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This is just a poem in memory of a great man.

There's a hint of Bukowski in here, it's crass. Don't read it if you're easily offended.

Rhyming muddle romantic notions with a sense of foreboding.

Simplicity.

Rhyming with meaning, you have to read it to understand.

A list of sorts describing what I need in a man, fun and truthful.

Another short and funny poem about my childhood.

This one started out as a sestina, but once I was finished I played with the form a bit, enjoy.

Part of a series I wrote on childhood, very light and airy.

Short CNF about the good captain.