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musings

my rain dotted window blurs the lonely neon lights dark corners cave in cabs are sentimental machines Cab rides on hazy nights the weary head plooped...

Knights of shame

Must it be so bright That it blinds The armor, that is wrapped around you The pride that gilds it, shines like a beacon Oh how tall you sit, on that...

Must you:

always stand there as life dances by to shy to join to bold to hide wear that false smile showing the world lies such a pretty mask that fails at...

Escape

Dwindling in idle gratitude of my own silence, Interruption upon the observation of uncontrolled enviorment, Cascading over the designed sanctuary...
Cherry

Remnants

It was pennies in a jar, odd nails and pieces of copper wires strew inside a tool box. The comical drawing with the block lettered caption that he’d...
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Cherry

A Summer Story (Revised) Part One

A fluster of dark brown hair bounced upon my forehead in a springy buoyant rhythm, while each leap jarred my knee each time my feet struck the...

Structures

A poem after "Wilderness" by Carl Sandburg There is a sky scraper inside me…. forty stories high… filled with a thousand people who are all terrified...
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Cherry

I Have to Pee QW

Women’s I push the door and beyond I see The female eye Spec-ula-ting They see my rejection My pierced tongue My speed To fall into the category -...

Oh Paul

Ahem...before for anybody says anything, this is tongue in cheek. Every morning, before I do anything else, I give myself 10 minutes (no more) to write a really loose sonnet about whatever comes into my head. My only rule is it has to rhyme. Nothing else matters - I don't even have to agree with what I'm writing. Technically, as sonnets they're pretty damned dire - but that doesn't matter either. By the time I'm done the mind has warmed up.
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