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47cold play a poem
cold play Category: Writing and Poetry before a field stands a noble maple, a chilled wind fondles its leaves, it shutters and blushes and looses grip, emblazened and many hued, its harvest dress falls to the...
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44writers lament
sun and sand photography A whirlwind blowsin a desert of white pagesEardrums ringin the unbearable silence*Keep writing* the inner voice commandsBefore the window slides shutand the vision has vanishedFill...
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44does size matter/ in a poem?
butter churned days a cascading sun, fills the hills flowing to a quite stream, Where a clothesline is at full sail close is a cabin with a fire warmed hearth a field of daisies stands with...
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48remembrance
sun and sand photography Do you remember, the days of childhood playing dress up in your memma's attic dreaming of days when we would be grownups you wrapped up in yards of lace adorned with...
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46twilight poetry
sun and sand photography Twilight Starlight Gazing hazing hazing misty moonlight memories phasing phasing moonbeams dance on sunlights glow twilight eyes sparkle in the dawn's silver show sweet breaths of...
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46A stab at the dark
A stab at the dark. This life narrative is all about poses; domestic relevance chronic apathy. People sucked into a flourescent abyss barely lucid stuck in the rut of industry. ...
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43love speak
LOVE You speak of love, but it is your love that destroys me. Early on before the seven year itch, Your every word flooded my soul. Our world was colored, like the maple before winter. Now...
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61rhyme on a dime
BECOMING I wait for you, in an odeum of passion built by you. Your kisses, thoughtful caresses, radiant heat, tempering me breaking through my gaurding varnish, my veneer of strength. Your essence rises...
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48bang the drum churn the fire
sun and sand photography newspaper like the sword draws a red line full of contradiction both rapture and release a narrative prose varnished in a bewitching mist the spine rippled...
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