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have it on good authority Tommy-boy, that the the Joni song. "I could drink a case of you," was possibly written for you! Entirely likely, Since reality Is on course, of course, when one starts down the course of drinking your word wine, the hors d'oeuvres to your poems, the real 'beat' of you, who lives in that world, resurrecting their spirit, He, The Case, even kinda looks like Ginsburg, Allen,^^ the angel incarnate, (for whom we poets recite the Kaddish), and should you happen be doing justice in the vicinity of, a bookstore in his town ("Bass Capital of the West") you might just hear 'im, expounding line by line, his compositions, hawking his hawks, selling his talents for free~ dom how will you recognize him? by his creative spark, hidden beneath that hearted head where his heart resides and.where he hides that giant W that is his work's diminutive,^^^ as in wunnerful. amen                                                                                                           nml
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
The Case of Case^
have it on good authority Tommy-boy, that the the Joni song. "I could drink a case of you," was possibly written for you! Entirely likely, Since reality Is on course, of course, when one starts down the course of drinking your word wine, the hors d'oeuvres to your poems, the real 'beat' of you, who lives in that world, resurrecting their spirit, He, The Case, kinda looks like Ginsburg, Allen, ^^ ^the angel incarnate, (for whom we poets recite the Kaddish), and should you happen be doing justice in the vicinity of, a bookstore in his town ("Bass Capital of the West") you might just hear 'im, expounding line by line, his compositions, hawking his hawks, selling his talents for free~ dom how will you recognize him? by his creative spark, hidden beneath that hearted head where his heart resides and.where he hides that giant W that is his work's diminutive, ^^^ as in wunnerful. amen
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
The Case of Case^
The golden rule "Do unto others as you wish others to do unto you " It's easier instead to do exactly what others to you do
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Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 9:11 AM UTC
The Golden Rule
I wish you were awake~ Sweet talking Imagining ********** Hearing my moans that respond to each stroke of love inside my heart. I wish you were awake~ Knowing you inspire me Keeping our love completely Thinking of how we two will be three I wish you were awake~ With us You cause me to see Exist in our love and just be When you rise with the Sun A good morning love, you'll see That your love, my love, our love has awakened me
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Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC
11:04 PM 10.25
I notice you, You are conspicuous to me as I think you are wonderful like a rainbow in a clear blue summer sky.
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Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
Love Interest
The girl caught in the wire Knows the right way and shows fiery pride Instead, of taking the sunshine and more Clasping the delicate rays with her parched palms Leaving desolate prisoners inside A dark day made only of steel cages They will let in the light, those lying in the shadow It's blazing outside, it is bright Cold waters will calm, then turn the tide Soon the cursed world will die Women can see the sun when it swallows the earth It is a ball of hope saving them from guns and guards Their dreams will turn to ashes Mothers with empty wombs love them just the same To them their daughters haven't seen the rain The sun grins from behind grey clouds and sighs Soon, freedom will come within their reach, fast And these daughters will get stuck deeper The dream slips faster than sand in an hourglass They deserve love from the depths of hell itself Until one of them dies by the bullet or ****** disease They don't belong to them, do they? These pigs moan if their houses are made of gold The white men want oil fields with them working
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Stellar
We worry. We wonder why. We wake, we wait, we work We worry. We whine wuthering Whispers, wavering, wasted, Wishing while wishing Wanting while wanting, Wondering why. We work well, Well, we work, While wizardly weaving Wispy wavelengths, Weedy wasps of Wanton whimsy, Wired well within. We will warmongers Without wonder Who wreak Widespread waste, Welcome Wasteland, Washing with war the Wounded World. We will war War wills we We wage war With weird weapons. We wrestle with will. Why? We wait whole Weekdays, weekends. A Ways away, the waning Winter winds of men's Wisdom's wavering. Withering winks from Wistful women, Widening wingspans, Wads of we, we, Wandering westwards Where suns wane, Wait out wear of weather , Wondering why. Warm waters will wash us, We will wake up well.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
Words
what does the W stand for my 2:00am friend? left feet touching and yet I am clueless, unsure in what language I should compile the possibilities and reread my poem and shotgun taken aback you make my urgency feel so trifling and I read your are back but you are more gone for, love’s  misfortune has you, graced, like a hole in the barbed wire fence, had bled you dry and let the seeds for the next planting go astray; this is comprehended for my fences are so busted in so many places that all the animals escaped only to return at feeding time, their curiosity of the outside world limited and W has limited infinite answers for there are no names that begin with W for farmers in our native tongues suspect if you are reading this it must be after 2:00, indeed it’s 4:07am, and the puzzlement is face flushing, annoying and curiously intriguing... and i remain, “sincerely” yours L.F. Poet p.s. thanks for reading my stuff
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
what does the W stand for?
