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to the tune of “Give Me a Home Among the Gumtrees”
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Was approached rather directly by a young & emerging poet about the craft & its process, out came this admonition that covers quite a spread of the te..
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a bit of confessional poetry, not necessarily autobiographical nor an exposé
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There is somewhere you belong,a realm where the echoes of your youthdance with the whispers of time.As a wee one, you wielded words,the mystery of tho..
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If I could relive a single day, It would be one wrapped in golden light, The morning sun, a gentle ray, Soft whispers in the air, pure delight. With l..
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A small road, untouched by human hands,Unveiled only to those who truly see,A lane for butterflies and buzzing bees,Their secret journey through natur..
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Some things weigh more than verse, it’s true,Like a baby’s cry or a dog’s need to chew.A kettle’s loud whistle, talk shows tha..
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In the wreckage of trust,we gather the fragments,each shard a lesson,each splinter a step toward light.Let us speak the unspoken,words hung like low c..
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Pantoum.
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In the shadow that our hearts cast,hatred blooms, a stubborn weedwhere once grew a garden of trust.Words, once tender,shatter like glass,a bridge coll..
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