I have a shabby castle of my own.
It is my home.
I must admit it’s only a flat
And, frankly speaking, it’s not mine at that.
My flat’s a ruin – no repairs
Were made in twenty five odd years
The only things bought by me here
Are books and the computer gear.
I’m not fastidious
It would be tedious,
The superstition
In my position.
A contest entry
- HELP WANTED!!! BIG POINTS by Recluse Writer.
3500 points, ended June 13, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your entry in our fun contest. I wish you all the best come judging time. Recluse could do with all the help she needs in detering prospective buyers


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I am pondering your last Stanza and will get back to you...this Could be a damn good backhanded write which I have read something into...Care to message me and explain your rhyme and reason in this?
Thanks for entering
Linda

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Have you heard of a Muse leaving the poet amidst the verse? This is the case.
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I most definitely have

Still it said something to me in a strange kinda way
as I filled in the blanks with my own muse flappings!
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