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StoryMorning Glory Deliberately Ev...1410 years 5 months ago
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StoryWhat Endures Silver Spun Sand710 years 5 months ago
StoryLaughing In The Yard loquaciousicity010 years 5 months ago
StoryRemembering Burnt Norton Philip Sidney2010 years 6 months ago
Storylets start Fracking alphadog1110 years 6 months ago
StoryTHE KING'S PANTALOONS moonphish610 years 6 months ago
StoryMaths Idea – Boxes well-wisher210 years 6 months ago
StoryMy sweet love well-wisher210 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar510 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Drummer loquaciousicity210 years 6 months ago
Storyapprentice torscot1210 years 6 months ago
StoryConsecutive number trick– well-wisher210 years 6 months ago
StoryWhile I Gaze in Your Eyes loquaciousicity210 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Acrobat loquaciousicity010 years 7 months ago
StoryDinosaurs Philip Sidney1210 years 7 months ago
StorySong for Sam hudsonmoon2410 years 7 months ago
StoryPoetry Day Pastoral Philip Sidney1310 years 8 months ago
StoryGypsy Eyes loquaciousicity210 years 8 months ago
StoryUrban Spring Philip Sidney2410 years 8 months ago
StoryGrey Mirror tibi popovici510 years 8 months ago
StoryBattered Shells loquaciousicity510 years 8 months ago

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Epitaphs in Verse - Reflections in the Eyes of a Poet

The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse, Of heaping mounds of coffee grounds...

The Wolf

A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss (in front of spring a’ burstin’) while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’. A...

A Pregnant Lass

A pregnant lass with eyes of glass has never learned to cope. Once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope - she casts the Curse,...
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To Isolde, A Gift - If Only You'll Be Mine

You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve, and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend and weave; a sudden kiss as...

No More Cause To Worry

Well, Railroad Bob’s done lost his job, he’s got no place for working, his wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking. The...

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