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Here’s a song for the everyday heroes,
Know them by the light in their eyes,
In street clothes, uniforms or in bluejeans,
Duty calls and the ..
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Words, like latticework,
Criss-Cross thoughts, North, South, East, West,
Until they are born.
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Sleep, Leviathan,
Did not Ahab slake your thirst?
Rest in your dark triumph.
The promise to us,
Never again by water.
We trust in His words.
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Tread softly my love.
The plank floor creaks,
And the cotton rug is threadbare.
Come gently to me,
While flames flicker,
And cast dream shadows..
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I'm writing a six-word-novel
Like Ernest Hemingway,
I'm writing a six-word-novel
It came to me today,
In writing a six-word-novel
There won&rsquo..
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I siphon now the vein of truth
In Walrus's discourse,
To try to show the young at hand
All that the Oysters lost.
When Carpenter and Walrus walk..
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Popeye said it best,
"I am what I am, and that's
All that I am!"-YAY!!
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My process is this:
I Write it-Change it-Change it
Change it-Change it-Again!
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'Beyond the pale'
Came to mind today.
Words and gunshots
Traversing this line
In the hot sand,
The red sand,
In an arena of slaughter,
An Abatt..
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In Memory of Heather Heyer
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