Long Gloried Poems

there, among those Ruby Spires
          stood I, a-gazing toward the mist
               red...

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Since I had long fervently loved flowers, I had become a plant breeder,
Striving to create more perfect blooms, to make summertime sweeter.

My current task was the endeavor, at creating never before seen colors,
In much longer...

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He stood upon a mountain, attending to her heart,
          For surely such a hallowed sound would be
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"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." - Native American Proverb

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Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego:
These may not be three names you know,
But have a seat and I will tell
How they survived a fiery hell
As servants of their God, Most High,
Praised no false gods, would rather die
Than bow...

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“This is the best of all possible worlds I hear, and you’re the master of your life”,
But when you count the closed shut doors, and look around you for a window,
Turn a rubik’s cube around...

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Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live...

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A girl with innocent heart is here,
She loved a boy who was practical everywhere,
Surprisingly he proposed her with a rose
And she too was ready to ooze...,

Struggled through a lot of difficulties,
Be it caste, status or...

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Marcus, as a child heard it all, the oral stories
Ancient in glories quickening his vein. Like blood
Rolling where the Roaring river runs, peonies
Calling up ancestral history in dream and flood
Unfold desires of in streams of...

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*** A DAISY TALE ***

A single, wild, tiny daisy
Less than a thumbnail in size, swaying side to side
In the slight, burning whiffs of a summer’s breeze,
Growing out from next to the house,
From the corner where...

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In seventeen sixty nine a child was born
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn,
Paoli's resistance did his birth predate.

At school, his geometrical talent was inborn,
and he was tutored...

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Hear me friends, or meet your ends! The light that gloried morning sends, hides much behind! 
It's well designed! It will leave our unpure eyes just blind! Your deathly sins! What hides 
within, marks the...

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We have lived a false life, you and I, 
Chasing halcyon dreams through chaos and despair; 
We have ventured beyond the brink, 
And only just returned – with weakened knees 
And tremulous smiles, our hearts...

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Oh Hypnos lord of all the lands of dream,
    Whose slumb’rous breath weaves eyes with poppy leaf,
    And whose sweet lullabies mortals relieve
Of throes, and shields them from the...

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Author's suggestion - goes best with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfKA4b5SFq4 as you read.  Don't forget to continue to "Götterdämmerung Part 2"



He sees her in his thoughts his dreams
Haunting long after he wakes, writes reams
Yes, she's always there,...

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Ode to Morning

Yon morning, spellbound mistress of the skies
    How gently all your feathers move apart
How lightly thrill your soft, eternal sighs
    And feed with hope and mirth my...

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"The Will of a Nation in the Teardrop of Blood"

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS



In the panoply...of the earthen and browned pages...of a
Parched and burnt...parchment of shame...The Will of a Nation
Lost!
A...

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A daunting press of gifted dreams
          The boyish boasts and sculpted schemes
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Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian, 
In presence yet uncouth.

Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse. 
A specter of recluse, a sum indeed perverse.

Finger of defiance, solitary stone. 
No right to...

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the Golden Gate, she sang to me
in a darkened whispered voice
El Niño crying like a spoiled child
of all the sad souls brought to her
with desperation’s choice
that flew like angels
from her transoms, wild

oh dare I hearken...

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Fireworks gloried the sky with dazzling colors 
   Of red, white, and blue, ushering in the new year
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I Corinthians 16:14 - "Let all that you do be done in love"

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A shadow is a fickle thing
Reflections of a darker light
Whose shape is like remembering
Lost legends of the night.
Yonder wakes some ghost some dream
So oft as starry battered skies
Have shed a thousand shattered beams
On dismal and...

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As the real aura of our better angels presents
That they are essential to historical events
It stirs and shakes one to the core of reverence
Infidel's ancient cries refrain far faint ringing
Winging their will of distant darkness,...

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