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ABCEdition
A summary of sorts, of the human condition Brought to you, humbly, in alphabetical position Carefully arranged to maximize reading pleasure
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Sugar
For comforts of ease, I will not go quietly. Ambitions like Zeus, beyond big and mighty. With plenty of passion and surprise left in me,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
True Romance
🔫♎💜♉🔫 Mexican Stand Off Alabama, Clarence, Wed This Is True Romance 🔫♎💜♉🔫 True Romance is my favourite film of all time.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Self-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Purple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Murder
It doesn't happen! Murder in the valley? In this happy little town, perfect in every way! Don't move somewhere else!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Over Thinking
Rebel rousing sycophant of oh--wait, never mind. Don't or read up on the global lore, chore of it is meditative.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets
Wallabies Wander… Cockatoos Caper!
Awesome Australia will always amaze… Black Swans glide, Brolgas dance… Blue-Tongued Lizards sleepily laze. Cockatoos caper; Saltwater Crocodiles lurk ’neath towering Cooktown Orchids.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
Where Darkness Strolls
In shadows deep, where moonlight fades, A graveyard rests in silent shades. Beneath the tombstones cold and gray, A ghostly presence roams the fray.
By WanderingZombie2 years ago in Poets
Care
Inspired by the songs “Care” and "Inspire the Liars" by the rock band - Dance Gavin Dance. I no longer care but I still sympathize
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Laugh Tale
Once upon a time, in a small town called Giggleville, there lived a group of friends who loved to laugh. They were known as the Giggle Gang, and their laughter was contagious. Every day, they would gather at the local park and share funny stories and jokes.
By PraiseGod Williams2 years ago in Poets
The Old Clothesline
It’s time to tear the clothesline down; iron poles once held it high, our laundry dancing for all to see, flapping against the sky.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets