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ScryA Poem by Mr.Boffinif i had a scryI would travel through mulholland drivewishing like feathersfor a fatefulpeek down threwleering windowsfor a trace of modernsociety |
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On A Sunday AfternoonA Poem by Mr.Boffinif cups of twofor three of fourspilledi woulddrown inyour tears. |
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JollityA Poem by Mr.Boffintraveling throughrazor wireblending into signsill whisper (to you)musings onantipodesbutyou won'thear;if icutoffyourear. |
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Moments Are AliveA Poem by Anand SehgalMoments are colliding against each other,everywhere in the time space,every now and then .Some are dying ,Some new are being born.Moments are coming o.. |
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SproutA Poem by Mr.Boffinfor the funthe brain once hadfor the Hyacinthwithin the heartfor the wordsthe mouth once sproutand the liesbeneath the grout. |
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Nine Yells SonsA Poem by Mr.Boffina time a laugh a tea a sigh.al la timein tea and ryhmn.b'hoy is badder:baddest,baddish.g'hal is belvedere:belle,bel.b'hoy und g'hal:samba, ball,in the.. |
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Call of the StormA Poem by Calissa KnoxI see the rain, falling on the streetsoutside my window. As it comes down, I'm reminded of the tearslocked up inside.I see the trees, crashing against.. |
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The StormA Poem by Calissa KnoxI feel the raindropsfalling on my face.My soul is awakenedby the wind's embrace.My heart beats like a drumas thunder roars.I run fasterand my spirit s.. |
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Movement of the SunA Poem by Mr.Boffinthe melancholy days fulltumbling through the Sandymount Strand;whispering the wind that fears the sky: mourning lustre of days hence. the wind is he w.. |
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On a Bench Passing byA Poem by Mr.BoffinThe bench I'll sit,and gape; toponder, andruminate.Watch the cur;Scare the lass --in their hackneyed bonnets!The late Sun has quivered, andthrough tha.. |
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A Garden in WinterA Poem by Mr.BoffinPray for thee -- a fickle plot --Upon this frozen realm --The grime on land,Once againNeutral for a spell.Sow or seed --Will lay in wake;Past long bou.. |
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A Gardener in WinterA Poem by Mr.BoffinFloret is done --Abundant but none;No marvy in thee!Standing I -- a fickle Gardener --Through and through, aSpace with noBeauty or Revery! |
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GraveA Poem by Mr.BoffinThis my Gravedigging hourlingering, peeping --with Ladies and --their squeamish little Teardrops Me my SpadeWe till,We slog and layEach other downUpon.. |
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Walking on a Winter NightA Poem by Mr.BoffinUpon my foot,A white sootLives, and Dies --SimultaneouslyChilly calm;A whisperAbout --My faceWinding route,Rules out, andGazes longingly -- While,Feat.. |
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At The End, Near the BeachA Poem by Mr.BoffinThe Sun lowering fences,Breathing out Today --Whispering past tenses;Lowered throughout the Day. Two lovers lie On beach's dry and Clasped hands Breed.. |
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Time BegottenA Poem by Mr.BoffinTime is cruel,Purblind fool --Passing idly byMade sight of YouAlack accrued, inThe Land forgottenIn fickle Wait --To time and fate. |
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Upon the SeaA Poem by Mr.BoffinMe and my chair, With my beard fair, and Eyes glazed onto the Sea.Whispers drift, and tellOf a story, Of me and the Sea.So I'd drift, and float, my"Gl.. |
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