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snow's a b*tch without a wake up shot!
this poem was inspired when i saw twenty two turkey buzzards gorging on the carcass of a dead cat..i have a 6 foot by 8 foot picture, it's beautiful....for copy contact feepoetry @att.net free offer
it brngs back mories of being nineteen sitting in The Walorf Astoria looking for the perfect mark. and i did!
it about all the things i know for sure which are all the things i'm not sure about
this poem is about a poem a poet like myself would scribe.
I wrote this for my mother because she is in wheelchair and loves the garden, so every year I go out and plant her a small garden in the patio outside our front door, so she can sit in her chair and enjoy the perfume from the flowers.
I wrote this poem back in 2007 under the pen-name UncomfortablyNumb for www.moontowncafe,.com - I most recently write under the pen-name Recovered and can be found at http://www.allpoetry.com.
is an acrostic quatrain a acrostrain or a quastic?
now where did i put that fourth stanza?
we're counting...on you
dear friends, we're gathered here...
http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Paul_Butterfield_Blues_Band:Love_Disease http://www.naturalnews.com/010825_counterthink_drug_racket.html http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/love-vaccine/ hit me with your best shot... ;-)
Some call it an aphrodisiac. They say it gives a man a strong back. Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense; Can something so delicate be so intense? Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors. Remember, each mouthwatering
everybody has da blues ;-)
I wish I could say more but words aren't coming easily for now.
this poem is dedicated to England, who makes simple words become gems for jewelry!
to decide how things must be or tell you what is best for you, nor clothes of a bystander wear, watching silently while you are threatened or killed. So, in your life, what role do I play? How does one make a difference but not get in your li
i like the fact that hermit crabs come into a poetry room merely to make everyone AWARE that there is a woman, alone but who claims not to be lonely....bull! you may know her by her obviating, oblivious and obscure comments she feels compelled to leave for less than mdiocre poets. Then again, the night life in midwest Florida i'm certain is filled with poetic type people, beginning with you, if i ever see another poem of yours posted yet! (IF I AM THINKING OF YOU, NO MATTER HOW OVERWHELMINGLY HURTFUL THOSE THOUGHTS ARE, IT STILL MEANS I'M THINKING OF YOU...read any of my e-mails but for the one you could use as ammunition
Can anyone relate to this?? Where do those socks go????
Written in response to andrew149's rhyming-50-word-story-poem challenge
I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHERE, BUT ONE OF THEM IS IN FRANCE AND THE OTHER ONE, WHOSE MESSAGE DISappeared.....BUT IF YOU ARE NOT IN FRANCE THAN FILL IN ANY OTHER TOWN...HOW ABUT TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES THERE IS TEMPTATION AND CONSEQUENCES
Following thirty years of power building, rife with billions taken from the people, land and life Soles now upturned facing toward heaven’s light LEAVE spelling out dis- respect through all the strife A nation’s self-portrait Tahrir Squa
NANCY REAGAN'S ADVICE WAS AS LAME AS WHEN HER HUSBAND BECAME A LAME DUCK
Just askin'....geez!!!
"Hey white boy, you want some white powder?"
DO YOU NOW, MS. IRELAND DIG? OOPS SORRY THAT'S ONE OF THE WORDS YOU CARE NOT TO HEAR....WELL I FIND YOUR BLOCKKING ME DIFFICULT TO BEAR
what is there to say except lo all these years later I still miss you my brother?
THE TRUTH IS, MANY YEARS AGO, I ONLY SPENT THREE DAYS IN JAIL, BUT AS I WALKED OUT I WONDERED ABOUT THE CONVICTS I MET AND NOW TOO MANY YEARS LATER I CHOSE TO WRITE ABOUT IT
This poem speaks for itself. I am sending my intentions for the one I seek, out to the Universe and I await it's positive reply. Blessed be. May this poem find its way to the eyes and heart of he who will know that my calling is for him alone.
I admit, not a poem for everyone, but hey, this is me...brutally honest
To all our friends on PC, Happy New Year!
friendship remains for D and C with the balance of power shifted new life into the mixture has come with happiness to be gifted though it was just at tips of fingers there is no rest for R and R yet the aroma of love still lingers baked goo
Inspired by Mother Nature's beauty... Turns out the original spelling was correct...
What I've been fighting the last several days...
Though once again parting will be inevitable, we'll have so much more time together and when it comes, it will be just another milestone marking the approach of a life where we can be together forever.
Last day of conscript labor... :D
Had to say it...
Just me...
Self explanatory I think...
Yawwwwn....
Wishing each of you a Healthy and Happy Thanksgiving!!!
She knows...
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