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Premium Member Numbered Days

Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Misty drops drip from eaves
All's quiet in nature's realm
How my heart slowly bleeds

Time seems to be swiftly ending
Days are numbered 'pon wall
See the calendar's pages move_
Xes seem to voice sqall  
Form: Rhyme


The Death of Her

She runs and withers
Confound it all!
Across she rests
What glaze crosses her eye
How she steals my lips!
The very words behind my throat!
Her envious appearance glances on my shoulder
My logic makes a mockery of me
As thick as thieves my song to she
More decorum post mortem than the living age
A posthumous vision
Beside my tongue
Behind my ears

Metropolis

There survives a burg, strangled by,

A fume as thick as thieves,

Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,

The adroit aggrieved.

Skyscrapers and broad avenues,

Where vast trains shunt and squall,

Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,

The vestige’s caterwaul.

Where night tide is perennial,

The gargoyles chill and ward,

Aged curves and finials resist,

Thick gnarling walls contort.
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Premium Member Orange Day Lilies

The orange day lilies have bloomed again
returning each spring like an old friend
They grow so tall and close at night
each morning they open with the sunlight
Thick as thieves growing like weeds
they bring pleasure for all to see
Butterflies and humming birds
sweet the nectar for them it lures
Brightly orange with yellow inside
the smiles they bring cannot be denied
Orange Day Lilies a mother's gift
to this day my heart they lift.
Form: Rhyme

Season of the Virus

Season of the Virus



The seasons shift as storms blow in,
falling leaves, thick as thieves, very bad men.

dawn rises early to watch the sun fall  fast,
winded trees, blowing things away from the past.

Winter knows as the snowman blows first light then thick,
Old Mother Hubbard, empty cupboards, dying and sick.

Next seasons breeze an unavoidable sneeze, a virus sets in,
hot then cold, there's no one to hold, in lonliness my friend...
Form: Couplet


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