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They gathered nightly when the marks departed in a ritual that was followed religiously after the rides shut down and the lights dimmed low, to huddle in a small trailer set off from all the rest....
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We stand together decked out in robes that we cherished most for several years. Wearing mortar boards that hold no mortar now to bind us together. Tassels turned to the front, all the pomp is done...
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When your lips and hers in joyous bliss are joined and meld as one, and the realization hits you that true love at last has come and your heart it starts to hammer like some frantic big bass drum,...
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My coffee stained pottery cup, sits sepia toned by years of pick me ups and set me downs, holding a caffeine-laced fix beneath my bloodshot eyes. The clatter of dishes and tongues scrambled like my...
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Apathy Squared It was just after 5:30 A.M. and the morning star still graced her window as she rose and donned her cross,and some clothing that even the Salvation Army would not have saved. Then...
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I was hitching a ride somewhere on the south side of the U.S. of A.when I got a thumbs up from a somewhat soused geezer in a ten gallon hat. Old, countrified Earle took me out for a whirl in his...
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When light no longer rose to kiss me…” my lips ached in the shadows of demons wings, for I had sold my soul for music, and the devil had claimed his due. Mine was a magnificent voice given that one...
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A Word Bank Trilogy. My challenge was to make two poems out of the word bank below. Each had to be under 150 words, not including the title. All readers and writers here are welcome to add their...
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It’s just pulling in The Imagination Express, a quatrain of delight near the conjunction of your station of thoughts. Its sing-song, clackety-clack rhythms of life draw all poets near and far. Flowing...
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Bukowski style poetry When we lose control of our vices we can be prone to lose those deer to us. Six deer cross my path, on a dark country lane,...
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