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  • Rookie - 477 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/31/2014 5:49:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    . . . Your Party

    yes... (please observe!) ...
    i wish i could attend...
    alas! (a) strenuous distance
    forestalls, a disabling factor
    for a... disabled shoe?
    i wear boots! But contingent on
    where worn...

    i, execrated traveler, an
    impeded chattel...
    so subject... so imposed
    of they so imperious...
    they so masked in their
    invisible, non approachable
    lair... they, those stealthy,
    deceitful, but guileless...

    gods
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    Al&i

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    • Rookie - 477 Points The Pundit (12/31/2014 8:10:00 PM) Post reply

      On your page it's 'The Party', and here it's 'Your Party'. Interesting difference in title names. 'Your' implies a poem or letter to a certain person, while 'The Party' might be directed towards ANY r ... more

  • Veteran Poet - 1,095 Points Xelam Kan (12/31/2014 12:11:00 PM) Post reply

    Ah what a cold misty NEW year night....0C almost
    wish u all PHers.
    john

  • Gold Star - 5,626 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (12/31/2014 8:41:00 AM) Post reply

    Have a safe and HAPPY NEW YEAR! ! ! !

  • Rookie - 124 Points James Timothy Jarrett (12/30/2014 3:34:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Leaving her

    I can’t bear the thought of leaving her
    My heart that races when I see her
    Stopped and still inside my chest
    My life’s blood
    That I would so gladly bleed for her
    Dead within my veins
    Casting off that cold corpse like a blanket
    And flying into the darkness
    Leaving her so alone
    A broken widow in this world
    Her soul mate flown
    Gone away without her
    I can’t bear the thought of leaving her
    Just going away
    Leaving her nothing
    But my cold flesh to cry on

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    • Rookie - 124 Points The Pundit (12/30/2014 10:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      I like a lot of what I see here, but you have to get rid of the platitudes. 'bear the thought', 'heart racing', 'my cold flesh', etc. These are overused and should be avoided. 'Casting off....like ... more

  • Rookie - 477 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/30/2014 9:23:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

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    SLEEP? What an extraordinary benefit ...
    and curiously diverse. In some, a very droll
    expression. I had 8 hours of sleep last
    in, uh, i think ...1987? When i had
    my last ... euphonic ... phone call.
    It's a similar fate with my FB wall.

    Why?

    i'd explain on THE ... but you'd titter
    and at a very (very) ... DROLL ...

    design ....


    ^..^

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    • Rookie - 477 Points Frank Ovid (12/31/2014 12:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Who but DG8 could present such an interesting (albeit brief) discourse on the mysteries of sleep?Nobody! Love this character Dog!

  • Rookie - 116 Points Musafir .. (12/27/2014 7:44:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Unconditional love.....in two lines?

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (12/26/2014 11:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    She Drips...as reply

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    • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (12/26/2014 11:46:00 PM) Post reply

      She Drips The woman with the purple hat, green dress, and black boots sits down on a park bench. Sometimes her thoughts leak out; a twist will spill, or even a fancy may seep through, ... more

  • Veteran Poet - 1,095 Points Xelam Kan (12/26/2014 12:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    where is Mr Carter?
    Mike! any idea?

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    • Veteran Poet - 1,095 Points Mike Acker (12/26/2014 11:29:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I really don't know, GJ. If didn't think The Pundit is Scotty Dogg, I would say it might be Jefferson Carter.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points Mike Acker (12/25/2014 8:28:00 PM) Post reply

    Cold(revised)

    It is cold, everywhere;

    the kind of cold some look forward to;
    an occasion to don warm fashions,
    and fur-lined gloves, gits from
    holy-days. A cold which warrants
    chopped wood for fireplaces,
    and warm eggnog.

    This is the type of bitter chill many
    others will dread. It is a coldness which
    tempts them with eternal peace,
    only to freeze their souls. It ices
    their thoughts, which makes them seem
    not just poor and cold, but dumb, as well.
    Mike Acker

  • Bronze Star - 2,782 Points Points Of View (12/25/2014 8:16:00 PM) Post reply

    FELIZ AÑO NUEVO...HAPPY NEW YEAR...maligayang bagong taon sa lahat...

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