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neth jones Aug 4
of the human race ? we mistake our place and
perhaps that's the throttle of our mystery

for what it's worth i am of this earth and the
earth itself has a birth in me
taken from Prompt 1
neth jones Jun 13
the slanting sun  outwits the bedroom               
                            carves in the morning knife
cavities balled into the mystery   a spent cartridge of night      
bidden away is the bask   of a coupling umbrella-ed          
(guilded by narcotic somnolence  and a few drinks)
now  each fearful  in face of the lover    
       one wondering etiquette
    for the ridding
     of the other
neth jones Apr 2023
wake up pup
eager those linkers
blink your blinkers
unsink from sleep
and stretch
for a four year old human child
neth jones Jan 2021
wandering life
      self plunders
     an exploration clap
the heavens wane from a fever
        thank heavens ;
           it is all a trap
neth jones Aug 2020
pep
cruelty was intent
bent only to effect harm
pep up in power
purely
as the action of a child

cost
neth jones May 2020
floody gusts of
            fought up clamoury
amour
      and the gums of our armoury
      that our cravy brain sustains
      mouthing
                              ...guppy
an addiction ditty
Star BG Jan 2020
of every writer to allure the reader.
To take words and amalgamate them
into an offering that are like candy treats that cajole.
They don't bring weight to stomach only mind,
and expands ones consciousness divinely.

Written ditty at times becomes doorway
to emotions whereby brotherhood of eyes
get to spin in splendor.

Yes to entice a reader
is the best compliment one can get.

Hurray to the dream.
First poem of day. Inspired by Scriptedsilence.  Many thanks
annh Apr 2019
My inkwell brims with verse unfit,
My speech tongue-tied; my page unwrit,
Yet though I be misunderstood,
Prefer I this to words of wood.
‘Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”’
- Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophil and Stella
Riz Mack Mar 2019
I'm much too busy
with my own little dittys
to check on the pretty
wee lights of the city
Like the sims but you don't go outside
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