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littered, my table
covered in scratches of poetry,
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He stood before the judge and did his time
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Pockets of twilight filling with the days sun;
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Left finger
where the ring use to be
by macandrew
11 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 1 12:34 PM
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Containing dreams of kitchens raped she fails, to tastes and smells robust:
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The great lion led the battle brave; it's roar to chill our rival's souls.
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Without paper, into the bark of a tree I carve
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Fractures, wind, direction, mosses confused.
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My beauty is not blinded by your lack of vision;
skip your family lesson on class division
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Pages of my life, dog-eared and tattered
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Gothic blacklettering tattoo
Machiavelli
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Fridge magnets bright, hiding ice beneath your frosted breath as you read aloud,
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Red and white
brushes poised to strike,
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Air, deep and motionless
beneath a sundog sky:
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I searched the forest
for the siren's
by macandrew
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 5 6:33 PM
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tenement, the air closed for summer,
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No way to know
That for a moment
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Surrounded by pens,
nubbled erasers,
by macandrew
12 lines, 1 comment,
on May 22 5:23 PM
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She sits sadly; her loom still,
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Lovers hid in the dead of night
while a cold hall entreats a maid.
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She walked away skin-tight white jeans
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A villanelle; he thought in shame,
as a haiku was more his speed.
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Highlights on every line, until none
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The quill's sensual touch
blinds the audience
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Leaves melting beneath a cold snow,
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An avoidance of gray,
the cat bravely greets
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Cold morning; floor to door,
by macandrew
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 28 11:57 AM
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With sleigh bells ringing and his cheeks bright red
Santa thought all were sound asleep in bed.
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It seems when I practice poetry in bed (writing in my head), I can only do it facing up.
by macandrew
32 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 20 2:21 PM 2008. In Muse
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the last
of the Autumn leaves
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the music ends and the words fade like a morning mist
by macandrew
33 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 22 5:41 PM 2008
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by macandrew
36 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 22 12:37 PM 2008. In Dark
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