one last for the boys
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“no!” …
he said, “they’ll ne’er take Piccadilly!”
then downed a pint in one gulp …
tucking five pounds under the edge of
his sodden Churchill coaster,
“bloody awful price!” he grumbled quiet...
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Categories:
briarwood, age, analogy, death, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
A Poet's Pipe
...A poet’s pipe is the well of wisdom,
Carved briarwood packed with words,
And tis the flame of inspiration that touches the words,
And weaves them into bluish threads of thought,
As the poet puffs...
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Categories:
briarwood, dedication, inspirational, poetry,
Form: Epigram
The Initiation of the Werewolf
...The pale moon shone brightly through the naked branches of Briarwood Cemetery. It, being
an odd time to go in and pay respects, due to work and other obligations, this became the
only available t...
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Categories:
briarwood, fantasy, holiday, imaginationme, moon,
Form: Prose Poetry