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Mystery Woman
Who is she
the one just there
hairslightly blowing in the wind
her perfume lingering in the air
a single rose is her mark
unfort..
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Mystery Man
Hard to understand him,
so eccentric by nature he is,
never to conform with the others.
Smile to explain himself with,
but no more ..
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a poem trying to capture the essence of the difference between the terms needy and greedy. We say we need this but do we really need it or just crave..
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Memories
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Be kind and rewind... your actions
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Windswept Wings
Birds;
we hear them but they are second nature,
two birds go erratic and fly into doors and window pains.
By the bay,
people st..
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In a foul swoop of tastlessness,
my mind is gone,
in a way I have been set free,
from the curse of imagination.
Day after day I write these thin..
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A Red Punchbowl
I take a break from dancing,
to get a drink of punch,
I stare into it,
a reflection appears in the ripples,
but it isn't mine,
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Paradise Barn
The hay overflows,
the brigh red paint glistens in the sunlight,
for red is thinework,
souls going in and coming out,
creatures i..
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Everything should be a nickel, for that is all I have in my pocket.
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