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Premium Member Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh
I have the rhythm of a winding road how do I consign myself to being confined rows of poplar pillars prop the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet —I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon yellow eyes; daffodils watching lean into gossip groups nodding a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray with a stranger...

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Categories: custom, angst, conflict, endurance, engagement,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Customized
Customized Custom requires behaviors which Usually are good for us, but Sometimes it is better if we Think Outside the box and Make different choices and use our Imagination to add Zest to our lives so that Every day Doesn't become mundane ...

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Categories: custom, philosophy,
Form: Acrostic



Gun Fight
Was it the kiss of the July morning sun, That lit your face with so much glow, Or the possibility of a meal in an unwary dove, That lifted the glaring muzzle of my silent gun, By the stream’s watchful, sleepless flow. Or the crack in the air of the barrelled whip, That took the fragility of the morning, by the...

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Categories: custom, absence,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Mistletoe
mistletoe season ~ time to pucker up and kiss the dung on a stick...

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Categories: custom, celebration, christmas, december, funny,
Form: Senryu
Pumpkin Head Fred
There once was a man with a head Like a pumpkin it was, and called Fred How they laughed in the Spring At the pumpkin head thing Oh the sting of rejection, he said In summer the sun burned a hole Through his head like a rat or a mole And no-one ate soup Made of pumpkin and gloop So he spent all his...

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Categories: custom, character, halloween, hero, humor,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member My Cup of Tea
May I suggest trying a strong cup of tea When I am distraught, my go-to remedy A soothing tincture for the addled brain After a cup or two, I really can’t complain. I shall take the English at their word A spot of tea, especially in the afternoon, Can shed new light on the simply absurd Restore to normality quicker than soon. Nothing...

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Categories: custom, culture, drink, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
Peanut Butter Pants
All wore peanut butter pants where the world spread jam As the tailor tried to fit you in a bread you'd call his clam And you paid for more than sticky when a sandwich would expand And your filling was for others that your taste was in their hand And you never knew another for leaving you alone When you're made up for the moment that...

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Categories: custom, analogy, culture, cute love,
Form: Quatrain
My Fat Aunt
An aunt of mine cheerful and cherubic holds no grudge against anyone, altogether she is a noble soul. obese, extraordinarily huge, short, blunt, a moving bag of flesh, She walks, moves, squats, lies on the floor with ease. Alarmingly flexible! She ties her hair loosely with a string...

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Categories: custom, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member My Hobby Built Custom Birdhouse-
{I want to make a bird house, Guess I need these things from Hobby Lobby and Michael's} ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Minimum 50 to maximum 100 popsicle sticks 1 Hot glue gun with hot glue sticks 1 finger paint for a illusion seemingly complex design 1 bowl of string yarn 1 paper clip criss-crossing alternating stacking making a square overlapping stick over...

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Categories: custom, analogy, art,
Form: List
Premium Member Bulgarian Kukeri Dancers
Bulgarian Kukeri honors ancestral ways at annual feasts Descendants don wooden masks and faces of bird or beasts Filled with metaphoric meaning, meant to inspire fertility Also purposely pointing out a young man’s oncoming virility. There are many reasons for Kukeri which diverts the evil eye. Location and region enter into the discrepancies of the where and why. As the dancers...

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Categories: custom, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Caustic Custom
as i write this i'm being con sumed but not ever understand ing why it's by you of course as a hobo homeless person i gladly and when see ing you see that my desire is more then my want but for some one such as myself i'm on the bottom shelf where people don't bend or stoop to see what is almost lower then their feet and the dust must after all these...

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Categories: custom, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Custom Made Love
Eyes glaring, love’s deep; Heart-felt secrets keep; Burried deep, love is kept; Heartbreak stirs, lovers wept; Love fills, hearts loudly pound; Search no more, love found; Amber silents, daylight violets; Custom stares; Love comes here; Love is where there is caring faith; Loves committed grace; A chance we come together; Writing this love letter, caressing rhymes; For all times; Shall we write together "letters" and "words"; O love of...

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Categories: custom, love,
Form: Free verse
The Custom Officer's Careless Gun
The truth is never enticing Like the cleavages of a fallen breast You lay at the surface your lame lies But I will dig truth from its daring depth You murdered her son for little bread But you claimed your gun was asleep Your sleeping gun could aim the head I wonder what it alertness will inflict You saw him as an evil...

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Categories: custom, 1st grade, 7th grade,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Custom
Ply poise Nurture clear choice In fragrant voice Sans noise Speak clear Purge thus all fear That draws you near My dear Start well Custom deep spell Just where touch dwells Warm tell Heed pain But not in vain As echoes gain New strains Frame light Where thoughts take flight In sensuous sight Most bright Mood swings That vain touch flings In fuzzy spring Now strings Last gate Tells of brisk fate That reports late Due date Dream quest Feels happy fest As lovely zest Speeds...

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Categories: custom, allegory,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Custom Made Prison For a Volunteer Prisoner
Freedom has been forced out, it is long gone and on the back of kindness it rode. Pride spreads the unpleasant atmosphere through its campaign setting up annexes and covering more zip codes. Even the joyful melody of happiness are crippled and void of cheerful nodes Sweeping off all goodness to leave stones and thistles, that’s exactly hatred’s kind of abode. On every...

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Categories: custom, character, feelings, forgiveness,
Form: Classicism

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