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Red poolA Poem by junaid altafour imagination and the beauty we can see and create within ourselves should always be shared in any way you can and i chose this way. |
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The Palm Wine of PoetryA Poem by Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukw..Okomoya Festival |
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Id rather have a friend.A Poem by PixieblueCan one agree. |
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Tanka #1A Poem by trista broomeThe sunset like wine,Or sangria at its worst.I am drunk off skiesDoused in Merlot and Chablis,Zinfandel blends at the sea. |
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Pour Me Another GlassA Poem by Angela HunterPour me another glassI've a lot to drown outLike reminders of good timesI cannot think aboutOr how my house has crumbledYet continues to fallHow, thou.. |
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Until the DeathA Poem by HeaVenKThere's many ways to end your life think about the most adventoures |
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LiteratureA Poem by Terrence ChangWhat literature means to me. |
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Little Miss Muffet,2014A Poem by GeeUpdated version of an old English nursery rhyme |
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Another GlassA Poem by Mick StrangeI feel the silk across my face-Of a web in transcendental gaze.Sweet breath of cinnamon, frosted air,Rose petal curves and an icy stare.Forbidden to e.. |
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The Scientific Way To Do MathematicsA Poem by Robert RonnowAs air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird.And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate.Believing the substrate and the subject are se.. |
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Can poetry matterA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the debate between accessible and difficult poemsPoets' poems and poems for peopleOnly the single poem and private reader matterBoth kinds and anyt.. |
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Pokeweed WaitsA Poem by Robert RonnowPokeweed waitsunderground, snow crustssmall greenish white flowers, leaves entireand alternate, black berriespoisonous, ripe late.Waits patiently past.. |
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Chinese SonnetsA Poem by Robert RonnowIThese days I forgive myself everything. After allI'm alone and unhappy so I give myself a little treatwhenever possible. On summer nights I remembert.. |
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Morning ChoresA Poem by Robert RonnowAs if the sun intended this habitual tendency to make the body healthy I do. First, the brain believes itself what a mistake if it's blue. The e.. |
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Polar Bear Mugs WinoA Poem by Robert RonnowHave I ever been profoundly lost? Yes. Railroad tracks and a river wide as the Amazon, yet lost. Living in the intense sunshine of northern New .. |
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Searching for Symbols in a Town Without a RiverA Poem by Robert RonnowI begin the day buying yogurt in a smallfavorite grocery store. The clerka man of few pretenses was making jokesabout his wife, how they fight in bed... |
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The Canopy and EconomyA Poem by Robert RonnowSun and traffic�" -- day economy.Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tiredto be angry. Each day a steptoward death. What is being accomplished?.. |
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Two White WinesA Poem by Robert RonnowDinner with old friends:salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with broccoli, two white wines.Jane Jacobs could analyze how it al.. |
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Yogurt and HoneyA Poem by Robert RonnowYogurt."I begin the day buying yogurt in a small favorite grocery store."Not pizza, nor gatorade.Bananasalthough they are imported from afar and grown.. |
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