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Oh Donny
Jules I like you but Oh Doh-oh-nee , ooh-be-do I'm in love with YOU What can it possibly mean? This is a simple, quick, fun challenge . There is a connection (perhaps more than one) between the three stories listed, and linked, below. What is the connection? Best answer posted by October 15 at 15:00 UTC (look it up!) will receive a highly desirable $5 tip.
By Raymond G Taylor27 days ago in Poets
Scene; that is correct?
Scene; is that correct? The arrival set to a ring of fire diner door chime, the first of all the drives, to quake the untrusted asphalt, claiming comfort till the end behind that truly pitiful white flag. Zephyr moves dunes, temple greets the sunshine; morning, was I out long; lets out an aroma wave, and a cry that only certain damned souls can spasm step to, feel, touch, wade through no matter the solidity, like nothing phasing the solid body; where it go? Maybe a tickle in the hair if the strands are long enough. Mind reaches for the black moonlight; no questions; hint: The cool braids.
By Willem Indigo27 days ago in Poets
Killer Luv❣️
I Love You, Deeper Than The Split In My Heart, or Should I Say Polished Cars? Sometimes I Can Seem A far, Colder Than The Frost on The Stars, Dark and Lovely Is What My Reality Appears to be... I Long For Someone who Loves Me, Although I Am A Killer Indeed, but, Maybe I'm Just A Lover-Boy Who was Born to be Lonely...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)27 days ago in Poets
Cafes and IBS
I have no time to worry about the inevitable stomach pains or little poots or putters from my voluminous behind, that is a problem for the partons down south. No, I'm too busy to worry about the aches that follow a sugary, milky drink complete with whipped cream and a cherry on top. You see, the crowd is no bother and the wait is worth it, just so long as you meet there. At this wonderful new cafe complete with you and sweet confections. You see, I wouldn't dare to dream about walking through any door that would refuse you. I would not set foot in cafe or bistro that denied you. Because love knows no borders and we've got milkshakes in need of drinking. So dear friend, chocolate or vanilla? I'll order, and we'll share, and blast our IBS winds in sweet freedom and without care.
By Kera Hollow29 days ago in Poets
Take a Whiff of October. Honorable Mention in October Challenge. Top Story - October 2026.
It’s the smell that hits you first Something charred, something burnt Pumpkin spiced alcohol Party kids getting turnt The township of October Has many alleys, many corners Every nook and every cranny Has a different weeping mourner
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile30 days ago in Poets
