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67 Shelby
here we careen through the scheme riding the vortex of the american dream seen behind the blind scenes in hiding keep fighting the design on the frontlines. the career of a degenerative peer is not measured by how they appear or adhere the commandeer of said steer, as long as they down beer and disappear. clear as this fixates the mistake of the...

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Categories: 67, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member MIRO titlista 67-70
hair tasselled encircled a sleeping smile hair awakened a beautiful flame shadows loitering in tenderness turn to the sun unlearning piercing music ...

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Categories: 67, art,
Form: Ekphrasis



When Money Dies - Bitcoin Poem 067
The anguish flows when money dies Amid the child’s and mother’s cries It comes when scarcity is lost And money made without a cost Taking savings, stealing time Open theft through hidden crime Stones or feathers, shells or beads These all once filled money needs And represented hours of work Yet money died when people shirk And made more units, cheap and fast Then money...

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Categories: 67, america, faith, freedom, future,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Hold Me Contest 67
Why do you agree to hold me What is this love of which you've told me My mind is scattered, refold me I'm here, in this moment, behold me I want to be liked, remould me Your words have controlled me...

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Categories: 67, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Chapter 67 -- Damian Delilah Mallory: the Family Seventeen Xvi --Home Coming
The time was 11:05. Damian Made the essential announcement "HAKIM the time is now 11:05 We will leave this place at 11:15am. That's 10 minutes from now. So use the toilet, do everything You need to do for your Comfort. Be in the Limos in 10 Minutes, ready to go. When get There you'll have plenty of time For R &...

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Categories: 67, black love, deep, destiny,
Form: Alliteration



Premium Member No Title, Yet - 67
I’ve traveled the world, yet feel I’ve gone nowhere. My life seems to be one blur after another. I’ve loved and lost and loved again with such care. Yet, I’ve never become a wife or a mother. I long for the touch of a newborn, baby boy, A son with whom I can share a wonderful life; A child whom I...

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Categories: 67, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 67
The half elf watched as Lumi spoke with Chroí; then, in the center of the circle the soil began to move and from it appeared the Garden Elf. He said nothing, he never spoke. The elf turned to Gwaldon and Gwaldon gestured for the circle to touch hands. Lumi took a step...

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Categories: 67, christmas, fairy,
Form: Epic
Haiku's Temple 67
Autumn night:-, flowers rise, so tomorrow....

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Categories: 67, adventure,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Vbt Practice 67 of 112
We watch our body vaporise Although it still exists We watch it disappear in surprise A delight we dare not resist So we still are but in formlessness Body invisible Having melted into Absolute Oneness A part of space indivisible We thus remain Pure & unstained 26-September-2020...

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Categories: 67, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Class of '67
I remember so well the friends that I made when childhood was wrapped in blue sky but I cannot remember the last time we played - and whether we all said goodbye....

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Categories: 67, childhood, growing up, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member '67 Dreams
I once thought we would leave Brooklyn and travel across America in a chariot. An awesome, red, '67 Lincoln convertible,  with suicide doors. Radio blasting Jefferson Airplane. Hair blowing in the wind. Soaking up the sunshine. Breathing freedom. No watches, jobs or boss. Stopping at Howard Johnson's. Eating all 28 ice cream flavors, one stop at a time and fried clams by the bushel. We were San Francisco dreaming. '67 brought  responsibility, stability, Timex watch,...

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Categories: 67, adventure, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Expanding - Longing For Impact -Psalm 72, 67
We all have ambition a real driving force but is ambition really worth it all after all, life has only a few short years once need a stick before being down to crawl The psalmist tells of the King of Israel with justice and righteousness, he did reign this godly reign was of lasting blessing it was like the land being showered...

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Categories: 67, bible, longing, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Fires of Imagination 67
a twitch on the thread...

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Categories: 67, imagery, inspirational,
Form: Imagism
Premium Member Happening 67 Ear Candy
I am singing aloud yes, on a cloud floating shouting for joy: praising praying filled with.. love... from.. ...

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Categories: 67, inspirational, music,
Form: Verse
67 Anno Domini
Written on papyrus in the presence of different entities, Thousands words written in Egyptian on a stone slab laid cryptic piece, Dreaming realm of hallow wrath plague ridden disease, Helms, spears, and tyrannical vengeance no apostle increase, If the missions complete and the village is piled with burning deceased, Then dear Nero let us move out and head on east, For...

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Categories: 67, conflict, dark, history, poems,
Form: Rhyme

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