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There she was! I'd seen her And with me very eyes A tiny winged fairy creature And I caught her by surprise I grabbed her with me hand And she tried to struggle free But not would I let her go Til her secrets were told ta me Will I gain me fortune? Or will I die too soon? Tell me what's ta...

Giggles and Jellz Edit: So Buk, why don't you offer a challenge to the couple in the BA just to see what they give us?

Unforgotten Signs Perhaps was fate; perhaps was not The day that I met Harry In button-brown eyes I saw his fear Shell-shocked he was and wary Ah, another one, of course, he was I'd seen that look before My generation torn and hurt By that stupid, endless war Perhaps was fate, perhaps was not...

Wow! Glad to meet ya. Liked this a lot, Girlie, and it said a lot. You have a talent. Keep writing, ya hear & I'll start looking for ya. STAR so this'll get noticed. K?

Gonna try an experiment, if ya don't mind indulgin this fake Irish lass; gonna carry on with the last write and see what happens. The Barn When Michael J. McAllister Bought the McGinnis farm It wasn't the land he wanted But the labyrinth of his barn Covered with a milk-white paint It...

...or at least, Frank's. Yeah, it's time to take care of Frank. But first I'll have a talk with his mother; whole neighborhood is tiring of her barking and chasing the mailman.

...or at least, Frank's. Yeah, it's time to take care of Frank. But first I'll have a talk with his mother; whole neighborhood is tiring of her barking and chasing the mailman.

just in the Poetry Section since that's kinda how we learn from others? Petition maybe? Ideas? I'm way off track, and the chances of that happening are more rare than hen's teeth? You've hit on another aspect, Jen; honest critiques and encouraging words help us all. Thx for your answer! Dondi -...

I didn't misspell that. Just wondering if anyone had an attic they wouldn't mind me occupying? And do ya ever feel that way yerself? Sounds invitin', darlin' Giggles; I'll bring the creamer! Dondi, milk, milk, lemonade, aw, I 'spect ya know that un too. Rascal. Sin, ya inspired the question & I...

just in the Poetry Section since that's kinda how we learn from others? Petition maybe? Ideas? I'm way off track, and the chances of that happening are more rare than hen's teeth? You've hit on another aspect, Jen; honest critiques and encouraging words help us all. Thx for your answer! Dondi -...

She's Dead, I Tell Ya! COP 1 - Chief, it's 3-3. We found her! Yep, deader 'n a doornail. No, still dressed, though her kilt's flipped up clean to her waist. Could'a been the wind or the killer; hard to say. Good thing she's wearing her granny panties - ha ha ha! The old hag! CHIEF - Tell Winston...

His Song A penny saved is a penny earned Play with fire and you'll be burned Can't count chickens while they're eggs Rich don't give when the poor man begs All my life I've learned these things Try not to listen when the devil sings But now I am but an empty man 'Cause I let go of the Bird in my...

i luv you, my friend and my brother. She's a keeper, a close-to-your-heart one. God bless...

Each one concentrated over the board The pieces were down to a few But Life and Death were warring And the battle was over you Would you wake in the morning light Or would ye die before the dawn But the battle raged as the players played And was true only one of them won And Life and Death...

If so, how do you count the diphthongs? Just cur i ous so not to spoi-ell a rhyme I wrote about black oi-ell. Fun ny answ ers are re qui erd Un less you're real ly, real ly ti erd

Every participant gets a thumbs up, post your poem later to collect the stars & all the opinions! Only one Big Rule: You have to choose one or more of the offered titles for your poem(s) & write it however you see it. The goal is to find the poem that's sleeping in your brain and wake it. Here...

Lovely. No meter problem I could perceive.

It was Halloween; back then, we dinna start till sunset and only sissies carried torches or went with their parents. I had me bar of soap; me friend had her bar too, and we were gonna soap a pal's window. When yer that age and up to mischief, these things happen. Both got clotheslined, lost our...

I think I'll call it ... To Stand in Shadows In the darkest of the shadows And with no false modesty Content to cast none of my own Nor dare to say it's poetry Still, I write. I am disinclined to move Toward the outer light But to hide in darkest shadows And just write what I may write Tis...

Its title: Little Changes Ain't it a shame that anyone died For a thing called 'freedom' When freedom was a lie? Old Abe wrote a paper That conscience made him sign, "All men are equal" But it was a great big lie. A hundred years later On a white man's bus A woman took a seat Reserved just...