Best Speared Poems

Tell me why, you dratted bard,
you have to come and spoil my yard?
All these centuries lying dead,
yet there, your voice, oft in my head.
So many times I start a phrase,
become aware I’m in your gaze.
Out, damned spot, leave me alone
To conjure verses of my own.
Perchance,...

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Snow sprinkles rooftops

melts into water.

Water runs its path

to the edge of the roof,

water drips,

forms a line of ice spears.

The water stops dripping,

for now it is frozen.

Icicles dangle from rooftops,

threatening to fall,

Shatter....

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