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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Profundity is not my strength;
I bark out weakling raves,
And like a partisan I sneer
At peacock-feathered knaves.
I'm easily derailed and roiled
By tides until I'm numbed,
And so, in final reckonings,
My game is zero-summed.

© 2020 Wilyem Clark


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Added on November 18, 2020
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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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