Tag: Rhyme
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Vesuvius
I am the skin that’s stretched unsightly the bond that binds too tightly I am the back that breaks under the straw believing I can carry more I am the wire that sings with tension full of false pretensions I am human I am flawed Why do I expect I should be more? © ceenoa
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How Do You …?
How do you write a poem? they ask, to answer that question is no easy task, it starts with a word, and idea or a phrase, nagging for hours, or sometimes whole days. The words swirl in the blender that I call my brain, and I scoop out the best, pour the gunk down the…
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The Safe Side of Horrible
The Safe Side of Horrible Oh, how I long to be nasty, cruel, spiteful and just plain old mean, to say all the words that are bubbling down in the murk of my spleen. But, no, I need to play nice, ’cause I live in fear of the trolls I’ve heard they are awfully painful…
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Season of the Rhyme
gurglingburblingsmiling little face innocenthappinessoblivious to fate lovingsorrowseasons of the rhyme ageingragingbegrudging passing time yearningreturningto an earlier youth facingacceptinglife’s eternal truth growingdecayingearth’s recycling plan rising fallingthe history of man © ceenoa
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Follow the Food
Although I try my best, to conscientiously watch what I eat it’s very hard to follow, once you chew and swallow! © C Woolley 11/3/2014
