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time’s a vagabond thattravels along bywaysacross life's big pondits ticker's a bicker--a nagging that's thickerthan freckles on a faceits tockin..
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From the rugged shores of Penzance,a figure emerges, cloaked in the salt-spray.A privateer, pockets jingling with spoils,his presence a mix of legend ..
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Scattered like starsthoughts glimmer:constellations of ideasmosaics of the mind’s workings.Words twist and turna labyrinth of meaningeach line r..
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as feathers in flight; none of them stayin the lapping of waves, multitudinousgrip slipping off, pulling further awaydisappearing into the moon's pull..
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I was but a boycircling my hauntexcited by glintssparking my peripherystriking from sandyfootprints in the suncascading upwardsas I diminish withinits..
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in response to Davidgeo’s “beer poetry”, a Springtime flight of fancy…
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revision of a 2018 release
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non-existent metaphors glide pastthis momentarily lucid blindspotwhere Snuffalopagus intimatesa sauntering, “Hiyah, Bird!”
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Three dots dancing, blinking bright,Like marquee lights in the dark of night.A rhythm timed in silence creeps,Promises held, secrets to keep.Each puls..
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BlossomingSpring arrives,and with it, the cherry blossoms,a delicate reminder of life's fleeting beauty.Under the canopy of sakura,I am reborn, each p..
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