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#POETRY Day 11 of 30
To the Self-Proclaimed Wine Steals Whore: You may make out with them in the parking lot, Share wine and tales in the same room as some of your former consorts, But unless they see you for the diamond you are Tell them to pay their own damned cork fee!
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#POETRY 9 and 10
Tuesday Morning BluesGoing for that big long driveMight be the wrong town…. Ants I guess you thought thatOccupying my kitchenWouldn’t make me mad…
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#POETRY Happy Easter
Easter Baskets. Candy-filled, hollow chocolate bunny, peeps, rabbit-poop jelly beans. Easter outfit. New shoes. Dress. Usually floral. Sometimes white. Church. Easter Hats. New outfits. Long sermons. Boredom. Maybe sun. Maybe rain. Easter Egg Hunt. Pretty hard boiled yuck. Plastic-filled goodness. Flowers. Japanese Cherry-Blossoms. Daffodils. Pansies. Easter-Lily. Dinner. Ham. Potatoes. Salad. Easter candy dessert. Memories. Childhood.…
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#POETRY 6 of 30
Obstacles In a strange mix of common numbers and fondness for all things verbose we intertwined. You started showing me the shards early on. A blanket of ocean sized love could not put out the fireworks that light up and burned the ground of a rational human being when the flint accidentally got ignited. These…
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POETRY 4&5/30
Emergency #1 They say don’t try thisat home but some can’t resistthe need for stitches! Emergency #2 Noodles falling downover clean floors please don’t feedant infestation.
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#POETRY 2/30 "Grace"
I looked up Wikipedia for the definition of grace. Looking up things in Wikipedia is usually a mistake. But I needed some reassurance so I went to the online dictionary And it came out a little something like this: Elegance or beauty of form, action, manner or motion; a pleasing or attractive quality, favor or…
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30 Ways to celebrate National Poetry Month
These are not my ideas you can find them here: http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/94 But I am participating.1 poem a day.Did it last year and had great fun.#poetryrocks
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The Dark at the Top of the Stairs
Oh, sounds so mysterious and threatening doesn’t it? But sadly it’s a tale of irresponsibility and harassment. And pure stupidity. It goes something like this. The Saturday before Thanksgiving, my husband and I were awakened by loud crashing noises upstairs. Like luggage being drug up the stairs. Having had weeks of construction going on upstairs…
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