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9:11 10/15/2004

used to write, passionate, something major to say, but now I'm bored, trying to fill 40 lines, with meaning, writing an exploration into one's...

14:44 9-16-04

so many choices, so many ways

Mind Your Ps And Qs

Advice To A Young Girl

Station

A poem inspired by arriving at Swansea Train Station

Triplets

A poem.

Monologophobia

A man addresses his fear of using the same word twice. A poem.

Fruit Rots

decay
Cherry

Dust Digger

whatever culture loss is the same

Love is

This is a poem written by my son when he was ten. It has been published.

The Death of Love

He took a sword to love Smiled as he carved her like a Sunday roast Thin slices that were fed to the dogs of lust And then afterwards he felt hungry...

Stop

Arrest this love! I demand the immediate Cessation of feeling Wanting, needing Lock it up Throw the key Into the deepest drain I'm disinclined To...

It's so cold...

The freezing weather creates problems

Kaph

A colleague remarked humorously of an earlier memory in which the termagant Xanthippe -the wife of Socrates is making the oracle known to him through the oval murmurings, the art of the gentle coaxing in vexation, of bringing out midwifery. Immediately Anthus made it known that the oracle of the Pythian Priestess was insincere to the art of the dialectic as it diabolically reduced Socrates to an assumed vindication: ?Know thy self?.

the Golden years

In memory of May, who died christmas 2003

Howard Dean

The mysterious wife of Howard Dean, is this another ploy?

Dear Patience

if you could... you wood, if you know, blow...

Around the world

getting away from it all

What am I?

What am I? I am an old woman, reminiscing on my departed youth. I'm a tired housewife worrying where my husband is tonight. I'm a Rabbi, pondering...

Gheist

Perhaps an entry for this 'Ghosts' contest?

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