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When Nicholson took to the screen and didn't mold to Ratched's scheme
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Hades' Ancient Greek--the tongue of Has-Beens and Never-Weres (Nooks and Purgs)
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Cicadas trumpet de`guello chants in an all-too-familiar, random drumline. The night blooms black in a star-spotted bruise, no clouds in her
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My Humble attempt at a punk song. The Medication Adderall is like Ritalin, only stronger. It makes you wired & energetic--as if you "drank
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Please let me know if any of the words used in this poem confuse you. I'll give you their definitions.
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Not a poem, but an explanation. Not that anyone cares but I got tired of being reduced to using sVento--HenpeckHobo instead of sVentoTheHenpeckHobo as a profile
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The first Bone I have to pick is with the Hate-Bush-First crowd.
I know most of the poets on here are not Republicans, and neither am I (I'm a Libertarian),
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The path to sans existance isn't common for a pawn
the baby-steps of preparation seem to take too long.
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It was late February of '59, and the weather in San Antonio was in a hurried transition from cold to sticky. The Boy's Club, as it was called, was the place to
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This is a story, not a poem.
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Oh so...Damn! Is this a song?
To wear a masque the Naw'lins way
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Things I don't like: people with gold teeth.
Things I like: People (women) with NO teeth
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Nobody. Well, nobody NOW at least. I met Jiminy Crickett at DisneyWorld, and since then, I see no reason nor have any desire to meet any other celebrity. He was
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"To ask of love that it be without jealousy
is to ask of Light that it cast no shadows."--Oscar Hammling
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Two days after Grampa's Irish Catholic
Knuckle-lipped bona-fide punching-bag wife
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Two days after Grampa's Irish Catholic
Knuckle-lipped bona-fide punching-bag wife
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What happens when we sleepwalk?
I break windows & slam doors...While people's heads are in 'em!
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Looking at you, I've often wondered...
do others ever watch you sleep?
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A Novel Autobiography...yeah, I know it sounds tacky, but check it out anyway
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At 18 years old, Dad and I seldom fought,
Homeless and running from memories' harm.
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At 18 years old, Dad and I seldom fought,
Homeless and running from memories' harm.
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It's been Conjured through the ages by some long Admired Sages
that The Devil's doomed to lose, for God has not a Rival Muse!
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Though old and dead he may be now, Shakespeare still treads our stage somehow...
Whether you watch his plays unfold or read his work, his stage is sold!
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All wranglers make their cattle flock
to grassy pastures, fenced and locked
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You'd make Cupid sever his wings
'Cause love from you's a prize indeed!
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Bundled sticks fuse buckled wits into brooms
smitten with the breath manufactured toast.
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A different take on Shakespeare's 7 ages of man theory laid out in "All the World's a Stage" from "As You Like It"
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Serene as a mother soon to be
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It's been conjured through the ages
by some...
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