Odin Roark
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Little Red Dump TruckA Poem by Odin RoarkFor some of us, visits to a nursing home present more than vacuous eyes and impaired bodies. |
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Today, we are...A Poem by Odin RoarkThe nature of a chameleon is beyond the interest of far too many every-day frauds—especially those having the power to improve life. |
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Flowers That Never OpenA Poem by Odin RoarkThere are so many signs often ignored in our quest for love. Sometimes it’s not easy to pay attention when one is longing. |
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Who Would Argue?A Poem by Odin RoarkSo much to prove, so few who care. Seek. |
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Guilt's Living TunnelA Poem by Odin Roark“Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.” -- Plautus |
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Whispered CadenceA Poem by Odin RoarkParable as a healing closure for those of us adopted. |
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Elusive GoldA Poem by Odin RoarkSome rewards know not age, remaining young forever for those refusing to abandon trust. |
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The End StoolA Poem by Odin RoarkEvery environment for contemplation has its End Stool. |
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Hang Your Heads...A Poem by Odin RoarkAccept this vent, even as citizens, we’re supposed to defend democracy. Sorry, but I’m just a paid-my-dues-and-expect-some-intellegence-f.. |
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BurnA Poem by Odin RoarkIn an effort to stay informed, it seems our species of late is trying very hard to be its own worst enemy. Conservation thrown to the wind, feeding u.. |
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