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Alan Thorimbert Poem
Athena
the dutiful daughter standing behind her father
in lightning thick with aegis assurance
read to protect her family
and counselling them times of need
Athena, the grey eyed goddess
who watches carefully with graceful wisdom
coercing ignorance into obliteration
solutions fly into her hands
for her to dispense and she desires
Athena of the City
philosophizing with the common man
trading amongst mortals
companion to heroes in distress
strategic with the broken soldier
Athena the virginal queen
modesty made attractive
purity prioritized in beauty
who ran through rape's smitten fires
with the strength of civilization in her hands
Yet even you, Pallas Athena,
illustrious among even immortals,
are not without your faults
Even you fear death's decay
dragging your name into Lethe's depths
You weave with Fate's spindles in faulted pride
as your equals fall beneath your altar
spinning spiders slaving in cinders
and gorgons grazing beneath your Parthenon
made golden by their angered gaze
Are you not jealous as well as just?
Is not your immorality made irrelevant
in the light of your immorality?
One does begin to wonder
If your wisdom is mere intelligence
Your knowledge mere luck covered stupidity
Your duty and honor merely a fear
To be seen as a vulnerable beauty
Your prized purity mere pride
Your longevity simply a lie
Perhaps all the exists of you
Is a memory wasted with the false belief
That your good outweighs your transgressions
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I saw you today
the sun swirled around your beauty
and I envied it's chance to dance with you
in a glorious eddy of entanglement
I wanted to speak to you of love
but time and space seemed to always block my way
and others always seemed
to be there to build a wall between you and me
And so once again
I spent my day
just being with you
but never telling you of my thoughts
that have taken to slumbering in the refuge of my mind
Now those thoughts tell tales
that have no concerns for keeping silent
I saw you today
and birds sang of your extravagance
it was a melody that cradles one's soul
and draws water from one's eyes
I wanted to join in
but my cowardice
gave counsel
to spend my time looking on from afar
It told me it was far better
to boldly love you with the love of knights
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Alan Thorimbert Poem
Broken cookie crumbs
across the patio floor
a child's broken heart
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Alan Thorimbert Poem
Along the old and winding path
Unwatched, unheard, unseen
A bird flew swiftly by
A robin red and soft
It sang a mournful song
That trilled and trailed
A tangled melody
The sun shone darkly
Through storm clad boughs
As spring spun gales rushed by
A heighted sensation
Soon mimicked in the small birds aria
Fell quickly cross the path,
That old and winding path
Where trees huddle closely
And whispers become lost
And life continues quietly
Unwatched, unheard, untouched
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Alan Thorimbert Poem
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No words from my mouth,
no sound uttered from my lips,
silence, sweet succumbing silence
it clears one mind from unnerving thoughts
curtails curiosity, creates a refuge
where one may stand still
in comfortable unmoved limbo
I will not stand for what is right,
or what is wrong;
I will not choose between the two
My opinions matter not,
nor will I make my thoughts known
But neutrality never satisfies
submersed secreting anger lies beneath its surface
no stance at all is still a stance,
one accomplishing nothing,
yet provoking both sides
to war with it
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A wandering wavering wind bleeding doubt
wraps tightly ‘round its' victim
in a masterful landscaped sketch of anger
it falters and stumbles
in its' indecisive nature
that at times sways around
the arch of a sword
determined only to find the truth of its' mark
An unsettled mind
decides only to take itself out of everything,
it finds joy in being nowhere
and in that it hides
behind a misted mask of silence
it may cry with tears of unknown sorrow
as it dances its' weak-kneed waltz
around the truth that dares
to spin out of control
A lumbering languid mindset
is preoccupied with listening
to every single word of every conversation
but never acting on anything
it search for conspiratorial theoretical indiscernible meanings
where there is nothing;
It is a foolish denial of the possibility
of easily accessible truth
An unguided emotional eddy of evasiveness
tangles around cords of hesitancy
it swirls in fearful tranquility
only broken by
strong communication
that is covered in truth and love
and in honesty and compassion
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Freedom unleashed is not without danger
A hurricane is the work
Of complete freedom given to the lords of wind
A typhoon is the unguarded power
Of all of Poseidon’s armies
A volcanic eruption is the result
Of when nature’s mad scientist is given no boundaries
When mud slides over homes
It is the earth asserting her independence
Does not lightning strike where it will?
Do not floods fall fastly through all who block its path?
Does not the forest fire consume all in soot and dust?
So take your steps to prove your point
Be wild and free; like wind, rain and fire
Listen to your heart and gut,
Those two precious instincts that so easily fool us
Become that force to be reckoned with
I’ll wait patiently by, here in silence
Until your learn the secret of freedom
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A wanton whisper quickly said
Is never left for dead
It sits in wait while time goes by
And in a valley hidden doth it lie
Words soon forgotten are never lost
They never are not without a cost
So raise our voice so all may hear
and the the subtle truth ring out as a lyre
Speak clear as calming airs
Beware to trap them in complex layers
Give strength to all you say
and above all keep dragging deceit at bay
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A sailors moon
reddened with lost love
scarlet in sorrow
serenading deaths victims
in a desperate plea for them to come home
A sailors moon
dark with the desperation of lovers
a farewell speech
a fleeting mirage of familiarity
a forgotten fragility of the heart
A sailors moon
cold and cumbersome
heavy and burdensome
only to be lifted with the light of day
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