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StoryNika loquaciousicity38 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Guitar loquaciousicity48 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Luck of the Irish loquaciousicity08 years 5 months ago
StoryLotsa Limericks ... Politicians Per Verse loquaciousicity28 years 5 months ago
StoryLotsa Limericks - from Bad to Verse loquaciousicity08 years 5 months ago
StoryLotsa Limericks - It Couldn't be Verse loquaciousicity28 years 5 months ago
CollectionLotsa Limericks ... loquaciousicity08 years 5 months ago
StoryThe World Around US loquaciousicity08 years 6 months ago
Storythe country of the poor celticman28 years 6 months ago
Storyour once blue planet celticman48 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Poet loquaciousicity38 years 8 months ago
StoryPrimary Colors imaniisfaith79 years 2 months ago
StoryThe damn dog rap Deliberately Ev...89 years 2 months ago
StoryCharlie Chaplin Feet Sooz00689 years 2 months ago
StoryWhat would you like me to say? Rhiannonw109 years 2 months ago
StoryHow like Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four” has our society become? markihlogie19 years 4 months ago
StoryPassing Time london_calling79129 years 4 months ago
StoryCurrency down the drain? (IP) Rhiannonw69 years 4 months ago
StoryYo Dominator! (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...299 years 4 months ago
StoryMountain Spectre skinner_jennifer219 years 4 months ago
StoryWhere Will We Run To ? forest_for_ever39 years 4 months ago
StoryScrooge … (IP) Rhiannonw49 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Time Saver's Wife Bee59 years 4 months ago
StoryFlaw mrpeterjthomas59 years 4 months ago
StoryA Passing Thought (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand109 years 4 months ago

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Me and Me First

That crude-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick. Questioned why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly...
Cherry

Lotsa Limericks ... Politicians Per Verse

Our prez is now Donald J Trump Who has promised to clean out the sump Well he's certainly no wussy When groping a pussy What more to expect from a...

The World Around US

Awaking blithe each morning, with eyes upon the World, I wonder, are we mourning with ebon flags unfurled - or are they but a warning, some draped...

Unsettled Sea

While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes, the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake – roused passions...
Cherry

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...

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