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Sonnet

Thine tongue spins candy floss In thine absence of a moment A lifetime seems lost I seek no anointment For Thine caresses art mine gloss Thy husband...

Eagle Beagle

There once was a beagle who flew like an eagle by flapping his floppy long ears. He'd swoop down like a bat and would bark so loud that all of the...

The Crown Of Gilda

There was once a poor husband and wife, named Rothbert and Gilda who lived in a small cottage at the edge of a forest and one day, while she was out...
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Fading

On a plane with your memory Fading away from me Over the next mountain I might forget your skin And its touch, and the way We’d touch feet beneath...

Inertia

Experience trapped in a box, Memories motioning in a bid To break free, silence milling In the deafening darkness Like crabs trying to crawl To the...
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One for the road

A quiet moment
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All Smoke And No Mirrors

My dad looked, not unlike a classical sculpture, roman nose, hollow cheeks, almond-shaped eyes, tanned skin, close wavy hair. He was sporty, he could...
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Jack Mutant - Which Way is Down (part 7)

Jack glanced at the window, it was dark now and their meal was finished, his heart sank, he knew it must be late but he didn't dare check the time on...

Reaching

(photo 1) A stricken tree, its bones survive – grey, honed they reach, and taper high to poke the blue, like twisting roots upon the sky.

La Sota De Copas

As meta as meta can be... Several edits Sept 21, 2020. Image source: https://www.tarot.es/wiki-tarot/significado-de-la-sota-de-copas-en-el-tarot Revisited today because the meaning of the Knave of Cups in tarot is good news...

Tanka

If you go down the rabbit hole No adventure or Elixir Awaiting you is a mole. Oh what a bore!

Particulate Pollution (Haiku)

Minute yet Traces of soot left en masse Of particles separate

Idea for helping people: Local Investment Society

A local investment society is like a building society, except it doesn't give loans to buy houses, instead what it gives is loans to local projects...

THE POEM I HAVE NOT WRITTEN

my muse is growing restless from her failure to inspire she hasn't sparked the embers that would resurrect the fire . hell hath seen no fury like a...

The Big Mouth Bully

The Big Mouth Bully -By Paul McCann. Those who humiliate and intimidate with words written or spoken are bullies and here are some of the things a...

A Fallen Hero

Wounded in the first wave of fighting He fell back into the trench the tide of pain passed Waves of water around his body whispering his name Dimly...

Whispers of the horned beast

This is the beggining of a story i'm not sure about. based on a D&D campaign I ran a while ago

Tears from Heaven

Forever and a day lying awake listening to the falling rain forever and a day it's a welcoming blessing I'd say Forever and a day looking towards a...

The Grace Of Sight

The Grace Of Sight By Paul McCann Ears that hear and eyes that see , are what God has given me . Without them I would be blind and it would be hard...

Tanka

Tendrils of Yucca In my garden Facing the Mecca And praying to Ra

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