From The Workship Collection Joe My Belvoed Beau
...My parents did not know
About Joe
My beloved beau
And what the maturing character did
Making him a heroic paternal twit
One day with spring in the air
Did not have a ca...
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Categories:
scrabbled, birth, father, happy, love,
Form: Rhyme
The words found a way
...I can feel it in my bones
ringing in my ears
the words I long to utter
the things I hold near
For a long time I held them close
did not say them aloud
I learned to pen them into poems
But th...
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Categories:
scrabbled, anxiety, child abuse, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite
...Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite
(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).
neverth...
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Categories:
scrabbled, adventure, allegory, animal, atheist,
Form: Free verse
As Won
...A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and...
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Categories:
scrabbled, anxiety, beautiful, drink, food,
Form: Ballade
As Won
...A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and...
...
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Categories:
scrabbled, anxiety, beautiful, drink, food,
Form: Ballade
As Won
...A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and...
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Categories:
scrabbled, anxiety, beautiful, drink, food,
Form: Ballade
Mistakes
...
Mistakes were they deliberate or was it not intentional so what's
the point wasting anyone's time?
If one's intentions were true yet the pieces to the puzzle are scrabbled
by past, pres...
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Categories:
scrabbled, anxiety, best friend, character,
Form: Free verse
Preoccupation
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"PreOccupation"
spiced
cut up poetry
divides
numbers
intentional
drivel moved
to the side
on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up
a much loved
addic...
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Categories:
scrabbled, dark, halloween, muse,
Form: Narrative
A Poem
...A poems but a whisper
that lingers on the breeze.
A few unspoken words
appear like falling leaves.
A treasure trove of memories
dreams that haunt the mind.
Jumbled words,scrabbled thoughts
bor...
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Categories:
scrabbled, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
2022 Polar Vortex Across Wide Band of North America
...2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December tw...
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Categories:
scrabbled, 12th grade, adventure, america,
Form: Rhyme
Small Mutinies
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"Small Mutinies"
So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky
cashmere blankets
of insecure insincerity
simple sc...
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Categories:
scrabbled, halloween, muse, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Scrabbled
...
“Scrabbled”
I could write a book
about all your dance moves
fire handed on a platter
heart beating like a hammer
a body of work
glanced at...
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Categories:
scrabbled, dance, fun, magic,
Form: Romanticism
Pinned
...Pinned.
Your thoughts, are censored,
pinned in through your eyes.
Scrabbled words which fall
down your bitter throat
not out into the freedom,
outside your being,
they poison you guts.
Bec...
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Categories:
scrabbled, innocence, irony,
Form: Free verse
An Immigrants Tale
...We arrived like windblown dirt,
the steamer vomited us out
then wallowed into a smug stillness.
We migrants stood
to be led somewhere, anywhere
slowly we disembarked, disorganized
and strag...
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Categories:
scrabbled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A January Summer In July
...Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;
Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured ...
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Categories:
scrabbled, dream, good night, love,
Form: Imagism
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