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Fulbright Scholars Where was it, in the Strand? A display Of news items, in photographs. For some reason I noticed it.
By kd Hoccane3 years ago in Poets
Limericks A young man climbed up Mount Rainier On a day that was perfectly clear And through his telescope He watched a big dope
The Last Rose of Summer ‘Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone:
Note to self, 10 things you have to get off: 1) Assuming that everything would be the same (hell no! Everything would never be the same).
Brothers at the Reunion The old men stood below the exit sign laughing and cussing as though they were in a well-lit bar—though they’d all
Body Language... Turn these tables... Loose me to you Find me undeneath Because Im an under studied case...😯 When You talk from a distance
My Daughter’s Morning My daughter’s morning streams over me like a gang of butterflies as I, sour-mouthed and not ready
Carrying Water to the Field And on those hot afternoons in July, when my father was out on the tractor cultivating rows of corn, my mother
Sea Fever I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer
You Make Me Feel Good ------------------------------------- I have been pondering for millennia, Thinking if my going to find someone to knock me off my feet,
Lyrically Assassinating Why I Can't Be Happy ----------------------------------------------------------- The destructive use of words embedded in this expression
Post-factual love poem by Paul Guest I’m thinking of the boiling sea and the dream in which all the fish were singing.
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