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| | | | | Too tired to sleep Stomach pacing 'round my spine Thoughts spin down black holes (for this week's Living Poetry Prompt) | |
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| | | | | When conservatives claim government is brokenThey aren't complainingThey're bragging | |
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| | | | | Poets live on the outskirts of life all the better to observe from a distance happiness is not an advantage Every community needs four poets one for each of the four winds a leader - a dreamer a sister and one to ride the horses that never lie (Another poem from Sunday's Germination Workshop, written... | |
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| | | Solitude is not blue that's loneliness with all its sapphire longing and deep ocean waves Solitude is not magenta that's abandonment with a twinge of crimson anger sputtering into flame No, solitude is the color of leaves in the middle of April new hope draping an old tree with emeralds emerging from the soil | ||
