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STAMPEDE

...STAMPEDE

Beneath the moon’s pale, a requited glow,
A hyperbolic crowd begins to grow.
The sphere is aired with fear and haste,
A storm of bodies, my qualms displaced.

A million cry, a sudden...
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Categories: drubbed, allusion, anxiety, bereavement, child
Form: Elegy

When Up I Was Growing

...When up I was growing, awed and confused,
sure was not I of which road to choose.
For binary my soul and dellusioned my mind,
I dallied at crossroads and worried not time.
Advised by my parents, ...
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Categories: drubbed, adventure,
Form: I do not know?



Weightless

...those beaten eyes glazed with a film

of bitter almond

shakily receiving her post partum reward

of a broken thyroid and a lumpy lack of form

 

once upon a time she lived

a lighter li...
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Categories: drubbed, body, depression, mother, sad,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberWritten In Drugs of Rain

...WRITTEN IN DRUGS OF RAIN

Unscrupulous vulture-like officials standing inside skyscrapers;              
they croon softly, but wield their pretentious tongues like blades--
casting spells...
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Categories: drubbed, abuse, addiction, character, children,
Form: Free verse

The Fowlsome Bustard

...Erstime, ere bards nor Wondering Joyceters 
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue, 
Sir Slip The Most (a Figleafmoistner) 
was undangled…and his sling unslung.

‘Twas on the Ile de Deux Sans...
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Categories: drubbed, fantasy,
Form: Ballad



To Thine Own Self Be True Quote Contest

...'TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE'

“To thine own self be true”
Seems such a childish quote
No hidden meaning lies asleep--
No lessons drubbed by rote

Once learned this simple thought
Weighs heavy on the m...
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Categories: drubbed, philosophy, self, self,
Form: Couplet

Premium MemberTo the Lucky Quill-Feathered Poets of Pre-Mac-Pc Yore

...When I think of all the seconds I drubbed my fingers

On the skin of long-drummed typefaces to wipe spam

Away from the screen of my inboxes in my computers

I wonder how many years of my life drift ...
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Categories: drubbed, angst, old, old,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Reflection on the Important Things