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A Visit With My Muse and Her Roommate.A Story by hvysmkerMy muse is a six-inch lovely named Kimiko, her companion an eight-inch demon named Jin. Kimiko has asked me to visit at their apartment. Says it i.. |
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GoddessA Poem by Michael R. BurchGoddessby Michael R. Burch“What will you conceive in me?”I asked her. But sheonly smiled.“Naked, I bore your childwhen the wolf wind.. |
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Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar ProfessorA Poem by Michael R. BurchMillay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professorby Michael R. BurchAfter a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,Millay hits the dorm, where the Vas.. |
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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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White GoddessA Poem by Michael R. BurchWhite Goddessby Michael R. BurchWhite in the shadowsI see your face,unbidden. Go, tellLove it is commonplace;tell Regret it is not so rare.Our love is.. |
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The BoardA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe BoardbyMichael R. BurchAccessible rhyme is never good.The penalty is understood:soft titters from dark board rooms wherethe businessmen paste on t.. |
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poem 16A Poem by Rana Adalwolfa SimonA haiku for my 16th poem for #NationalPoetryMonth this year. |
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Weaving SilenceA Poem by WillaDanversI hate the silence. The silence brings forward those dark emotions. In the silence, I create these pieces. |
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Down the RoadA Poem by Alfred Kukitzone step at a time |
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Poems about PoemsA Poem by Michael R. BurchPoems about PoemsWhat the Poet Seesby Michael R. BurchWhat the poet sees,he sees as a swimmer~~~~underwater~~~~watching the shoreline blursees through.. |
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THE CONSTANT MUSEA Story by Willys WatsonTHE CONSTANT MUSEWhen she felt the need she slipped in through the back door of my soul and lingered long to speak to my sub-conscience, whispering en.. |
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Muse: Speed PaintingA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic her..Nothing grand or emotional here... saw some speed painting online, and my hands ran with it. lol |
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