Best Thinking Poems

~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality

~the prologue~

just a child
he clenches his teeth
grinding 
creating a screeching sound
much like...

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Ekphrasis on Album Cover Art – 3-28-25
Jericho Road – Written, sung, recorded by poet
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Thinking About Jericho Road

A road with no name, where earth births stillborn stones,
Snakes through stillness
Into a fading perspective that neither winks nor smiles
Not touching impotent palms of bleached fronds,
Colored in the scent...

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There are long years to come ,and I know

I would never lick fresh sweetness

from the sugar of your lips

Nor will I taste the salty tears of last goodbyes

But my beloved...

there will never be a sunset without me thinking  of you

I'll think of you with...

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I’m thinking of the letter “B”
    So close and yet so far
It seems a bit unfair to me
     Let’s stop, reset the bar

We’ve cast the “B” to status, poor
     With quality less pleasing
Like something...

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"Violinist : Diana Yukawa  Vocals : Jemma  Lyrics : The Poet"

Where do we go to?
Feelings so blue now,
When we think of you.
So many souls are gone now.
Gone forever into the blue.
Lost not forgotten.
Thinking of you.
Thinking of you.
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Where do we go to now?
Where do...

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like a waltz with her guilt for a soldier and son

like a foetus that hears and fears fallout’s begun


like the praise for a man who once lit up her floor

like the things we can't find but are still searching for


like a warm song of summer...

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it like you care
i mean if you keep on
keeping on
i might whined-up thinking you
love me or something
I mean kissing and dance
getting those second glances
and the notes on my phone
I might whined-up thinking
you love me.
sometimes I think about
the way you might preseve me
and than I wonder...

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Tossing on my rocking chair,
In pitch sable dark of the night,
Where no stars shimmer in the sky,
Waiting for the early morning light.
The bay window is clean, with a wide scene.
Would the day reveal a land with woods so green? 

Occasionally the moon penetrates
The heavy rainy...

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Ink of my skin doesn't define me, 
                   nor does it construe my poetry....

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Reciprocity of entrancement, poised -
duality, despite the noise
Eye to eye, as arrow slains,
without an ounce of physical pain

    Carnal stare ~ makes time stop,
    quivering like an unspun spinning top
    Proximity ~ an explosive art;
 ...

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trapped in skeletal arms of the wolverine forest,
I crave rose-scents from the corpse crescent,
   seeing through the portal of pained pupils,
written with cinder-gold between 
lethal lines of nostalgic nightfall,
about sunsets woven in angst,
from stone-cold tears
s u p p r e s s e...

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Anne-Lise Andresen-  "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady" 
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual" 
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas" 
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles" 
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties" 
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian! 
Carolyn Devonshire- "Sweet Caroline" (R.I.P. dear Carolyn)
Christina Bowring- "Hugs &...

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I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That the sun is a guitar
Who plays in the summer, in the blue sky,
That men do not love the saints,
That pear...

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Thinking of your smile makes my day,
So inspired to write a poem of what I feel,
Can’t take you out of my mind my dear.
 
In my heart you are my love so dear,
You always make a brighter day,
I hope you really know how I feel.

When...

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REINCARNATION THINKING?

Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color in the 
background and spaces of the images

Sub-titles are allowed.

When the coloring book is finished
we are given a new one...

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