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Cobwebs stream across my inkwell of words.
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Cupid, you and the third party.
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Life, as I gaze from my window, is once again
tapping, tapping.
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Dear Child of The Universe
The paper you write upon is of a delicate white linen-
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Candles In The Snow / The highway was slippery and wet on that wintry night. / Wipers slapping, covered with ice and snow. / The big ole se
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Knocking At The Door / (I was sitting waiting on hold on the phone when this came to mind). / Death is lingering outside my door / Waiting for me to let him in. / I whisper, shaking behind the barri
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The day The bell did toll thirty-three times.
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Cupid Flies Again Look out!
by BonBon
25 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 20 5:56 PM 2007. In Humor
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This Night
A shadow drifts
by BonBon
30 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 31 4:38 AM 2006. In Other
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To readers. If you do not care for writings of length. Do not read. Words that have to be expressed.
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Eternal Peace
June 1989 to October 15,2006
by BonBon
21 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 15 7:13 PM 2006. In Sad
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A brightly colored butterfly sits upon an old man’s lapel.
by BonBon
26 lines, 9 comments,
on Sep 30 10:22 AM 2006. In Love
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The glittering teardrops sparkling like crystal diamonds
on her delicate velvet petals.
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the electricity goes out,
no heat, no food, so we freeze our buns off.
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We have no victors.
Only tears.
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Go Away
It was a cold winter that year
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Words Ignored
So many times as a child words went unheeded.
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I’m going out of this ole world
the same way I came in.
by BonBon
27 lines, 12 comments,
on Aug 23 3:17 PM 2006. In Humor
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Then another day does come and she is filled with
blessed relief-
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They are a painter of words.
They are one person’s hands.
by BonBon
33 lines, 7 comments,
on Aug 10 10:04 AM 2006. In Love
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The Yankee and the Yanker beware:
by BonBon
8 lines, 14 comments,
on Aug 9 8:31 AM 2006. In Humor
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Their hearts’ frozen, as if entombed, in a cavern of archaic memories.
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As the Monster looks at the tiny Hero...he wonder's if he could ever be trusted.He looks and looks at the Hero and decides to lock him in a cage of gold. A warm
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The Professor, looks at the cheese turns with
a smile and says to Gullible, “You grab the cheese.”
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The paper you write upon is of a delicate white linen-
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Do you reach out and embrace the vast knowledge
being passed among the varying generations?
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Carrying the burden of unhappiness
like an iron shackle that drags them into the mire of painful despair
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Let the wind caress your tender wings-
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Now that I am in the season of winter and my dreams begin to fade.
by BonBon
29 lines, 14 comments,
on Apr 30 2:33 PM 2006. In Other
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That tight little skirt you cannot wear
by BonBon
15 lines, 6 comments,
on Mar 17 5:36 PM 2006. In Humor
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Hope this helps in your perplexed state of mind and tells you whom we ladies do dress
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Drifting on dampened mists, curling around broken hearts
by BonBon
72 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 11 8:45 AM 2005. In Sad
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Mr. Music Man-
Tell me your story, sing me your song.
by BonBon
40 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 30 5:16 PM 2005. In Other
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Flashing a toothless smile and exhaling his drop dead
breath
by BonBon
41 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 17 7:10 AM 2005. In Humor
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When the clock of time has spread her wings
and
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