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Premium Member Chapter 137-- same day DAMIAN DELILAH MALLORY HOLANNYA: DJ Desharah Amadeus
Date:   April  2050

Same day:  
Damian walked with 
Godfrey Barrington Shadir and Matthias 
Isiah the others across to the
Other side of The estate to visit Desharah 
Damali and Sedanah. Arrival was
Swift. Damali...

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Categories: bathrobe, allusion, child,
Form: Prose



The Bleeding
I flung my bloodied bathrobe onto a dusty mahogany bureau and roared: “Did we frighten
the scarecrows tonight, my love? Whose catch was it anyway? Yours or mine? We invited 10
guests to our dungeon this evening....

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© John Heck  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bathrobe, on writing and words
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Ashes To Ashes
THE FIRST TIME I SAW VERA…

I saw: A scrawny, wrinkled, little thing with sallow, wrinkled skin, a head of fine white hair that looked like a dandelion gone to seed, and a pair of faded...

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Categories: bathrobe, addiction, death,
Form: Narrative
The Live-in -- Part 2 of 3
She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping
With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more).
Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gather,
She then made a beeline...

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Categories: bathrobe, fun, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The Roommate
That room; 
And the bathroom too, 
She made them alien territory. 
My petty sentiments kicked in, 
And made me a slave to my roommate. 

The scented atmosphere, stockings; 
Frilly brassieres in plain sight, 
And blouses...

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Categories: bathrobe, dark, emotions, feelings, gender, lust,
Form: Dramatic Monologue



In My World of Yuletide Contentment
In my World of Yuletide Contentment,
My mind wanders and loses sight of all current memory.
I lay back flat while flying through the full fresh air of aged time
Thinking of Christmases long preserved for the purpose...

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© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bathrobe, december, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Fear
Taking the usual amount of pills,
I place my bottled water on the window sill,
climbing into my comfy sanctuary,
hoping that sleep would be satisfactory,

Staring at the darkness waiting for sleep,
my mind started imagining things that give...

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Categories: bathrobe, fear, humor, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Oh Brother
(tales from the viral lock-down)

Brice (my brother) is cutting through what smells like a stack of cinnamon french toast.
My stomach growls at the aroma like a hunting cat. 
I jump out of bed, grab my...

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Categories: bathrobe, 11th grade, brother, daughter, growing up, home,
Form: Free verse
A Winter Poem
Using the snow spade to once again clear out the driveway,
I couldn't help but notice the lights that shimmered all day,
twinkling at me from the sunlight playing off of the snow,
giving the silver sparkling look...

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Categories: bathrobe, snow, winter,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member One Liners Encore
A woman says to her dentist, “Don't know what's worse
Having a tooth pulled or having a baby”
Dentist says, “Must adjust the chair to make us more comfortable
So make up your mind, got others waiting”

A Chinese...

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Categories: bathrobe, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Locked Out
My wife was in the hospital with a condition rather severe,
Her mother came to care for our son so I could visit her there.
After several days and a few long nights I suddenly needed a...

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© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bathrobe, funnyhouse, wife, home, home, house, me,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Christmas Mourning Day
CHRISTMAS MOURNING DAY
 
Not for all, is Christmas day a happy time
Some like he, wake up, to just another day
Alone, curtains shut, blocking out the world
Christmas cards on the table, remain unopened
In the distance, he...

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Categories: bathrobe, christmas, day,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Travel
You can take an agency tour
Or a cruise to somewhere exotic.
You can cram onto buses and trains
Or sway on a camel hypnotic.
You can stand on your toes in a group
And try to see o’er the...

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Categories: bathrobe, books, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Still, She Stays
Her bathrobe hangs forgotten by the door.
Her clothes strewn all across the bedroom floor.
And I find that I don’t care anymore
For she’s still with me.
Her makeup takes up all the counter space.
My lonely toothbrush hasn’t...

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Categories: bathrobe, feelings, love,
Form: Rhyme
Sympathetic Apologetic
Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have...

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Categories: bathrobe, anger, change, grief, surreal, sympathy, visionary, wisdom,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Anatomy of a Marriage
We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower,
late for us now being after 9.
We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts
of the front lawn,
apparently more interested in our individual views...

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Categories: bathrobe, marriage, stars,
Form: Free verse
The Mother-In-Law At the Door
The Mother-in-Law at the Door

By Elton Camp

The doorbell’s ring brings Sue to the door
A quick peek shows one she’s seen before

It is her mother-in-law standing out there
Come without calling, how does she dare

This isn’t the...

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© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bathrobe, funny, mother, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Luxury
As I wend my way around curving roads
up high into the mountains
I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn.
I wonder what it is that drives me here!
Perhaps I have developed wings
and flew across the Atlantic...

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Categories: bathrobe, adventure, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Familiar Patterns In An Altered State of Wellness
i am dizzy right now and i am unable to be able
i simply refuse to reestablish my common sense
i choose stubbornness and it has now caused me mad pain
maybe i will grab my sweety's throw...

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© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bathrobe, confusion, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Evolve
*Today, 28th your birthday arrived*.
Wearing a bathrobe and my hair wrapped around standing infront of the bathroom door and waiting during the time Ticks.
Tick, Tack, Tick, Tick, 0:00o'clock
My hand shaking and refusing me to, clicked...

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Categories: bathrobe, art,
Form: Concrete
Cold
The strong, blistering wind cuts through my leather jacket... 
I huddle to keep the cold at bay...
Three months ago I was cursing the sun, beating it back behind the clouds; wishing for a cool November...

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Categories: bathrobe, absence, angst, loss,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Detective In the House
The clues are there.
The notes.
The writing.
The phone numbers.
The calendar.
Especially the calendar
holding all the secrets
of what was done and will be done.

He is bent over the cubby-holed desk,
slippers, flannel bathrobe,
searching through the familiar
and seeing only the...

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Categories: bathrobe, father,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Tv's Come Untethered
Sports, Sports, Sports
   Weather, Weather, Weather
News, News, News
   TV's come untethered

Business, Business, Business
   Politics left and right
From dawn to dusk, and onto evening
   And far into the...

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Categories: bathrobe, nostalgia, sports, today, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Do You Still Love Me I Wonder
Do you still care for me?
I am no longer who I was
I can’t remember names 
I ache and we go to the hospital often
Your voice gets scratchy and angry
Often when I cannot remember simple
words and...

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Categories: bathrobe, life, lost,
Form: Blank verse
I Wear Your Things
I wear your sweaters, while watching the TV,
I wear your sweatpants, when I need you next to me.
I wear your socks, when my feet are cold,
I wear your gloves, when I need your hand to...

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Categories: bathrobe, grief,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Shattered Sighs