David P. Eckert
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AdmittedA Poem by David P. EckertAlong with the poem Panic, a description of a hospital experience. |
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Cupid The LiarA Poem by David P. EckertA bit of a rhyme, but need to put love in its place |
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PanicA Poem by David P. EckertOne of a handful of poems about a 2007 hospital experience - and perhaps a little singsong rhymy |
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Still Life With BrushesA Poem by David P. EckertDeveloped a poem to go with a painting of mine |
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Where The Money Tree GrowsA Poem by David P. EckertSpoken Word reflecting on the sequential damage inflicted by multinational corporations. |
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Reluctant BlossomA Poem by David P. EckertIt takes time to grow into one's own beauty and character |
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GenieA Poem by David P. EckertOkay. So this might be a little bit creepy, the dark side and all that. |
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CamouflageA Poem by David P. EckertAn unusual subject for me. How did we end up on an African Savannah? Beats me. |
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Tubal LifeA Poem by David P. EckertImagination? Science Fiction? Allegory? or is it just my odd sense of humor? This was in response to Versenators Challenge #18 |
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Wrenching Souls From SoldiersA Poem by David P. EckertTaking a look at armchair soldiers among other things. |
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