Robert L.
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A Self-StudyA Poem by Robert L.The cloud-dripped follicles on which you walk---The scalp of the earth both muddy and soft---You talk in tones clever and arabesque,Your ruthless visa.. |
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What to do when the lights go out...A Poem by Robert L.Seems simple enough, right? |
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Welcome to My WorldA Poem by Robert L.“Welcome to my world,”Says the poet to his page,“Like a boulder being hurled,On you I’ll write my rage.”A shepherd&rsquo.. |
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Choreography in the CarpetA Poem by Robert L.The slithery curves in the carpetFrom my seated perspective seemTo be an ordered pirouette Graphing from some ballerina’s dream.One view may yie.. |
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Our Father Sees Every Sparrow FallA Story by Robert L.“Don’t be late for lunch, Sheridan,” she called after the young lad, as the screen door squeaked and slammed shut. “I won&rsq.. |
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The FriendA Poem by Robert L.Eloquent words, veiling and hollow:He shrouds my ears and consciousness.In sinful mire I do still wallow:Searching for truth in darkness. |
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The Hot Air BalloonA Poem by Robert L.It gently floats through the inferno |
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To the Teacher of a Young ChildA Poem by Robert L.A true story and its broader interpretation... |
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