Best Whereto Poems

Remember long ago Decembers?
When first you saw Tchaikovsky's 'Nutcracker Suite?'
  Sitting motionless, spellbound, at the dancers' feats.

Remember long ago Decembers?  
When first you...

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The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour...

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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we...

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There is a refuge, sweet, whereto I rush,

          (Where all but clever words would be remiss),

...

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DOPE LED ME  HERE TO BOAST ABOUT THE HOLY HOST

I was there when at first you were enraptured
But me, God and The Holy Ghost...

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Prince Kindhearted asked his father the King of Poland, that he would like to see the world.
Sadden, for he was his only child, he did...

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Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave.
Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end.
They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking...

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Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville, published in London in October 1851 as The Whale and a month later in New York City as...

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while we work on days to be seen…
.
.
”… we share
a very wonderful dream …”

indeed
it would mean
global leaders
coming clean
pulling back deals
to push an ideal
about working
for what...

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A shepherd loses

one sheep of a hundred, goes

and looks for the one, rejoice

when found, or of the

woman losing one coin of

ten and when found, rejoiceth


*As...

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I recognize they spot my back I undeniably do

Running keeps you in shape, when you’re stressing run, and my watch signals time to escape

When the...

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Summer skies. 

So blue.  Such blues. 
So blue. 

Whitepuffs idly swoop by,
never idling. On the move. 
For bluer skies?

A part of the sky fell



out...

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The Bowman's Shaft

Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss...

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity....

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