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The beach - shadows, elastic, stretching,
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I'd love to pen a poem of brilliance, but lesser luminosity will have to suffice.
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Tragedy's too grand a concept
to bestow on my small-scale sins.
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I'll never forget her: her shocked expression
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Each day my world creates itself anew in shades of feeling, subtleties of tone;
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And here we are, Martha, ten years older and the roses long faded,
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Why do I write, the poet asks? May as well ask the wind
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Soon it will happen again: the slow stirring in the blood,
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Early morning, damp and chill, snow lies on my window sill.
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rain falling softly
on a pagoda roof
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The listening room's a secret place for quiet thoughts to grow;
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Snow lies everywhere, winter's white hair.
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The billowing furls of the Big Tent, the braided ropes, the spangles;
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A young Viking god, sea-frosted eyes gazing
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1. Do you believe something is going to happen in or around 2012?
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I am your nicotine fix, your tube of pleasure,
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If we are born like this,
then no amount
by Bad Bill
22 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 12 5:50 AM
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Love - small word, huge effect. What else can swallow stars,
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An islandman, a man of bleak
Northern spaces, the cold sea-spray
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In the Emperor's palace there are many rooms:
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A muse I need, to pen a word or two; a moonlight ode, a tribute to your charm.
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Each night I search inside my dreams for you, and wander mental corridors in vain;
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Sometimes I think there is a plan ordained by God for mouse and man,
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There is sorrow and there are degrees
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A poem is
a new-born child,
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If you would dream of me tonight, you'd drown my heart in wild delight.
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summer morning rain washes the upturned faces
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The neighbourhood is burning,
but not with fire. No, it is
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My flimsy heart is buffeted by every wind that blows;
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Your Ophelia, my dear Millais,
will forever be the iconic image
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