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The Ritual of the Lost Lamb: Forbidden for a Reason

Posted on April 14, 2017 by Charles Yallowitz

 Written long ago To call one to your side No matter where they hide Whether friend or foe The ritual cannot be denied A search for energy Aura left behind to thrive Too strong to fade Making it the perfect … Continue reading →

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Editing a Legendary Boob

Posted on March 14, 2017 by Charles Yallowitz

Cracking my knuckles Before opening the next boob Time to edit Checking for flaws Elusive boob typos And foolish mistakes A push for the perfect boob That may never come Until I shed my pickiness A remnant That plagues every … Continue reading →

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A Time to Nap

Posted on March 10, 2017 by Charles Yallowitz

 Muscles ache And thoughts limp along The week has not been kind Brutal in its hours With deadlines at your heels A break comes within sight Glistening on the horizon Blocked by papers appointments And traffic forged from Hell Even … Continue reading →

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Fading Colors

Posted on February 2, 2017 by Charles Yallowitz

What was once vivid Has faded into the bleak Bright colors of youth Have lost their luster And continue draining As the days go by Is it the world around me Or my own eyes have glazed? Cataracts of pessimism … Continue reading →

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A Thankful Farewell to 2016: Let the Door Hit You . . . Twice

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

 Another year passes This one horrible To many Nothing gone right So much gone wrong Happy to put the months behind To nurture hope A new year Means fresh chances And adventures That may go in our favor Happy New … Continue reading →

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The Patient Scribbler

Posted on August 17, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

I sit and stare The page unmarred Pristine and white Waiting for my muse Pencil touches paper Gently gliding As an idea flows Only to be erased Minutes pass Though it may be hours Nothing seems to stick Except eraser … Continue reading →

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Quirks Are Life

Posted on July 29, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

Biting of the lip Flicking of a lighter Foot tapping and leg twitching Hot sauce on shredded wheat Let the quirks fly A character without a quirk Forged of cardboard A statue in the scene Lost among the humans With … Continue reading →

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The Knight of Draykcab (Sestina Style Poem)

Posted on July 15, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

Knuckles white as he grips his sword A layer of rust left by time The young knight takes a step Upon the warrior path Alone within the forest To stand against the shadows No protection from the shadows He depends … Continue reading →

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The Forgotten Fleeting Thoughts

Posted on July 13, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

 You appeared at night The final moments before sleep Too late to write you down Yet I am confident That you will see the sun Except that you are gone A sense of loss Tickling at my brain Phantoms of an … Continue reading →

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Purveyor of Escapism

Posted on July 11, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

A salesman of dreams That can be shared By infinite minds As long as they wish to open A merchant of illusion Stirring emotions With carefully crafted words That leap upon the page A peddler of tales From worlds beyond … Continue reading →

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