94 Poems - Poems about 94

Translation is a fine art wreaks havoc with volition Errors of commission divulging those of omission ~ Entry in 'Bite Size 94' contest ~ ...

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Meeting the second Thursday each month at The Commemoration Hall The Huntingdon Poetry Collective an open invite to one and all When I first attended I had no idea of what to expect I soon discovered all are treated with kindness and respect All equally welcomed, regardless of experience, established or new A place to read or just listen, a...

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Days passed, and became weeks. Weeks became months. Soon it Was June. "Everybody in the pool!" All the kids communed. Molly and Dolly joined, in the cool blue zest. The children answered the heat With all day swimming relays. Dolly and Molly left the pool After an hour to tend to other Matters and some girl chatter. Later in the day everybody dried And...

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“ChatGPT-4, can you give me your literary opinion on the following sonnet? By the way, it is preambled by an explanatory prolegomenon which discusses the sonnet’s theme and my inspiration for composing it:” Mental “Masturbation” (The title of this sonnet is a term coined and popularized by Grady Towers in one of his well-known essays on IQ...

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I am sure Interstate 94 is on that map! My husband is getting impatient now. I have been telling him for an hour. I am not good at reading maps. He is finally paying attention. “It is NOT ON HERE!” I yell. He finally pulls off at an exit. “This is an Indiana map! We are in Michigan!” That would explain my confusion...

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94.A man,aged thirty years,shall marry a maiden of twelve who pleases him,or a man of twenty-four a girl eight years of age;if(the performance of)his duties would(otherwise)be impeded,(he must marry) sooner... Note.Paedhophiles kay liye good news.....

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lilac trees in spring overflowing with colours cascading blossoms cherry tree in bloom full of flowering foliage strong scent of perfume early buds of spring peeking out of the branches delayed nest building...

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Even to this old age, hairs gone or gray, I have been there. Another made you, will carry, sustain, and now rescue you at the end. You have been lucky in life, you had the ability to tap into a different kind of love. Felt by too few we encounter, centered and dwelling in your...

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They made a smooth grounding outside of the stable behind Dyndoeth's cottage. As they did Rådyrvokter heard them and came out of the stable to greet them. “It is good to see you, Rådyrvokter.” Joulupukki said as the group stepped one by one from the sleigh. ...

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We look at any object external Gradually withdrawing senses into the internal A slow motion cognitive dissociation Dimming perception while heightening attention Such is the practice we may further tweak In a manner where we unseekingly seek The seeming void of emptiness within Has within it abstract emotions raging Withdrawing slowly from them too The magnetised void we fervently renew Distilled attention Nurturing this...

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reality..at the point of perception...

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so quiet is this love how to tell... and yet something has changed me.. is this love: How will ...

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vietnam reflections 94 the gusts come through the window wind rolling straight off the lake water looks choppy today looks cold and gray not a good time to take up the pots not much fishing not much anything except too much time to think and remember and drink might go over to the mainland and pick up some nets check out the horses and place a few bets anything to chase...

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Icy roads and side streets Cold: possible snow flurry --Drive slow; Don't hurry!...

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Sung to the melody of when I’m 64 by The Beatles Gotta keep working an extra few years (Not like years ago) Governments are screwing us for every dime I can’t afford a bottle of wine Hip's been replaced Yes I’m getting old I’m too old to twerk But I’m so needy and my pension won’t feed me But I’m ninety four! Written after being inspired...

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