plucking pulling picking
and then
from the dark wavering corner
like a blue clover
or four leaf moon
a miracle
filling up my fingers
laking through my eyes
enlightening my tongue
naturally
plucking pulling picking
and then
from the dark wavering corner
like a blue clover
or four leaf moon
a miracle
filling up my fingers
laking through my eyes
enlightening my tongue
naturally
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Just love how family was included in this one…as always a delight!
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🙂 xxx
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I really like “laking”–you’ve invented a new verb!
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ha i do that sometimes
i am a verb inventor. that should go on my CV!
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I was taken aback with the art. It is very vibrant and beautiful!
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thank you so much I really appreciate it xx
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Welcome ❤
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