Poetry is the rhythm of the soul. It is the written seed of song. It is the muse of the painter’s brush and the rhyme of the philosopher’s reason… and I have a lot of it.
LATEST POETRY
POETRY ARCHIVE
(A to Z)
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MY SON
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NAKED WITHOUT HIM
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NEVER DROWNED
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NEVER OVER
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NEVER STOP
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NEVER TO OLD
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NEW NORMAL
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NO FEAR
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NOT AWAY
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NOT OVER
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NOT REPEATING
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NOTHING TO LOSE
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OCEAN
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OH WISE ONE
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OPEN BOOK
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OPEN YOUR EYES
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OUT OF MY CONTROL
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OVERJOYED
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PATIENCE
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PIVOT
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PIVOT
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PROTECTION?
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PROTESTS
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PURGE
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QUICK
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RAPE
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RESOLUTION
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SANTA CLAUS IS COMING
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SHE LETS HER GUARD SLIP
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SHE LOVES TO HATE HERSELF
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SHINY THINGS FOR SHALLOW MINDS
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SHIPS DON’T SINK
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SHOTS FIRED
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SLEEP WELL
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SO MUCH
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SO MUCH TO DO
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SOMETHING IN THE KEY OF “C”
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SONGS WE SING
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SPOKE THE VOICE
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STARE
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STOP FIGHTING
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STRANGE RAMBLINGS
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SUCH A WASTE / DIGITAL INK
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SUCKS TO BE YOU
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SUFFER THE STING
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THANKS FOR PLAYING THE PART
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THE BEGINNING
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THE BOX
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THE CHARGE
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THE CHILD
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THE FIRST STEP IS LONG
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THE FRIDGE
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THE IRONY OF THE CONSUMER
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THE JOURNEY
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THE JOURNEY IS LONG AND TREACHEROUS
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THE LINE
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THE LINE IS EASILY BROKEN
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THE MENTAL LEAP
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THE MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE
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THE MULTIPLE LAYERS OF INTELLIGENT DESIGN
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THE PRESSURE MOUNTS
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THE RACE
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THE REASON
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THE ROCK
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THE RUDDER
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THE SAIL
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THE SIGNPOST
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THE WAY FORWARD
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THE WEASEL
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THERE IS SO MUCH
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THEY ENCROACH
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THIS MARKS THE END
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TIME DISPLACED
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TIRED
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TO A CLOSE
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TO DEFLECT
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TO LET IT OUT
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TO START THE SHOW
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TO THE SPY
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TO THE SURFACE / BALL POINT PEN
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TODAY
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TOKEN
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TOO OLD
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TOO TIRED
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TRAILAH
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TRY SOMETHING
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TURN THE HANDLE
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UNTIL THE DAWN
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VACANCY
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WE CAN CHANGE
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WE CAN SAY
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WE CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS
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WE MOVE
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WE NEED SOMETHING
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WE SIT IN SILENCE
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WE WRITE WITH QUESTIONS
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WHAT DOOR
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WHAT FOOLS ARE WE?
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WHAT IS FAMILY?
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WHAT LIES BETWEEN
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