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Wicked ThingsA Poem by icelandicblueMischief danced in the dark as the odor of dead thingsoverpowered the scent of pine.This was not a place for the fair folkor butterflies but a cold sp.. |
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Shine So SoftlyA Poem by icelandicblueHere I sit in the archival hall of memories looking through the gossamer of silken shadows watching in wonder at.. |
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Who Knows?A Poem by icelandicblueI've known you all my lifealthough we've never metpunching your own ticketmere mortals can't forget.Always reminding everyonehow you're one step ahead.. |
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In This PlaceA Poem by icelandicblueLife's scalpel has taken a sagittal sliceof time and thrown it upon hewn logsto crackle and smoke in heated whorls.The present never really isswallowe.. |
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The Brain of A Splintered PoetA Poem by icelandicblueI'd like to write a poemperhaps just one a daybut there is something in my brain that just won't work that way.My phone is filled with snippetsof my i.. |
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Anne Of The CeltsA Poem by icelandicblueThe Apocalypse cameand I didn't care.I had too much to doto go anywhere.Four stinkin horsementhat's all that you got?I've got anger and sorrowand word.. |
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Rain ShadowA Poem by icelandicblueThe earth did not shudderas I became the shadein this landscape ofthe misconstrued.When was it thatthe afterthought of whoand what became only footste.. |
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Code 187A Poem by icelandicblueBlood splatter like tear dropsfall against cracked plaster,blue booties traipse through the carnageand ask who would sculpt such a thing?Eyes open in .. |
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The Sparkling Dome of An Endless UniverseA Poem by icelandicblueThe carpet of evening slowly unrolls across the skyas the stars bloom in bejeweled wonder.How I long to pluck some of them and arrange a bouquet that .. |
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Her VoiceA Poem by icelandicblueMaya Angelou 1928-2014 |
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