I'M Not the Scarecrow You See
...My heart still holds the unused beats,
My shallow lungs long the stolen breaths,
And the bones, cloaked and masked, run empty of flesh.
The eyes that dreamt the dreams,
Are now separated from th...
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Categories:
poincianas, betrayal, death, farm, father,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Blossom
...Blossom
Frank Halliwell
Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage,
With a yarn about a small brown ...
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Categories:
poincianas, world,
Form: Rhyme
Blossom
...Blossom
Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage,
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give the beer a miss,...
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Categories:
poincianas, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Behind the Green Door
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Cessations tying balloons; glittering now amid the colours of the wind
To build this fairytales city while as closing obtuses intangible eye...
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Categories:
poincianas, hope, life, love, rose,
Form: I do not know?