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More To It Than Rhyme

By dutton on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Rhyme is not all poetry is!

Opinion

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Tulloch

By teresacatto on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Nursing Home Fire

Autobiography

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Eve

By fecky on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Beware the impatience of youth.

Humour

Certificate PG

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Music At The Tail End Of The Monsoon.

By a.p. on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Kerali Music At The Tail End Of The Monsoon.

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Play Streets

By katch on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Post War play-streets

Autobiography

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Ash For Admiration

By dutton on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Confession to the girl I love

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Self Portrait with Giant Squid

By amordantbaron on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

self absorbption has its hazards

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Certificate 12

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Broken

By david_brandon on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

I couldn't be more unhappy if I tried - I couldn't be more unhappy if I died I feel so unwanted by you - It's like there's nothing I can do At least...

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Come On

By david_brandon on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Something short.

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I wanted to kiss you

By fey_mouse on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

I wanted to kiss you like the impulse to walk infront of fast traffic, not wait for the lights to say I can. I wanted to kiss you like licking just...

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Poem of almost infinite mass

By on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

This poem is imploding. Obsessed with its own gravity, it has started to suck in everything. Even light cannot escape. Don't let it get you too...

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Gone

By on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

This torture is no meditation. A December day craves the sun to bring news of you; watches telephones as hours pass and go just as you have gone. You...