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- The Benevolent Dictator at allpoetry
I cannot boast
it is simply.not.my.style. - well honesty is the best policy at allpoetry
i can try it all again
i can play all those old songs - It's Just That The Time Was Wrong at allpoetry
so i meet this person
i ain't gonna say what it was - by the clear light of the moon at allpoetry
i saw your smile my then unborn child
you danced between us in joy - christ its been my whole li at allpoetry
christ its been my whole life
but there was that time i couldn't - Shall Death Set Us Free? at allpoetry
For guilt
as yet unacknowledged - Wuthering Heights Moment at allpoetry
i ran across the meadow
often looked behind - Ophelia at allpoetry
did the cut flowers stab you with their stalks
as they floated in your hair? - If So, Then at allpoetry
my pen would dip into tears
and onto clouds my head would sink. - to be female is to be outlaw at allpoetry
"... for it is a well known fact that there is no beast more abominable than an accomplished young woman..." virginia woolf
- what i have seen at allpoetry
i see the world today reflected
in the eyes of youth - Gardens at allpoetry
Gardens are like a signature scrawled across grounds
of those who plunge their hands in loam and sigh, - The Skin of Beat at allpoetry
They can spin in their nebulae of screaming and funk- freedoms
Friable fuckable figures of poetic fecundity and fortune - Wreath Of Roses with peahen at allpoetry
A morning artist is approached by lady,
lady with plucked rose - Lovesong 4 You at allpoetry
I go to the cafe
where i will find you - Quark at allpoetry
Here is where the eye sees
but does not survey - Blind Proserpine's Kiss at allpoetry
Fallen arrows
from the quiver and bow - prodigal flame at allpoetry
you changed,
it had been long - Putrescent Poem. at allpoetry
In a dying eye a crescent slowly grows
‘til lifeless sockets spill - Druids at allpoetry
Grimly: schooled against fear
- compliment to fuzzy jazz at allpoetry
impossible to condone
is my hearts silence - Bloodmilk at allpoetry
tiny child
helpless in fogged senses - prodigal flame at allpoetry
you changed,
it had been long - unrequited at allpoetry
THE BIG BAD WORLD…
- Summer Pastime at allpoetry
laying with head in laying with feet in - Ripe at allpoetry
i must be absorbant today i am soaking up my company - the secret knowledge of stars at allpoetry
;] - Desert Dust at allpoetry
Trade winds bore that especial scent of news-from-afar and - Enigma at allpoetry
;] - windowsill realization at allpoetry
;] - .....my favourite memory is how you smelt at allpoetry
.....my favourite memory is how you smelt; because it was how the land smelt, - The Mirror's Deception at allpoetry
:] - A Suggestion at allpoetry
. - Eros Empath at allpoetry
To be the judge of what love is this youth was chosen, - P[rose]aic at allpoetry
An artist in the morn finds a lady who asks to be painted with a plucked rose. She stands there, staring back, with a peahen on her arm, but by the evening she is a lady in a garden of roses looking out to a moonlit sea, red
