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Blood BrothersA Poem by Tim SchultzWhen the world takes you over, remember who you were. |
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What was a life worth?A Poem by JohannaOkay, so the story behind this is that I watch a lot of crimeshows, and I wrote a poem inspired by a men we often see in thoose kind of shows.. men th.. |
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The BoneyardA Story by Nathan ChallisA unsuspecting sword for hire finds death incarnate. |
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The House of DreadA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe house had an evil aspect as It hung out over the street, Casting a permanent shadow there Where the market stalls would meet, .. |
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Sorrow in my BonesA Poem by Aevumlong poem |
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SocietyA Poem by MADAMA view on society and how humans prey on humans for sport, often resulting in cruel or self-destructive qualities developing as part your personality... |
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Chambermaid With RavensA Poem by Robert RonnowThe Aberdeen bus arrives, deposits and boardsthe same people daily. One is the dark-hairedchambermaid at the tourist lodge, awkwardin her print dress .. |
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Dad's BarkA Poem by Robert RonnowDad's bark is worse than his verse.When he hits it doesn't really hurt.The dirt outside the house is soil.The mouse inside the house is life.Can't esc.. |
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Undersky Sleeping, HousekeepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith a sitting rock,an oak. In backyards, shagbark hickory and maple.Ants climb the rock.August, birdscelebrate floweringweeds, the se.. |
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Bone MusicA Poem by Robert Ronnow1Last night dinnerwith four couplespoints out the difficulties in living togetherand apart. Even theson of a wealthy doctor, disdainful ofineb.. |
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Snake CreekA Poem by Robert RonnowTired body aches. Long walk on starry night�"ears attuned for bear at creek, or cougar.Nothing, not a doe. But that afternoon.. |
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Supermarket CelebrationA Poem by Robert RonnowSupermarket celebrationshoppers are cytoplasm searchingfor cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis.Oils, petrochemical and vegetablelove: faith and trustfor.. |
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Simon & Garfunkel "The Boxer"A Poem by Alfred Kukitzlie, lie, lie! |
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CarvingA Poem by G. ColemanNo art I’ve found more beautiful,More elegant,Or ominous,Than that which I witnessed,Being carved into that bone.Flakes were sanded,Scratch.. |
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STOP FRISKING AROUND ME AND GO AWAY!A Poem by MarieAn overly-friendly dog... |
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All the Worlds There AreA Poem by Robert RonnowJust watching raindrops slapping leavesis better than anything requiring electricityincluding fame and posterity. Mondaymorning I walk over to the art.. |
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