Jack E. B. : Writing

Creatures Of Habit...

Creatures Of Habit...

A Poem by Jack E. B.


We're creatures of habit, There's no denying the name, Born to daily routines with some quite the mundane, I'm not trouncing the list, In fact..
Ultra Sultry...

Ultra Sultry...

A Poem by Jack E. B.


Her ultra sultry looks cascade, I'm caught up in her serenade! What is this gaze that haunts my soul as easy as the West Wind blows? No words are ..
Prophetic Indulgences

Prophetic Indulgences

A Poem by Jack E. B.


Virgin vessel beyond reproach leaving twisted cryptic words of boast, Sally forth! Make your presence known, Walking on water while throwing stones..
The Devil's Storm...

The Devil\'s Storm...

A Poem by Jack E. B.


Dark...
The Mists...

The Mists...

A Poem by Jack E. B.


The whispering snows of night give way to the dawn only to find shrouded street lights still lingering on, The world lies in repose 'neath opaque ve..

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