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Thursday, May 21, 2015
The Beach
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I am sitting on a heavy brown beach chair, my feet propped up on the stone wall in front of me. A white translucent bag sits on my lap, and ...
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Friday, April 24, 2015
More Poems
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Red stretches around me, my fingers dig into the fine sand. I am held by stone and mud, a part of the silent forest. The horizon e...
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
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What Once was Math Class Grey lighting, Too hot or too cold. Boredom almost killing, Slumping in uncomfortable chairs, Away ...
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Free Verse Poems
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Forest Trying hard to picture a day Bright and warm Less windy than today. In a place where the grass is long And fine and bril...
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Thursday, April 16, 2015
Occasional Poetry
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The wind was loud, The cannon hot, The first ship, Ranger Blackbeard got. The wind blew fast across the sea, The Jane pulled up beside....
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Ode to the Dog
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In the middle of the night And my pillows have vanished You are there, Having pushed my other pillows off the bed. If I am sit...
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Haikus: Spring cycle
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Vinka is blooming Loud among the emerald leaves Deep shadows beneath Grapefruit with a bruise It has no seeds inside it No hope of new grow...
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