Argentine Tango

Rookie - 120 Points (11-05-1990 / USA)

Argentine Tango Poems

1. Night's Ink 12/3/2012
2. Tale Of Maiden Fair 12/19/2012
3. Life's Irony 12/24/2012
4. What's Left Behind 3/15/2013
5. Steadfast 10/2/2013
6. A Tag Signed, 'Vivaldi' 2/7/2014
7. The Zephyr's Army 7/14/2014
8. Soft Is The Laughter 8/26/2014
9. Dear Renée 11/18/2014
10. Fingerprints 7/26/2014
11. A False Sense Of Security 2/9/2014
12. A Mourning Interrupted 1/6/2013
13. The Lighthouse 7/20/2013
14. Counting Petals 3/30/2013
15. The Regretable Pattern 12/5/2012
16. The Dance Thief 11/9/2012
17. Night In A Foxhole 10/23/2012
18. Pushing Red Daisies 10/19/2012
19. Poisonous Words, Sinking Ship 10/27/2012
20. The Tourists 7/20/2013
21. Vagabond Soul 4/12/2014
22. Timely Dissonance 6/24/2014
23. Ashes 9/25/2014
24. Blackberry Summer 11/6/2014
25. Only One Way 1/15/2014
26. In A Reader's Defense 3/14/2014
27. Phantom 5/23/2013
28. Raised From The Scroll 10/29/2012
29. Beloved Haunting Memory 10/31/2012
30. Wonder Why 11/13/2012
31. You Are The Last Snowfall 11/18/2012
32. Tether 10/19/2012
33. Empty Presence 10/19/2012
34. The Patient Gardener 4/30/2014
35. Enlighten 10/19/2012
36. Fifth Avenue At Twilight 10/23/2012
37. Hope For The Lost Soul 11/5/2012
38. I Confess 11/13/2013
39. Moon-Kissed Daisies 10/21/2012
40. Dance Of The Pines 12/17/2012
Best Poem of Argentine Tango

A Heart So Hollow

Oh how graced I must be to walk the hallowed halls
of that thing you call a heart.
A cold draft follows me out, for even the air is stale
and needs an escape.
Who knew one could contain so deep a chasm in one's chest.
A canyon for the viewing of passerby.
So hollow, the rhythmic beating resounds in ears miles away.
A drum of warning, come no closer,
for you might fall in. In fact, you may never hit bottom.
A free fall that comes with a price.

How proud you must be, for you are certainly one of a kind.

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Dear Stillness,

Still, are you here?
Still, it is I.
Still, you have found me.
Shrouded with the weight of your presence,
Shifting through what scars memory has captured,
Shredding through ties that have kept me intact.
Shrapnel splits veins, leaving venom to spread.
Still, you are no comfort,
Still, you hover like a thick mist,

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