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Fight Club For Poets
Like A Fight Cluber Swallowing His Mouth Guard; Poets Often Feint. I am a man of many interests, I guess, and poetry has always been one; although I’ve never been known to take quill to claw. [I...
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Poem Club: On Retirement
Desire for Retirement by Roy Mash Sometimes I envy my bed, how it gets to bask all day with the dog, the pair of them loafing on the quiet raft of the afternoon, lulled in the lapping of the clock,...
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A Thank You Note
A Thank-You Note BY MICHAEL RYANFor John Skoyles My daughter made drawings with the pens you sent, line drawings that suggest the things they represent, different from any drawings she — at ten — had...
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The Boston Marathon In Poetry
http://www.threepennyreview.com/samples/cohenandrea_f13.html Difficult to copy. Worth the read. Related articles Boston Marathon to increase field for ’14 race (boston.com) Boston Marathon: Running...
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Complaint
Had I known my love of poetry would get me so many chick readers, I would have started this blog years ago. Now I’m 70, married forever, can’t get it up all the time, and living in a wheelchair! A...
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Why?
Because it captures unknowable Truths the rational mind looses in the subterranean pathways of Mind. No; I don’t know if THIS is poetry!! I don’t know what poetry IS. Yes I know. Its only a...
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Norman Is In Ireland (apologies to R.J.Squirrel)
Falling. Bottomless. Tumbling. Bloodless, painful joints; Grasping nothing. Writing to know You. I is nothing with out U. Writing this, like this, formless, meaningless…. I; nothing Meaning? No...
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Sometimes Stops Being
—– —– —– sometimes taxi dog’s blue. sometimes stops being. bees someone “else”. lost somelongtime now. fragmented, loozing hiz gripz. Becoming… … …? hard to describe. looked for...
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Cave Inside
—– —– —– My cave has no mouth to scream with My cave has no eyes to see There no one inside to be with And there’s no place I’d rather be —– —– —– Related articles The Cave at the...
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At The Moment
At the moment of your birth all options may open for you. Or they may not. Profound experiences may befall you, or they may not. Difficult choices may be placed before you or they may not. Lessons may...
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