Thoroughgoing Poems | Examples


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Premium Member Submarine into Ooze

I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen

we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter

unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?

you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)

Parking Lot Epiphany

Dreary, muted Sunday,

wind-blown spaces 

snowy and empty:

Boxing day, 8:40 a.m.,

at the local big box store:

unexpectedly, outside the car window:

dull white, grey gulls fly,

disappear  --- chameleon-like  ---

against intractable, dull white, grey clouds:

hushed, natural intimations of the infinitely bigger picture;

a sudden, bourgeoning sense of the thoroughgoing mystery,

the "way out of the wilderness":

intrigued the human heart beats again roused.

Premium Member Darkness Remains-

The scarcity that really utters
 above all others 
is duplicity upset
DARKNESS 
 by how thoroughgoing dirty 
I saw the errors of my eye ways
 I mourn the bad decisions made
 keeping the light out my eyes 
absence is in its way 
present of mankind...Darkness Reigns

5/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020


Legendary Country Rocker

on tour, gone to the mountain, raising the roof,

keeping time w/ the music of the spheres;

down that old, ecstatic, out-of-the Way-

honky tonk highway,

a star blazing brighter

in the mystery of the night

in the heart of the desert.


***


(Usury is dead, not God.

There're no bloodied, dancing bears

in the three-ring circus.

There're no circuses.

There's only bread.

There's no organ grinder's cowed monkey,

cap and beggar's cup in hand.

Sweeping, the river runs fuller.

Cacti grow taller, more thoroughgoing,

desert blooms burgeoning,

blooming richer in the moonlight.)


***


Real deal,


saint and sinner,


hunkered thundering over his drum kit,


and coolest in dark shades in the heat and


glare of the spotlight,


he beams, Buddha-like.

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