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- Storytime #17 at allpoetry
Happy Halloween, 743 Westbury. - Where Roads Divide at allpoetry
But where am I on this free ride? - Akito's Poetry #47 at allpoetry
Copping out of momentum.
Ducking out of the human race. - Akito's Poetry #46 at allpoetry
And I am not anything you assumed I would be. - Akito's Poetry #45 at allpoetry
Reaching for the sun
in the last drop of daylight. - Akito's Storytime #16 at allpoetry
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(^_^) Bunny lives! - ConglomoCorp Technologies Applicant Form #389-A at allpoetry
I really need this job. - A Song for the Dead at allpoetry
But don’t you wonder where the roses bloom? - Haiku at allpoetry
This is my entry... In jeff swan's haiku contest...
I bet it won't win. - Society at allpoetry
Majority rules. - Akito's Poetry #43 at allpoetry
In the afterglow of disaster. / Benny flips the coin / on a one way street. / Tails for the measure, / heads for defeat. / Bluebells by the roadside / beneath a cherry tinged sky, / rolling the bones, / dancin - Thoughtless Akito #3 at allpoetry
Fairy tale kite strings wrapped around dolly’s hand as she / goes down / on the mayor again. He bought me a new heart, he did. And we named her William. / I ate her on the shores of his air castles. / - Akito's Poetry #42 at allpoetry
Four o’clock tolls on a Friday afternoon, / the death knell of the working week. / Time to get in the car and kick off her heels, / to the insteps relief, / even though, yeah, rush hour’s a killer. / “And don’t - Akito's Poetry #42 at allpoetry
I just wanted to be part of your everyday. / Left my shoelaces untied. / The sun rises at my back, / running down the street. / And the morning sings, “Glory glory!” / Hallelujah to one and all. / Dad - #40 at allpoetry
And it’s timely chimes sounded, / bouncing it's hollow bellows down / the grey hall. Down the cavernous / corridor, / down the portrait lined walls. / Every tick is it’s taunt. / Every tock is it’s tease. - #40 at allpoetry
'Obey thy mother and father', / so boldly the good book says. / For good little girls stay silent / and earn their daily bread. / / And Cate mewls in the closet, / wiping her eyes with t - My World at allpoetry
'.' - #39 at allpoetry
Cloverdale. - Akito's Poetry #38 at allpoetry
Hollow dismal avenues creeping up so peacefully.
