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The Garden and a Dog
In the end, the little ones / scampering about peppers, vibrant / red and yellows and oranges disappearing
@samuel-the-poet
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Riverside Baptism
First sun-warmed sand / First boots-and-socks-off beach / First ankle-deep stand in rushing water
@subconscious-on-parade
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huckleberry finn.
the moment that i laid eyes on you / time simply ceased to be / the globe stopped its spinning
@Sparrowfreckles
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Elderly mutt
toddling, stiff-hipped / thoughtfully sniffs each stalk of weed / as if savoring
@joe-cottonwood
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Sunday
Sunday - the weekend's tombstone, / burying the worst of last week. / The silent ringing of church bells,
@tony-luxton
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an unorthadox wedding toast
what do you say in a traditional wedding toast? / I’m not a traditionalist / I’m a poet
@raingirlpoet
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The Dream I Built With You
I'm watching your features fade / From our children's faces. / The pieces of you
@AnonymousFreak
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Refrain
refrain, / let it go / solitude goes foreseen
@kousthubha-suresh
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your love's more addictive than a drug!
*Hahaha, / Round and round / I spin in
@nivedaamber
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Freeze
I keep telling myself our love is like / a lake in winter; cold to the touch but / beneath the ice is dormant life
@mary-torrez
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"I Went, And I Am Still Going."
This is a re-post of "All Change at Zima Junction." This morning I turned in my keys after some forty years of herding cattle (metaphorically), seventeen of them with this institution. I am unemployed for the first time since I was five or so and was set to toddling out to the chicken yard every evening to gather the eggs in an old Easter basket. My mother said that the rooster often chased me and made me cry, but I don’t remember that. / And now - what adventure does Aslan have next for me? / The first book I bought upon returning home from Viet-Nam was the Penguin Modern European Poets paperback edition of *Yevtushenko: Selected Poems*. That 75-cent paperback from an airport bookstall in San Francisco is beside me on the desk as I write.
@lawrence-hall
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Poetry refuge
I am eager to express / This is not a playground, / nor a hawking station
@antony-glaser
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Just Write
Master of inaction complete with heightened self inventory, daily beatings, and advanced proclivity. / Machine boots stuck in the mud and walking slowly. Tough trudged - trotting wounds toddling septicity and self inflicted brain damage with battery acid. / Living roach life - keep self image commensurate with meeting low expectations consistently.
@kam-yuks
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Math of our Love
There's an elegance / to the math / but
@jojo-nguyen
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This Is NOT What It Appears....I'll Just Suck Half My Fingers
What was that about ironic? / (sonnet #MMMMDCXLII) / They swore I should be published when my frail
@JennyGordon
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First steps
Cats stuck to window sills as languid as the rolling hills and craggy like the rocky tors / sheep sleeping underneath a portcullis of a sky / as steel grey clouds disguised as prison bars soothe
@john-edward-smallshaw
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Widdling
Since we were toddlers / We've had the move; / Something like a siddle,
@francie-lynch
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gap/delay
the higher my age climbs / the more i feel like that little kid again / staring into the mirror, wearing their
@k-f
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reaching
when i reach you, / i want it to look like the day i left. gray / skies, teasing winds, the ocean roaring and
@officialkroger
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The Journey
The Journey winds down the lonely Road / Flanked on the sides by Spirits / Recognizing the faces nearest
@zack-phillips
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Art Intel Gate, where all the sacred things lie
Gates imagined in times / past / open here and we pause
@kenpepiton
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you've got to trust it'll all work out
put a little faith in life / put a little faith in all / the forces that be
@wave-break
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This One is Personal
"Layna, this is Seth," / Our father breathed into / My ear.
@AnonymousFreak
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internal
things that i like: you / things that i don't like: you / strange, isn't it?
@quinn
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Autumn
Brittle stars hum, cackling underfoot, / Piles of mud and brick colored petals, / Gracing the ground in billows,
@dana-may
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