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the bubbleA Poem by anais.vionetWe need to address climate change - EVERY country in the world agrees it's real - the science is undeniable (unless you're being paid to deny it). |
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The FlameA Poem by Brian D. RothWhen inspirations are as dry as hollow snowflakesfloating through your fingersand the muse hibernates in an igloo of idlenessa glacial sense of doubta.. |
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ConservatoryA Poem by Andrew JohnIambic pentameter |
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The Eternity Garden. The Third in the Wing Series.A Poem by Ken Simm.A ghost story. |
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Hand Written Mornings. The Fifth in the Wing Serie..A Poem by Ken Simm.The next in the series. The Wing Cycle. To the Living One. |
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Christmas stomp elegyA Poem by T.H.crowded lovingly, crowned street kindred, blow-a-kiss, hello-hello, gas lights whispers gossips, murmur, murmur, in to an ear .. |
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How Fortunate We AreA Poem by The CragWriting how the variety of life that we have on this beautiful planet and that we really need to value it more than we do. |
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Tir nan OgA Poem by Ken Simm.Part 2. Read in conjunction with the previous one. |
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The Sounds and the Images of the Golden Beloved.A Poem by Ken Simm.Yesterday and today. |
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Small details tattooedA Poem by Ken Simm.Small details tattooed on you in the day of landscape. Sex words softly through an open white window. A complex sky washed with pale col.. |
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In the Water of a Moon.A Poem by Ken Simm.Faeries. |
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Two Days. The Names of Morning ColoursA Poem by Ken Simm.Two Days. To her, there are. These happen now. Places in the moon dark. Some to touch, some to be. Lying comfortable in old troubles. .. |
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Several Thoughts on Magic Days.A Poem by Ken Simm.As above so below. |
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The Hebrew MaidenA Poem by Poet PittinixLove and blues. |
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An AfternoonA Poem by mnicorataSomething I came up with sitting on my porch in the afternoon. |
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A Night StrollA Poem by mnicorataI stroll down and two paths meet One divisive without uttering sounds To this I call upon the elder trees Dining on its sweet nectar Melti.. |
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A Night to Sleep ToA Poem by mnicorataA beautiful night with nothing on my mind but had a hard time sleeping. |
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Dying in the Morning.A Poem by Ken Simm.I stand in the sea, so I can hear the forest. Hearing you speak. With written words. Here on this page. As clouds come away from t.. |
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