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EscapeA Poem by KatTastropheHastily written in the heat of the moment. Hope you enjoy. |
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Rise AboveA Poem by Stacy PurvisIn Flight, Dreams Come TrueYou Must Believe In YourselfRise Above It All 🐘 |
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The ShadowsA Poem by Stacy PurvisThis, Our Shadow SideAlways Trying To DisguiseInternal Struggle |
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The Highest RealmA Poem by Gypsy DreamerThe place I'm from. |
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SwingingA Poem by AllauraRoseThis is about swinging on a swing set, just to clarify any confusion. |
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Musings From Inside the EarthA Poem by S. E. ButlerIf I were to escape,To change just for one day,I think I'd like to be a bird -Lovely, feathered, fey.Or perhaps I'd like to beA dainty butterfly -I wo.. |
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15. CHIMPYCHUNKA Chapter by Peter RogersonThe crocodile patient arrives at the Forest hospital and the man can't see sense. |
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HOW DOES MARY POPPINS KEEP HER UMBRELLA ANGLED?A Poem by anthony blakeOVERHEAD SHELTER FROM AIR |
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Roses of MayA Poem by BIf she would notice a subtle soundShades of sombering redIf he would escape just that thoughtIn colorful arrays they staySome place where lines of lin.. |
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~ First Flying Lesson ~A Poem by CarolaMy first flying lesson was in September 1965 & this poem is what I remember about it. |
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Three times, cloudsA Poem by Steve NossiterProse about a day where the clouds almost lifted me from the ground, but not quite. A day missed, a day to look forward to. |
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Silence CostsA Poem by bigfootprintX jet with no sonic boom |
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FlightA Poem by Anne MartinMy cynical take on writing poetry. |
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IrreproachableA Poem by BThe mastered times too lateShaking all remainsOf a momentSleeping mayWasted towers waittoA lockForever the trial of loveWould FightThe Spills of dayUp.. |
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ParachutistA Poem by Earl SchumackerIt's a long way down or is it? |
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The Wonder Boys, for Leslie MellichampA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Wonder Boysby Michael R. Burch(for Leslie Mellichamp, the late editor of The Lyric,who was a friend and mentor to many poets, anda fine poet in hi.. |
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A Vain WordA Poem by Michael R. BurchA Vain WordbyMichael R. BurchOleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorlsas I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remainingtill sunset implodes.. |
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Bertolt Brecht "Radio Poem" translationA Poem by Michael R. BurchRadio Poemby Bertolt Brechtloose translation/interpretation byMichael R. BurchYou, little box, held tightlyto meduring my escape,so that your delicate.. |
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