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...Triples of cream . He needs sleep it was only a dream he's off his meds . a rhyme of sorts . hes talk......Read the rest...

...Writers write to master the minds like mine to master, be thines, 5th century Greek writers Patriarch Herodotus, Thucydides and Plutarch. They savor the flavor, 'Land Battles', be Persia and G......Read the rest...

...Red silk blow through strong breaths of natures either she lays down her glass as her silk dress flys away the man only sort of human in the past bites and takes her breath the red dress flows and......Read the rest...

...This poem is penned to my sartorial self, about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf, replica football shirts, too tight, too small, threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all, now for re......Read the rest...

...Do you think we’re the sort of girls to sit around on a Sunday night? EAH (loud buzzer sound) you’d be wrong!! What’s the opposite of seasonal depression - seasonal euphoria? I’m self-diagnosing......Read the rest...

...Natural I shared with fellow soupers, of their poems, showed superbly higher levels of reads caused by Google's Trending searches, on top where their search box is propped for quick and easy viewi......Read the rest...

...Oscar and I Today, I drove to Faro, In the Algarve I wanted to eat a tunny steak at a café I used to go fifteen years ago The place had gone upmarket, as had  prices The server remembered me,......Read the rest...

...I have never stopped long enough for deep regret -- sort of like a career gambler win, loose or draw thrill really is the bet like the climber not the high low nor~ fall but some......Read the rest...

...Nothing excites or amazes me now, I've either done it, seen it Or heard about how. I can read it, need it and heed it in 2 hours But there's nothing out there that really inspires, Not......Read the rest...

...Bricks under our soles, and The fluttering of mushed sounds Paddle inside mine ear. A portion resembles a desperate race - Another scoop conveys an andante walk - And a fierce heap of… Sti......Read the rest...

...I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, an......Read the rest...

...I'm in a mood today, I couldn't tell you why. It's like I've lost all my hope, Some sort of emptiness inside. I'm in a mood today,  I think I'm kind of numb. I feel I've lost a part of me, ......Read the rest...

...they live in shining holes, but who? shining holes where creatures live but, and here, truth the sprinkly sort invisimals not animals these holes not dug by claw in mud ......Read the rest...

...A Profound Meditation One can use lying here... Sleeping’s dreams As a springboard To many different... place’s Finding there’s more to the body’s presence... Here. ‘Why?’ Perhaps… qu......Read the rest...

...Ah yes, Freedom, liberty, Individualism Melded into a nation. Flags will be waved By those denied a flag Chants will be shouted By those who forget Patrick Henry’s “give me liberty or give ......Read the rest...