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crispinakemp.com
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| | | | | Spirit of the woodland, me Though I don't reside in any tree Rather would I be Like a butterfly or bee That flits from flower to flower Throughout every woodland bower And as I fly I never do tarry But with me always carry To cut away the dead and withering, a pruning knife And... | |
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| | | | | I gaze into the thousands of twinkling eyes of my dark mother who reassures me, I don't matter. Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular,... | |
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livingpoetry.net
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| | | | | This week let's write a flustered poem. Even the most Zen among us has felt agitated from time to time. Describe a scenario or just show us the perturbations of a troubled mind. Whatever your disturbs you most, post it in the comments below. | |
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| | | I recently ran across an article touting an Old School mapping t-shirt deign on thehalfling.com here . Also, no humorous post on mappi... | ||
