the tipsy writer
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S.A.D.A Poem by the tipsy writerI won’t write to please you.I won’t even write to please myself.(Though’ I hope I do).I’ll write to get it all out of my head... |
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pastel mornings, neutral days, neon nightsA Poem by the tipsy writerLet me wake to pastel mornings.Sweet, soft skies that gently beckon in new days.To melodic rhymes of songbirdsHarmonized with soft river currentsThat .. |
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poetic uglyA Poem by the tipsy writerIt’s beautiful-these ugly things.They’re real.Not posed to look real.What’s real anyways?When mom told me to smile,And forgot the la.. |
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a love letter to MaineA Poem by the tipsy writerThoreau loved Maine and I understand whyWith its subtle, ancient wisdomDemure mountains contrasted against the Rockies,Which scream and yell their exi.. |
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my future, my heartA Poem by the tipsy writerI’ve given my future to the westTo the grand possibilities of tomorrow.To sunny days and rainy daysEndless drives through wheat countryAnd grape.. |
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unadventurous adventureA Poem by the tipsy writerThere’s something to be saidFor taking a worn pathCarved in by your stepsFrom the journeys beforeEach step, familiarEach step, a coming homeNew .. |
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with permissionA Poem by the tipsy writerLet me be beautiful.Let me be intelligent.Let me be inquiring.And a wanderer.And diligent.And complex.Let me be happy.But let me be real.Let me be ugl.. |
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at peaceA Poem by the tipsy writerI hold these moments closeAfraid that with time, they will fall awayAs ephemeralas their moment of birthForged from early morning drivesAnd heavy brea.. |
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into the forestA Poem by the tipsy writerDid I find God in the forest?Did I find peace?Can I confuse the two,Or have one without the other?The trees are my god.The mountain is the alterAt whi.. |
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The DescentA Poem by the tipsy writerOn the mountain, your life is laid bare As the town and landscape below. A birds-eye perspective on what you hold close- F.. |
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