Hang About Poems - Poems about Hang About

... “The Seance” It was macabre you see, we were all summoned, and therefore found ourselves in the front parlour of Ballylee; In our dreams we thought we were poets ......

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...JUDY… Judy was a German Shepherd from my newborn days I’ve seen some pictures, black and white; she had a friendly gaze I wish I could remember her as I sit here and write Alas I just have photog......

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...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......

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... I kinda like stupid people I fit in But their questions doth Amuse No -I usually hang about McDonald’s dressed in a uniform I call it niche cosplay Yes sir I do know who I am speaking t......

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...Well worn and read, “The Pearl.” The end. I’ll start at the beginning. Strung pearls around my neck - I dare to wear them to the library. My coworker has to tell me, she only wears hers to chur......

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...T’was perhaps by dint of fate Or some demonic spell That I, a sock, was granted The gift of sniff-less smell I gaged and retched in darkness Of a foot’s pungent aroma Finally, I fled the scen......

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...Waiting at the bus stop, it started with a glance, but somehow, they got talking, pretty much by chance, when the 501 arrived, they both went up the stairs, where luckily there was, a front se......

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...Travel to Algarve Eight boxes in a row in the middle of a grimy room, boxes looking like each other. What’s in the boxes? The stale air of a perfumed boudoir? Or the sweet breeze of a passing b......

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...Vagrant thoughts Hang about the corners Of my mind Idly tormenting each other Daring At least one To take hold Take shape Cast a shadow On the unknown. ©4/19/2023 Writing Contest - 'V'......

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...There is a site just here, yes, here. Somewhere. I hover, dangle, hang about, just here. You can hold a mouse, press it just here, or just here, and you hear a click. It may even squeak. A m......

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...My mate must have seen the big grin on my face He said spill it man, is that grin glued in place I had to confess since the day I got wed That I’d never had such a good time in bed I told him......

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...To me, ghosts can't be spirits of the dead, though something weird seems to be occurring. I believe that our eyes can be misled; so phantom images keep recurring. A departed soul would ......

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...Halloween is here! But have no fear! This is my guide so you survive. Beware the graveyards full of ghosts and ghouls. The graveyard is where you will see zombies feasting. Stay in the ligh......

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...As last surviving acorn, I hang about all day. My skin is smooth and swarthy Beneath a chic beret. Horse chestnuts call me puny But I don’t really care For Mother shared a secret Of which they......

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...Boogers To You by M. Griswold 012700 There's all kinds of boogers that come from your snotz Depending on the weather is the form that you gotz Also the shape of a nose and the size of the hole......

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