dddk 2 - she sells sea shells

Michelle, ma belle...

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Introducing Tina, a lovely, lovely girl...

A Beautiful Deformity

As usual with my poetry, this idea came to me in a dream, this time about an abused tree?!? So I created this metaphor for a woman.

Desperate Times Cannot Be Measured

That angels are not the result of artifice, But rather the product of desperation.
Cherry

December Days

Lying beneath the bare-branched willow Gaze up at the grey sky. You heard me Once in a dream; a whisper, in silver But you never heard the rain. Feel the ice tide deep inside

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"Least said, soonest mended," Like the day when I pretended To be MUTE, to end dispute And silence institute
Cherry

Tuesday Sonnet: Merits

I love the way you speak of sadness as A gift that none of us deserves, like we Had not done work enough to find its tree And pluck its fruits (these our tradition has

Big Joe

We sat in the trenches. Well, ‘hunkered’ really; Trying to keep our arses Out of the water, mud and rats’ piss.

Live Streaming

I was at home when I found out. Switch on the TV, fall onto the sofa. Forget.

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