September a horizon is vow.
Seems now...

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Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil 
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.

Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and...

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Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil 
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.

Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and...

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“Aslan, why does the sun shine so bright in Narnia?” I queried.
“My friend,” the big lion told me, “it is a light that is unwearied.”

“Why must we all feel so full of this darkness, dear Aslan?”
“The dark shadows fall away once you repent to the...

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Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil 
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.

Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and...

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Bless me Lord and give me strength
To track the terrible hound of mind
Over moor and marshland brack and wood
Through rain and storm and mountain wind

Relentlessly bid me my Lord
Relentlessly make me pursue
Unflickering eye unwearied hand
Unfaltering foot unloosened bow

Make the arrow flying straight
Firm of purpose strong...

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How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year

As nature speaks in tongues unclear to hear
Infected with no memory of time
My memory the victim or...

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Doing things by the book
Mom awaits a secret garden
Cleansed through application
Years of service completed
Thoroughly laid down, she dreams
Of lofty French cathedrals
Her maiden name retained

Dad reclaims his potency
Unwearied by the years
Gladly rides his motorcycle 
Beyond the frontiers
With his sons by his side
His independence fulfilled...

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Memories of the silent
a dress unwearied
 in a girls shoulders

drink her youth of the floor...

And a broken window
laughing 
on her eyes...

Vali Tsironi...

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When I glide into past, your imprints, I can find
You enjoy my high-fliers as if they are yours 
Unwearied marathon with you for many years
And I proclaim that you are always on my mind.

Your muses add hues to my thoughts and go aligned
Keep going with...

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Her work tools,
My antique,
They remind me of her dedication,
They stayed with her till her migration.

Her hands were unwearied by gloom,
They strived until there was bloom.
She was untiring in her quest,
Dawn awakened her zest,

In her chamber, there was a field,
In it also flowed a stream that...

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From the fire so pure, The dark void appear. Iron chain in the deep to gather strength. built day and night will howling 
prophets links. Fires and wind condensing orb. Bright sparks unwearied glorious flames. Yes the deep again infinite wombs, 
Their circle casting deep...

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