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silly song about chickens bunnies and mooseA Poem by Misterr Remeatsee title, but be aware....This was written on just one cup of coffee |
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How You've ChangedA Poem by spoonieboiA personal song. |
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Winter RosesA Poem by spoonieboiA song from my album Greenleaf |
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BarmaidA Poem by Misterr RemeatKind of an irishy sounding ditty, that I'm going to put music to |
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Turn Around for meA Poem by Rosie McQzymy first actual song |
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Ibykos Fragment 286 TranslationA Poem by Michael R. BurchIbykos Fragment 286, circa 564 BCEloose translation byMichael R. BurchCome spring, the grandapple trees standwatered by a gushing riverwhere the maide.. |
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WATER CORDSA Poem by Tasi83Like a bruise, cheap, bawdy memories of slaps on the wrist pierce the walls of the soul, the everyday calvary of a murder, even though something only .. |
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PoetryA Poem by Michael R. BurchPoetry, my Ars Poeticaby Michael R. BurchPoetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around you to torture and confo.. |
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My Ars Poetica: "Poetry"A Poem by Michael R. BurchMy Ars Poetica: "Poetry"by Michael R. BurchPoetry, I found youwhere at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around youto torture and confo.. |
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Feldeinsamkeit (“Solitude in a Field” ..A Poem by Michael R. BurchFeldeinsamkeit (“Solitude in a Field” or "Through the Fields of Solitude")by Hermann Allmerstranslation by David B. Gosselin with Michael .. |
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The record of livesA Poem by Tasi83In the faces of men you search for the impossible:the apocryphal necrology of unfulfilled dreams,desires and emotions,the tiny requiems of lives,which.. |
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Trying-lightA Poem by Tasi83I am wandering in my room under my bookshelf.It is this shipwrecked posture thatbest preserves my humanity.This motionless, thirty-somethingsituation .. |
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Quotable lightnessA Poem by Tasi83Our useless, saleable existence has become a shame.For from shameful, fadedmasses of humanity no noble Enkiduknor pitiful Ophelia were wrought.Awning .. |
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Gradual rottinA Poem by Tasi83The fingers of our haste forehandbend the lead weights of our transgressions.In times of tormented cleverness,the mind is already caught up in the cor.. |
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PoisonedA Poem by Tasi83Our overrun lives will beruled by an agitated striving.Like a pile of cake,we are creeping closer and closerinto the lives of others,to be part of som.. |
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Poisoned stimulus branchA Poem by Tasi83We have all been poisoned by cheapmass cultures that have been degradedinto a hopelessly sickening cesspool,as the prophets of Ninevehwarned us all of.. |
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Shadow shapes from HelsingorA Poem by Tasi83On the point of a needle,Hamlet's sad ghost livesand is forced to exist.Across Elsinore,Hyena winds tear his clothes,rattling wildly.Better would it b.. |
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