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Whalebone Poems - Poems about Whalebone


Premium MemberThe Temptation of St Anthony

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The Temptation of St Anthony

I entered the desert, 
took a vow not to speak 
Lucifer’s here too, hoping 
silent men grow weak 
My path seemed so straight 
but quickly became oblique 
I que...
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Categories: whalebone, art, devotion, perspective,
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium MemberHand-Picked Berries and Sun-Dried Tomatoes 1

...The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensate...
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Categories: whalebone, mythology,
Form: Prose



Fishwives

...Fishwives 

In junkets to 
     the golden shore 
Beside the cobalt 
     sea of lore 
Was told of dwellings 
     and rapscallions
Of ramshackled wood 
     and galleons.
Where ancient mar...
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Categories: whalebone, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberDeath Undignified, Fort Laramie 1860

...High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the v...
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Categories: whalebone, memory,
Form: Sestina

Mister Baleen

...MISTER BALEEN
limerick




                                    Mister Baleen got a whalebone
                                 He went to a charmer Doctor scone
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Categories: whalebone, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick



Premium MemberDeath Undignified

...The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of dearly brought glass it vibrates with the hoof...
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Categories: whalebone, cowboy-western, introspection, life, baby,
Form: Sestina

Premium MemberDeath Undignified, Fort Laramie 1860

...The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibrat...
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Categories: whalebone, baby, children, horse, me,
Form: Sestina

Book: Reflection on the Important Things