Thackeray Poems - Poems about Thackeray

... "Resurrection" When the best Mother cracks the yolk will always rise again brightly shining unpoached in Blue Sky The only way to the Daughter is through the Mothe......

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... "The Conversation: I Found God, so now what?" the ugliest thing happened here today, I could turn away and write of unicorns but I’ll write about beauty found in the ......

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...Why should we be allotted a day at all there is no allotment we carry the load we always have we always will it is au naturale we succeed the pain, or, somehow just proceed despit......

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...WM Thackeray 'BOUILLABAISE'               /|\               -/-             -/-             -/-     (____ -/-_____)      \___________/......

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... “The Séance of All Things” Fingertips touch lightly receptive of all, open to messages from Beyond receptive of all, open to messages in our dreams elemental, ......

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... Is God a Woman? Love. Nothing is fair in love and war. Mother carries the load ripped open ripe torn gives birth. Who’s the bett......

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... "When Heaven Opened Up" And when Heaven opened up There, the dragon finally approached; St George embraced Her Truth The mother waiting for ......

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... "Scarecrow" Worldliness in those who traverse poets’ re-edited edited re-edited thoughts; semicolan, pause their notes; Mark a lin......

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...I. Treasures That May Be Found In Destiny's New Shift ( Mille viri sententia agere nescit donec suscipit calamum scribere.) For a brief spell, I hung my hammock in the shade of the ancient ta......

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... “The Lost Daughter” Thursday walked through the doors on a Tuesday She sat in the Waiting Room, the place smelled too sterile, Antiseptic wa......

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... "Placebo - Part 2" There’s little sins and HUGE SINS Little mistakes, possibly forgiveable. HUGE MISTAKES, HUGE SINS? That’s a different kind of metronome marking tim......

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...Lifes deepest thoughts believe and understand. Myths buried in the mist, shroud everything. Where pearls of wisdom grow from grains of sand. And wishful thinking, would make churchbells r......

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...Cacophony of the front Hopes and dreams define Humanity, scenes of yesterday Never to be forgotten, from haunting Effects of childhood laughter Uncertainties that become Certainties, seldom bee......

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