Sos
...Do not fall in love with a poet:
Breakfast would be a couplet.
Lunch would be a quatrain:
Personified, pithy and prolix on metaphoric train.
Supper would be a sonnet:
Smithereens of oomph...
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Categories:
troche, poetry,
Form: I do not know?
My Cat
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O, a sweet one my wee cat,
White and brown and strong;
She likes sleeping on my bed,
Snoring all night long.
Eating, she sure does enjoy,
Now is time to play;
We are chasin...
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Categories:
troche, cat, pets,
Form: Quatrain
Nobodies Home
...The walls resonate
like the inside of a brass bell.
Footfalls act as the clapper bouncing sound
like a ping pong ball from wall to wall.
The antique oriental rug with its dragon vase
had long...
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Categories:
troche, depression, family, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Forever Yours
...Forever Yours
Confused, I weep for loss because my heart
Does pine and long for a new day to dawn.
When I shall see, quite well, your smile.
My love is yours.
Forgive, me please, if I percha...
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Categories:
troche, loveday, love,
Form: Free verse