Is there a moral … ? (IP)
A fable lazy lizard lived in the valley of the Lugg; too lazy to reach out to catch a nice nuitritious bug. He grew more weak, less slick and sleek – when danger was perceived
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Daisy Lullaby
When the sleepy sun lays down its head and the pretty stars start twinkling bright; that’s when little daisies go to bed shutting all their golden eyes up tight.
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The Abominable Moscow Snow-Monster
Conceived in the arctic core of hell, this empathically radio-active spook who has launched a fur-flying data "blitzkrieg," exposing uber-powerful under-worlds to newspaper sun-light
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Threesome
“…and with shaving, I see it the very next day,” she says.
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Fireflies on Love's Wing Soar
In the pale, enchanting moonlight On the cape of her twinkling matador My starry-eyed beatle slowly mounts Antenna surveying my coarse, taut skin Friction, her spindly legs rub static hairs
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Coming Up Roses
I beg your pardon: I've always promised you a rose garden...
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Dealing with the reality of loss
More than the shock. There is a pain. A deep emptiness that consumes your entire being. But that's not all.
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Milieu of War Weary Soldier
From the killing fields of pain Into a steady, melancholy rain Physically exhausted, mentally drained Conscience with dross of war stained Structured existence of automaton gone
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The misty mirrors of childhood
“The land of Song within thee lies, Watered by living springs; “Holy thoughts, like stars, arise, Its clouds are angels' wings.”
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-end of line- Discombobulate second draft.
Many of those who are young and aspire to be poets today might have the language, they might even have the contacts, but they lack the experience of life lived to make anything that they say worth the
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