My beauty is eyes that require thick spectacles
My beauty is full cheeks like a gibbous moon
My beauty is the B that never made it to A
My beauty is a name on the list of those
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I miss the sinuous curves
of our words-
the way our blue ink
pitter-pattered
...
silenced
nice is not necessarily a good thing
it is an insult
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I say 'yes'
because it feels smooth on my tongue
when I utter it
I like the way its vowel sound
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I commend you
for writing poetry
for writing good poetry
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Look between stacked stones
Inside the holes of tree shadows
The stones may become a stairway
The holes openings
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Remove the grin on your face,
you creature of the night!
Your smile is ghastly,
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Give Heart
Is it a crime, to lack the ability to rhyme?
Should we shun, those whose words fail to stun?
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Orange is the color
of rust on bars
and metal bed frames
in prison cells
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