Sonnet - poem 5 (abroad, at sea)

The lake that was once a pond to us is Opening the sweet flowers of its earth Mirror ripples reflect one face as us And rivulets to my core fire their growth

Please, Sir - poem 4 (abroad, at sea)

I know she'll forgive all those guilty sins and the ridges of my fingertips leaving long prints on soft skin.
Cherry

Now that you're gone, I can't quite remember which one you were - poem 3 (abroad, at sea)

I discipline the blood across my face and look for the one who makes me the one I want to be.

Written in Fear

A creative mind lost in fear.

the empty

“I trust no one, not even myself.” -Joseph Stalin

the protected

having never really set foot outside the bubble, the knowledge of the inside is of course extreme--- the ability to answer any question dealing with the sensibilities of

A Tussle

A Tussle P K Routray Lust greed anger attachment vanity and jealousy had once a tussle, as to which of them to a man is the worst baneful.
Cherry

ABC OCD - Finally Some Good News

Due to huge public demand, mainly from Oldpesky, here is my latest on the debiltating disease ABC OCD. If you avoid reading this, you are in denial, which can lead to serious consequences.

“Again” I cannot read...

“Again” I cannot read... This world is just too busy. ...In its—countless, stampede Shouting, stamping, loudly Like the tarmacs black millipede. Slamming-gates, coughing

Mark Lake

At age eleven Mark Lake was allowed to stay out as late as he liked. He also had to put a pound coin in his telly to make it work.

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