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National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!
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Deb - Stupidity - what to say... got to be all about fear of the unknown... knowing is the game changer.
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Day 17
I wanted my Daddy
to tell me
everything was alright
Rather than telling me
how to do
everything right
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Ah -- the distinction.
The distinction I most strongly recall learning from my father was the difference between pile and stack.
The distinction I most strongly recall learning from my father was the difference between pile and stack.
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4/17 poem
by George
End Game
Remember,
once you were good
for nothing—
now every day seems
to be all of them.
Remember,
once you were good
for nothing—
now every day seems
to be all of them.
by George
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#17
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Tracy Mitchell wrote: ↑Wed Apr 17, 2019 7:22 amAh -- the distinction.
The distinction I most strongly recall learning from my father was the difference between pile and stack.
Ha - good one !!!
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Well said, well paged... it's all about the lipstickTracy Mitchell wrote: ↑Wed Apr 17, 2019 7:26 am#17
How Sarah Palin Ruined the Wink
She straddled a balloon perched on an anvil
or a flying goose– tracking from the sky,
the edges of everything ran down the page.
Her skirt was red, her lips were warm:
your kisses are wasted on me, she said–
the edges of everything ran down the page.
Far from apples, or planets or nodding heads,
a duck falls, a dog runs, a small general
in a red helmet watches from a distance: snow
or sleet dissolves whatever lucidity
there might have been – life used to make sense.
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Aj
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