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there was a timewhen thoughtswere pencilled inby flashlight or nightlightwell after the househas shut down for the nightthere was a timewhen poemswere..
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After reading Blue's ordeal, which is representative of the experience of many on other such poetry sites, a little hilarious write that is not meant ..
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When a poet takes up armstheir quill is orphaned quickthough the pen is mightierthe sword some bards will pickhowever just the cause may beforsake the..
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pot plants🪴hapless indulgencesanimated silences quiver🪴hankered imaginationambiguous synapsesquibble 🪴each way you tu..
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a poem’s successionThere is always a poem waiting�"an understudy, breathless in the wings,shadowed by today’s centre stage,its..
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Tendril wafted dunesof barren sands waffle,swirl across mileupon mile in every direction-your face appears a horizon away,there is little comfort foun..
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We are wise not to meddlewith the words of yon Muse,allowing them to touch us--avowed by torchlit trysts;each thought cradled in nettles'elegiac vine ..
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Drenched in heavy morning rain,like a glacier exhaling into the sea,I sit- -still, marrow-shaken-weighed down by endless tests.I seek the scoffer&rsqu..
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Hair in the windBrown in the sunMidday-born light-Silken strands of crested corn.Jack was nimblehe was quickbut he's not taking that candlestick.All t..
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