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Tag Archives: poems
Poetry Day: Serum
(This is about a character I dreamt up long ago. Haven’t figured out how to use him, but I have noticed other characters have been made with his blood powers since I first thought him up in 2000. At least, … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Seeking Balance
(A poem about balance. You know I had to have at least one somewhere.) Life is on a tightrope With predators below Shadowy beasts Leaping Baring poison fangs Before you even tilt I lack the tools To keep afloat … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Scholar Flies
(A fun creation that I have yet to put into a book.) They emerged Upon the start of all Born from the corpse Of a timeless void Murdered By the opening of history Called the Scholar Flies They form … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Rushing to the Reaper
(Sometimes it does feel like society is designed to have us continue moving at our top speed. We are guilted for relaxing unless we are of a certain age or tax bracket. We ignore that a lifetime of rushing ahead … Continue reading
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Tagged age, author, death, exhaustion, poems, poet, poetry, rushing ahead, society, time, writing
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Poetry Day: Return When You Have a Spine
(Think we all know this type of person. They’ve been around since the possibility of an anonymous criticism existed. Probably been around longer than the written word.) I get your message With no name attached Ripping me asunder As if … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Religion
(I’m totally sure the comments will be fine. Yup. Nothing controversial about this poem at all.) The evolution of faith Uniting people Bringing hope To the many fallen Inspiring the artists Since the dawn of time Built on tenants Of … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Raising a Glass
(Salute . . . I can’t figure out how to do the apostrophe over the ‘u’, so I hope people read the word correctly.) We raise a glass to all our friends Of the past and present To those … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Puddle Jumping
(When did jumping in puddle stop being fun? I used to love doing it even if my socks got wet. Then, I became an adult and accidentally stepping into a puddle can ruin my day until I get home. Is … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, fun, growing up, innocence, poems, poet, poetry, puddle jumping, puddles, splashing, wet socks
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Poetry Day: Psycho-Grannie
(Actually saw this event play out in Florida.) She has lived her life Wish you could say the same She stares upon the road With half a working eye Moving from lane to lane Without a pattern to be found … Continue reading
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Tagged author, automobiles, bad driving, bad eyesight, cars, driving, poems, poet, poetry, writing
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Poetry Day: Prophet of the Rainbow Unicorns
(A fun poem involving unicorns?) He stands upon his wooden crate An island within a human sea A scrawny form in mottled hair Wearing rags of every color Only few give him a sideways glance As they trudge along … Continue reading