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My sister once told me that when she was in Rome, she wanted to die.She was standing on a crowded rooftop.Under her worn and cheaply made American sne..
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Scattered on the table between us
Are crumpled condiments
Discarded ketchups and mustards
Casual leavings of a fatherly chat
My withered h..
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It is an modern Italian sonnet translated into English so the rhyme scheme is in Italian, not the English.
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If you want to have hot air
Blown up your a*s
Stand over a heater
Or go to a poetry website.
Good god,
Such magnolia-skinned &ldquo..
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Proper Noun
Flighted animal
Rather, a bird.
Or perhaps an adjective
Red in plumage
Still mainly a noun,
But to males only.
Red, too, are the ma..
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This rheumatism is a clueless chasm
Into which I’ve strayed -
A broken doll left from the fall
On a slippery slope of womanly devotion..
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The ghostly little crabs
That live at the edge of the sea
Tunnel down and down
Fleeing the dusty air and brilliant sun
For the swampy depths belo..
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Three boys stumble on a homeless woman's den in the woods and decide to destroy it to chase her away, but she catches them before they can all get awa..
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A smiling face, a glinting eye
Dancing just out of focus
Slightly left of center
Past the happy visage of loved ones;
A grinning fool caught froze..
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There is a wondrously slippery quality
Of the world in which we live.
So solid
So loose
Our bodies, so firm in their realities
Their t..
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