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Gladly - an old poem re-edit.

Gladly like the feathery motion...

quote

Ive never heard this before myself but im.sure it has been.said many a time. I like it. I believe that words are very powerfull. All insults mean the...

The beginning and end of tears

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] This world, when all was brought to be – the beauty, wonder we still see was not yet marred in any way, and...

a new ayah

"if you beget (provoke) from those who love you then they will beget you not." "Likewise if you beget (love, provoke, etc) from those who hurt you...

What is a Wongii? (Nonsense Poem)

Oh what is a Wongii? No one can agree. Some say it has one eye; some say it has three. Some say it has white fur; some say it is blue but no one is...

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (22) Betcha By Golly Wow – Lindsay’s Tale (Part 04)

When the balloon went up, the three girls all ran in different directions and unknown to them the group of pursuers were halted in their tracks when the appreciative crowd put themselves between them and their prey, but not being aware of that fact, as they never looked back, the girls just ran hell for leather like startled deer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (067) Returning to the Missions (Part 03)

He carefully positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth. The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath him and lick her lips.

Soldier-Counting

A poem on the concept of numbers and our ability to organize or instruct their order. "are they all one constant form, like drops of yellow wine in a spray of champagne,[...]"
Gold cherry

leaf and loam

leaf and loam faces in the green, fading, keen through tangles, wrought from blackthorn bound. leaf and loam, first, falling bronze, then moist in...

The Purpose Of Life

The Purpose Of Life By Paul McCann What makes me who I am in essence is a context of cultures in my own lifestyle . Other areas that could have an...

Reporting The Truth

Reporting The Truth By Paul McCann Jesus died on the cross before journalism ever could report what happened and yet the story was told . Imagine how...

Abuse In The Work Place

Abuse in The Work Place - The Hidden Problem By Paul McCann Abuse can take many forms . It is a crime and often it goes unnoticed and unpunished . To...

A Walk to the Grocery Store

I was moderately drunk when I got home. It was Friday night, and while not especially late, I was feeling ready to relax and go to bed. I had been...

what does love feel like. "a continuum of become"

What does love feel like " in continuum of become" falling into eyes of skies pooled deep intense absorbed aware exquisite slow, felt, seen within,...

Me Ol' China Joe - Part Three of Three - A Craven Danger Mystery

London, 1 September 1948 At the Hangman's Noose on the Thames Betty took in the view from her table overlooking the river. I give Mr. Danger five...

The Sloth and The Moth

A sloth, one day, was sleeping when a moth came softly creeping and the moth tickled the sloth upon the knee. So the sloth then tried to swat it and...

Why?

on the lookout for something. a poem that looks at a why.
Cherry

This is for you - Delarosa, November 18th, 1978

This is the next part of something longer I'm writing :)

Opening Day Part two Downtown Abbey (mary)

Mary was standing on the balcony of her room overlooking the entire estate,Her lacy purple dress blowing in the wind.She was drinking a celebratory...

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