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    Fill in the blanks here, if you would oblige my whimsy?

    Cast about the _______ and ____________, Bundled up__________ tie knots then _______ _______sweeping trails through____________ Hours of quiet__________ for every________ Left alone in a _________ of ______________ With no____________and only one_________ ___________ of ______ melancholy long...
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    Fill in the blanks here, if you would oblige my whimsy?

    Cast about the _______ and ____________, Bundled up__________ tie knots then _______ _______sweeping trails through____________ Hours of quiet__________ for every________ Left alone in a _________ of ______________ With no____________and only one_________ ___________ of ______ melancholy long...
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    Fill in the blanks here, if you would oblige my whimsy?

    Cast about the _______ and ____________, Bundled up__________ tie knots then _______ _______sweeping trails through____________ Hours of quiet__________ for every________ Left alone in a _________ of ______________ With no____________and only one_________ ___________ of ______ melancholy long...
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    'Peculiar' is the title, will you c/c this poem?

    First she'll catch yer eyes, then she'll win yer hearts. She'll have you sayin' YOWEE like you're from Southern parts. She'll tell you simple stories about frogs and skunks. When she goes to the zoo, all the elephants raise trunks to salute this child of nature, playful yet mature. When your...
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    If you could trade places with any of the poets in this section for a day, who...

    ...would it be? BQ: Why? And do you think you could convince people you were them? BBQ: Will you write a few lines or a stanza in their style to prove you could?
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    Will you tell me if I need to fix this more or should I file it as finished?

    Peridots shimmer in Jezebel's eyes, Making little rainbows dance around her as she cries. Emerald leaves harbinger another long summer, throw a cloak of shadow on the doorway she stands under. Once upon a time she wielded beauty like a sword. The hearts of men were harps; she strummed along...
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    My answer to a Mtheory poem that I missed. Will you see? or just c/c?

    http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylc=X3oDMTB1a2x0anY5BF9TAzIxMTU1MDA0NDMEc2VjA3BlZXBfZQRzbGsDcQ--?qid=20110224171432AAzRQPe I knew the lycan in him, though hidden well, could feel it in the morning air, and so I let him in my door and gave him well-water, sweet and pure. He slept for a...
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    My poem is titled from a phrase in a half-remembered childhood story. Will you C/C?

    'Green Glass Beads" (I gave them to the moon) I gave my oath 'neath a full moon in the forests of my dreams. The morning dawned, a clouded gloom settled over dewdrops, strewn like glass beads from broken strings. I embarked on a quest alone through forests, plains, rocky hills. From the...
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    This is a poem I worked pretty intently on editing, I would really

    appreciate any help if I missed anything? THE MIRICLE A fine mist rolled across the ground And in the hollows lay down to sleep; Later, diamond dew drops were found, Jewels no crown nor ring could keep. The air was silent as a star The cerulean sky, a cradle cover; Clouds hung wispy, low and...
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    I wanted to let the newer poets know how I felt when I just found you all, will

    you allow me that? wish that I were as droll as Buk, To whom one takes no offense, No matter how sharp his wit is whet, It feels like benevolence. I hope my poems mature with the years As gracefully as those written by Ma; She gives us poems like butterscotch, As she firmly lays down the law...
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    A true story, do you believe I WALKED across Tucson from Marana?

    I was in a frantic state, trying to suppress rising angst and wounded pride; frustration, fear and helplessness cannot be denied. Distressed, I went for a walk to clear my head, at a fast pace, eyes cast down. I could barely see for the tears I'd shed I might have drowned in, left for dead I was...
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    Will you comment for the three writers of this poem writen 1 yr. ago?

    I DID NOT WRITE THIS. Buk, Nancy, and BG did. (c) 2010 If we were merely leaves upon the hill a resting place for life along the trail An echo from the trickling of the rill A wild daisy blooming in the dale. I am an echo from the the trickling of the rill I bounce across the airwaves...
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