Well hello again. Although we’ve clashed, A new tune rises from the ash Vermillion chords may paint this song Ending it all; I hope I’m wrong
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Wave
you've changed things- location is gone, all personality is gone. no, we haven't talked in six months. yes, i miss your company; does it have to be more complicated than that? i don't think so. i'm worried. are you overseas somewhere bound up after your last trip there for christmas? are you at a completely different school and every time i walk past your classrooms i get anxious for no reason at all? have you changed your hair, changed your major, changed the way you walk? i can't find you, and i know deep down i don't need to. but i wonder, and i worry. where are you?
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
where are you?
If I made a poem that sang to the seas and whispered to the winds, Would the winds remember what was whispered? And when I sang to the seas, should they see the secrets sunk into my subconscious? The winds won't ever wander where I once have. The seas never will stare solemnly at the stormy sky. Seems that it is worthless.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
Why Make Beautiful Poetry?
always lonely yet never alone.
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
fake friends in 5W
There's a tale that is told In the night Yukon cold Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew The truth as it's known Is a legend that's grown And the truth is known by very few It's twenty years on The Malamutes gone There's nobody left from that night But there's talk of some gold That sometimes is told Of what happened just after the fight There is word of a bar "The New Yukon Star" And a fellow down there who can play The place it is grand The best in the land And it's found down by Old Frisco Bay Now, remember the poke Of McGrew's the tale spoke And what happened when Dan was now dead From his neck it was freed And the poke held the deed To Dangerous Dan's claim it was said When the Northern lights glow Bringing life to the snow They say that old Dan walks again But twenty years past Dan took that breath, yes, his last And left the world of mortal men Now, the saloon down in Frisco With a barkeep named Cisco Had a picture of Dan on the wall They say that his ghost Makes it smile when you toast Dan McGrew when it is last call A traveller came And remembered Dan's name One night as he sat with his drink The piano was loud And he saw through the crowd A face, which made the man think He once was a cop And on occasion did stop At the bar when Dan McGrew died He looked at the face But wasn't sure of the place That he knew it, but **** boys he tried There's a place saved in hell For those under the spell Of those who cheated out old Dan McGrew In the stories it's told how his poke with his gold Was stolen by someone he knew Think of the name Of the one living with shame From Dan's last night beneath the north star Just who could build A place always filled A hotel and a popular bar There on the stair With long silvery hair Through cigar smoke that made the air blue Was the girl who once danced And had Dan entranced The girl known only as Lou
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
apologies to Robert W. Service
There's a tale that is told In the night Yukon cold Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew The truth as it's known Is a legend that's grown And the truth is known by very few It's twenty years on The Malamutes gone There's nobody left from that night But there's talk of some gold That sometimes is told Of what happened just after the fight There is word of a bar "The New Yukon Star" And a fellow down there who can play The place it is grand The best in the land And it's found down by Old Frisco Bay Now, remember the poke Of McGrew's the tale spoke And what happened when Dan was now dead From his neck it was freed And the poke held the deed To Dangerous Dan's claim it was said When the Northern lights glow Bringing life to the snow They say that old Dan walks again But twenty years past Dan took that breath, yes, his last And left the world of mortal men Now, the saloon down in Frisco With a barkeep named Cisco Had a picture of Dan on the wall They say that his ghost Makes it smile when you toast Dan McGrew when it is last call A traveller came And remembered Dan's name One night as he sat with his drink The piano was loud And he saw through the crowd A face, which made the man think He once was a cop And on occasion did stop At the bar when Dan McGrew died He looked at the face But wasn't sure of the place That he knew it, but **** boys he tried There's a place saved in hell For those under the spell Of those who cheated out old Dan McGrew In the stories it's told how his poke with his gold Was stolen by someone he knew Think of the name Of the one living with shame From Dan's last night beneath the north star Just who could build A place always filled A hotel and a popular bar There on the stair With long silvery hair Through cigar smoke that made the air blue Was the girl who once danced And had Dan entranced The girl known only as Lou
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[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but... You know Unsafe? I only made 3 parts. I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4. I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow. How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real. Oh yeah.        You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to. Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no? Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name. I never gave her one. Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe. But, for some reason... As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing. It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen. Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing. Wait. Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her, Unsafe, And into my Notes. I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in. But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions. Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this! Ahahaha... I really ******* myself over, huh? Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile. I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh... Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works. I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens. In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere... Familiar.]
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
[URGENT NOTICE ABOUT UNSAFE AND X, PLEASE READ!]
[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but... You know Unsafe? I only made 3 parts. I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4. I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow. How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real. Oh yeah.        You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to. Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no? Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name. I never gave her one. Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe. But, for some reason... As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing. It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen. Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing. Wait. Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her, Unsafe, And into my Notes. I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in. But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions. Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this! Ahahaha... I really ******* myself over, huh? Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile. I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh... Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works. I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens. In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere... Familiar.]
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