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Premium MemberThe Old Dilapidated Mansion

The old dilapidated mansion
in the woods
sometimes it beckoned me
in lonely hours.
I love to visit it
in a fine weather
sit on the stairs of its portico
and ponder
how it liked
in its heydays long past.
I might not be allowed then
to visit its premises.
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Categories: dilapidated, remember,
Form: Free verse

Dilapidated

Fall at your own feet
as subsided as you wanted to push me
Choke on your breath
as mine was to be taken

You cannot control Me

Fall at your own feet
live as obscure as you tried to hold me
Tie your arms around the blocking concepts,
blind and forsaken

You cannot hide Me

Fall at your own feet
as undeserving as you saw me
Stomp
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Categories: dilapidated, abuse, betrayal, judgement,
Form: Free verse



Dilapidated Globe

DILAPIDATED GLOBE


A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.

At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.

Masses weep
Agony of the wretched man
Mercy he pleads
To mother earth and nature.

Under a thatched leaking roof
Muds fall at bewitching hours
Petite ice drops like contingent snow
If
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Categories: dilapidated, poverty,
Form: Free verse

Dilapidated Dress

An interesting and entertaining journey in a realm is neither a helm or the bottom of a pre ordered fruit squash. It is never the auditional cue of a nerve to throttle a magnitude of lynxes' in a curtain. Unveil then mystify. Judge not a slammed curve off an elephant tusk. And eat no jam
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Categories: dilapidated, animal,
Form: I do not know?

Dilapidated

Eerie squeaky door
Dripping pipe drips on the floor
Mournful wind cries more



By Robb A. Kopp
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Categories: dilapidated, holiday
Form: Haiku



Dilapidated Old Detective

Rain slapping me in the face as i contiued to cross the street...
Hardest the pain from slaps of rain, excruciating jolts thru down to my legs.
I pray to the almighty God-stop this pain, Relief cannot overcome
such suffering, no matter how much i ask or beg.My red Volvo seems as miles 
as the rain is relentless
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Categories: dilapidated, adventure, mystery, old, old,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things