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Paw had two Hereford heifers that seemed joined at the shoulder,
standing beside one another even while they munched on hay. -
My mother was a poet-
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Oh fickle heart, quietly curled in slumber,
dont be sad, is it Spring for which you long? -
Within the darkened smoky room,
one lone candle dispelled the gloom. -
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I arose this morning, mindful to set back my clocks,
gazing out the window as I filled my coffee pot, -
Your castle erodes away, the moats have crumbled and gone,
dark knights that you crowned have fled, you find yourself alone. -
Canary yellow taxi-cabs, wait for their fares, idling along theater row,
in rustling taffeta and black tie tux with fine Cuban blends andby malmadre 23 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 8 11:40 PM -
With the backpack that brought her here,
saddled and strapped to her shoulders, -
Large-mouth bass shimmer in tainted streams,
stirring ripples through time back to forty-five, -
Her name was Julianne, she was not a very pretty girl;
a figure that wasn't grand, with manners like a squirrel.by malmadre 105 lines, 51 comments, on Sep 7 2:18 PM -
Tenderfoot, greenhorn, were labels that surely stung,
too often the subject of old cowboy’s campfire chat,by malmadre 41 lines, 19 comments, on Aug 9 11:18 AM -
If my thoughts had wings for this ode which I compose,
like that unseen wraith singing sweetly on this eve.by malmadre 29 lines, 11 comments, on Aug 7 12:19 AM -
On any given day,
as one day folds over another. -
Daybreak creeps over the lake as he launches his boat.
Gathering gear from the back of his old pickup truck, -
Withering beneath a relentless sun,
to exist, man learns to survive,by malmadre 38 lines, 12 comments, on Jul 17 6:56 AM -
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Why would have his woman run off? he numbly mused.
She left dishes in the sink, clothes hanging on the line. -
One of seven children, he had a gift, his mother knew.
Johnny picked up his guitar and cradled it in his arms, -
In mid July’s breezeless heat, a carnival came to town.
The excitement of the local folks drifted through the air. -
With epics of pain written on his face,
this man bleeds his life out in script.by malmadre 33 lines, 18 comments, on Jun 27 8:36 AM -
My fingerprints, eddies and whorls;
touch memories of faces, places. -
It seems that Grandpa Charlie had always been old,
I never saw any pictures of when he was young. -
Ye Olde Poetry Pawn Shoppe
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Some were reading letters, from lovers sailed afar,
gazing from their windows at strangers in the street.by malmadre 59 lines, 24 comments, on Jun 1 12:18 AM
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This stained glass heart with its leaden seams,
catches refracted light of a brighter day. -
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We contemplate the clutter at our base, from atop the column
where we stand, until our minds are crippled -
Searching dusty webs for a few inspiring words,
that escaped from this paper on which I just wrote. -
Every girl’s dream is a wedding of white,
surrounded by friends with love and esteem.
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