poetry
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When I was a kid, my brother Jack spent countless hours winding me up with ghost stories. He took a perverse delight in terrifying me. We had no hydro or TV and the nearest neighbor was miles away. I guess I was his entertainment. He had a knack for turning the most mundane thing into…
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Reading some Poe earlier lent tonights verse a more macabre air. Infidelity, vengeance and remorse…. Enjoy! Ghost of a Romance You come to me, you cling to me, You beg what I can’t give. You shade, you fade, oh spectre rude, I can’t help you to live. You shriek, beseech, and weep at me, You…
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My Dad and I didn’t always see eye to eye. But despite that, we never gave up on each other. Keeping those lines of communication open gave us the chance to grow and change and grow together. This poem is for my Father, Thank You So Father’s Day Rolls ’round again, I want to thank…
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For those who thought I might be done with poetry…. that will probably never be the case. Tonights verse is courtesy of the wilderness is my backyard. It got to the point my dog didn’t have room to go out to go pee. So Lynn and I got busy and reclaimed part of it for…
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As I said in yesterdays post, my daughter just finished college. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say until I started writing. Your Proud Dad Three years of projects, papers, tests , Exam time twice a year. All culminate in this one night, When loved ones come to cheer. You’ve worked so hard and…
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Sooo…. yesterday my daughter graduated from college (yes I am incredibly PROUD). The ceremony was in the evening, then we went for supper. Long story short, by the time I got home I was just too tired to write anything. But today I’m back on track. It rained the other day and everyone who came…
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The following poem is for entertainment only and does not reflect my personal views on wiccans, pagans etc. Beware Her Wrath With pointy hat and pointy nose, A pointy chin as well, In league with forces of the dark, To make of earth a hell. A cauldron bubbles on a hearth, Don’t dare to peek…
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So, apparently I found a topic for another poem in here somewhere. I’m not sure where it came from. The creative cupboard is getting pretty bare. I’m not prepared to advertise another full month of poems. I’m not sure I could do another 29. What I will commit to is publishing something creative every day…
Brain Bits To Go 