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Silence, StillnessA Poem by Jacques - iNkwireHow quiet, how static is everything? |
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A Grimy WindowA Poem by David PlantingaLife’s a very busy thing And rushes by so fast, And since inertia rules this world It cannot help but last. Transactions p.. |
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The Melting HoursA Poem by David PlantingaThe town shone cleanest in the mist. The clerk rushed for his train, And if he dallied on his course, The mist would clot to rain. .. |
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LitheA Poem by David PlantingaWords can wriggle through the cracks Where grosser largeness blocks, And even with no aperture Huskless speech can seep through locks.. |
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A Hair ShirtA Poem by David Plantingarhymed verse |
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MurmursA Poem by David PlantingaThe ocean waves are murmuring, And some who walk the shore May pause to hear some wisdom there, And linger more and more. The.. |
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Pale SisterA Poem by David PlantingaThe moon is grim and sly, and keeps Pale secrets from her twin. She hides the darkest of her blushes Behind a slivered grin. .. |
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The Hour-glassA Poem by David PlantingaThis one's a weird one about hour-glasses and bells |
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CrystalsA Poem by David PlantingaThe crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread. Snow faithfully fulfilled its oath, And did just what it said. .. |
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BooleansA Poem by David PlantingaBlack shadows are all sycophants That mimic every shape. White shadows seal their bearers up, And bury what they ape. Black sh.. |
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Bottom RimA Poem by David Plantingaanother poem in ballad stanza |
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ChatterA Poem by David PlantingaBadinage and Persiflage Make such a merry pair, Chatting and bantering all day. No spiteful gossip there. Each goes witho.. |
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To a Shropshire Lad DisheartenedA Poem by David PlantingaTerence, this is stupid stuff: no beer here, just entropy. I put a trochee in the second foot of the first line of the fourth stanza for the harshnes.. |
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poem #19A Poem by David PlantingaDesiccated youth has bones like cork, So porous strong in cells. Lost time perfuses emptiness. And heavy dolor quells. |
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His Coat Of Many ColoursA Poem by Alan S JeevesA more cheerful, colourful, easy read. 5 quatrains from 1975 |
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Search PartyA Poem by Dominik D. RitesA quick quatrain after a long night of release. |
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