POETRY
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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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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