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Premium Member Factoidman and Shallowman - Part 1
[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs...

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Categories: stoops, society, truth, universe,
Form: Rhyme



Tozzath
Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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Categories: stoops, death, fantasy, girl, magic, word play,
Form: Free verse
My X-Mas Wish To Santa, My Letter To Santa, Keep the Worst Buddy
SONNET 1
                         MY CHRISTMAS WISH TO SANTA
    ...

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Categories: stoops, appreciation, blessing, christmas, forgiveness, friendship, giving, truth,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Legend of the Red October Run
Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

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Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic”...

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Categories: stoops, adventure, autumn, desire, football, games, heart, history,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member One-Horse Towns - In Both Audio and Text
This is a rather nostalgic piece -


Meandering around on rural roads, in search of one-horse towns, with no place in particular to go,     
Connie - that’s my wife - and I,...

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Categories: stoops, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative



Public History
I sit here steeping in the History 
of Our Land, a class, my eyelids dense.
Our Flag hangs in the corner of the class
Red and White folds in deluge, licking the
framed portrait of our Thomas Jefferson,
our...

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Categories: stoops, america, education, history, identity,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Was Saul a Deeply Flawed Intellectual Snob
Was Saul a Deeply Flawed Intellectual Snob (Perhaps a Prude as Well)?
Does Christ's Protest Still Ring True Today?

Part 1:
I'll state my aim clearly, "I come, not to praise Paul (Christ honored?) but bury
usurper? Profane, anti-Christian's...

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Categories: stoops, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Ordainment
The chilled musky air torments the aging Saxon stone;
whistling through the aisles, the sound reverberating
as it sweeps along the colonnade.
Moonlight penetrates ancient glass stained windows,
initiating reflected shadows, as an innocent mind pulsates tempestuously,
he who was...

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Categories: stoops, scary,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Enmeshed
A thick, white smog crept through the park that night,
that one color besides black.
Occasionally, street lamps would beam around like wheels
but the lights burned strangely dim.
 
"Let's shoot the breeze, " he said. And so...

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Categories: stoops, confusion, recovery from, , Lullaby,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Will She Draw Him To Her Light
She wanders in darkest Night
Bathed in incandescent Light
Her pathway is all aglow
His dwelling lies in Shadow

A gentle rustling he hears
He is consumed by his fears
Beyond, he sees dazzling Light
This lone dweller of the Night

As he...

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Categories: stoops, fantasy, sensual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member No More Soup For Me
I sought a place to post my poems and thought I'd found a fit for me.
At first I was thrilled and felt I belonged to a pleasant community
But I lost my taste for soup and...

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© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stoops, me,
Form: Elegy
Premium Member " the Gulf In War " Page 1 of 3
Oil or strife, is it worth all these lives
Festering carnage, thriving flies
Who's to say the region is fine
The old cliche, it will take some time

Lets scroll back to August 90
Iraq in Turmoil, to Saddams insanity
Economic...

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Categories: stoops, death, history, life, loss, people, political, war
Form: Rhyme
The Manchester Ship Canal - Part One
Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the...

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Categories: stoops, history, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Colorful
"Colorful language is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience".  Dale Carnegie
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O, colors, enthrall us through their splendor
Infuse the mundane world with vivid shades
Dazzle...

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© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stoops, analogy, appreciation, beauty, character, color,
Form: Rhyme
Barbershop Quartet
Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells...

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Categories: stoops, community, humanity, humor, humorous, people, society,
Form: Free verse
Aurora Borealis
A light beacon in the iciest of regions,
Solar winds full of both brilliance and bluster
Glory of trenchant travelers from afar;
Skyward sorcery that time does not mar.
Shining with such a wonderful lustre,
Lantern of lucidity wherefore philosophers...

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© Max Lewy  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stoops, angel, appreciation, art, beauty, childhood, family, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
What Life Means To Me
Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail, 
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail; 
Freedom...

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Categories: stoops, books, computer, friendship, people, poetry, technology, writing,
Form: Heroic Couplet
In the Lord Line Building
There's a feeling of sadness
Mixed with a wistful awe
As we pick our careful way
Across a rubble strewn floor.
An eerie sort of half light,
As though hiding from the day,
Hiding our history until
It's finally thrown away.

This building...

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Categories: stoops, change, fishing, memory, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Through Their Eyes
Through Their Eyes (originally "Just Desserts for Rats")

Still touching the hilt of the sword, she declares, 
“No fencing for HIM at the end of the month. His pastime is so bloody boring!” 
The mouse in...

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Categories: stoops, death, husband,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member The Things That Boys Do
Boys do boys BREAKS toys.  Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone.
Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still.
Pushing a go cart up a steep steep...

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Categories: stoops, anger, angst, baseball, basketball, boy,
Form: Prose
She Comes, Part Two
The drum, the drum, the Druid in the East
The daylight shattering the glass of night
Behold the mead and cake that form the feast
Behold the glorious blessing of the light


The blazing gorse flames yellow on the...

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Categories: stoops, england, magic, mother daughter, mythology, nature, seasons,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Lady Folly
Lady Folly
He did not kiss me when he said good-bye;
I let him go, not asking why,
Self-reflection
But I knew why, today I am taking a break
To reflect on myself, on this blessed Palm Sunday
What do I...

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Categories: stoops, abuse, addiction, age, allusion, angst, appreciation, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
My Home Sweet Home
My Home Sweet Home (Part One)

New York City...My city of reality...my city of those broken dreams...my city of the business schemes...new york city....my home sweet home...the only place my heart will roam...so i could never...

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Categories: stoops, home, new york, spoken word, drug,
Form: Ode
Premium Member Where Are You William
William walks the Thameside path 
to skirt the Whitecross public house
beside the bankside boats
some covered by their winter canvas coats 
and strewn with planks and dollies
some sitting on their two-wheel trolleys 
waiting for the spring...

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Categories: stoops, christian, religion, sin,
Form: Rhyme
The Moon Did Spill That Night
I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past...

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Categories: stoops, art, life, lost love, nostalgia, passion, people,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs