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StoryCaptive Bird – 12 Bars, 12 Dreams loquaciousicity46 years 7 months ago
StoryMichael Brown loquaciousicity26 years 8 months ago
StoryNo More Cause To Worry loquaciousicity46 years 8 months ago
StoryBitterness loquaciousicity96 years 8 months ago
StoryLeaves Begin to Shudder loquaciousicity26 years 8 months ago
StoryClouds loquaciousicity46 years 8 months ago
StoryNun in FRiar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard loquaciousicity06 years 9 months ago
StoryRemember loquaciousicity66 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Night Awaits The Dawn loquaciousicity06 years 11 months ago
StoryI'll Always Remember loquaciousicity26 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Harlot loquaciousicity46 years 11 months ago
StoryFamine loquaciousicity26 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Friend loquaciousicity26 years 11 months ago
StoryWeeping Girl loquaciousicity27 years 6 days ago
StoryWar is a War Crime loquaciousicity37 years 1 week ago
StoryNika loquaciousicity37 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Guitar loquaciousicity47 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Luck of the Irish loquaciousicity07 years 1 month ago
StoryLotsa Limericks ... Politicians Per Verse loquaciousicity27 years 1 month ago
StoryLotsa Limericks - from Bad to Verse loquaciousicity07 years 2 months ago
StoryLotsa Limericks - It Couldn't be Verse loquaciousicity27 years 2 months ago
CollectionLotsa Limericks ... loquaciousicity07 years 2 months ago
StoryThe World Around US loquaciousicity07 years 2 months ago
Storythe country of the poor celticman27 years 2 months ago
Storyour once blue planet celticman47 years 4 months ago

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Gothic Nights

My chamber teems with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand, fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned, as bitter tears from hazel eyes...

War is a War Crime

Once wars were fought with sticks and stones to flog the flesh and batter bones and conquer lands, defending thrones - though gods provoke, not one...

Galactic Glimpses

Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery, where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery, but writ like runes...

The Circus Is In Town

Come join the unraveling circus quite soon to be passing our way, with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us - line up as they lead us astray! Arriving...
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Rough Roads To Roam (Poetry Monthly)

The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned...

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