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    My kitteh told me she wants to become a poet...?

    I think she is well on her way... give her a nice pair of spectacles and a plaid housecoat.. and voila!
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    Poem... kind of corny, reworked, reposted, Is this any better?

    Today was talking to myself; again Conversation open ended Never expecting a reply , then or to have my words ...unintended Suspended in the atmosphere They gamboled freely; wandered loose A field of corn surrendered ears Silk tassels; filaments profuse alas; I started answering back An...
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    is this dark, sad or just whining? c/c?

    ah.. is somebody under the weather? this is not like the Giggles I know.. hmmm
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    Trips, or Falls or leaves on the ground, a poem to criticise or tug apart?

    My driveway crunching neath my feet laid out with leaves from pecan tree I Sweep them up, must I repeat yet they still fall, continually Air is cloistered sticking to my skin a spider web has caught me now my inhibitions growing thin the wail that emanates a howl... Because I feel again that...
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    Please write a poem about a fat man sitting on a weak plastic chair while fishing

    While sitting there upon his chair the fat man drifted..as his lure.. caught upon a rock beneath the surface dangling there a snort erupted from his face he jumped a bit and crash the chair collapsed beneath his @ss a leg wedged in his cheeks, displaced as in a pile he contemplates he yells...
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    Please write a poem about a fat man sitting on a weak plastic chair while fishing

    While sitting there upon his chair the fat man drifted..as his lure.. caught upon a rock beneath the surface dangling there a snort erupted from his face he jumped a bit and crash the chair collapsed beneath his @ss a leg wedged in his cheeks, displaced as in a pile he contemplates he yells...
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    challenge poem. Poetry section Y/A Please?

    I m too tired tonight.. tomorrow I will come back and read this again.
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    Saucy Jean. A vinegary poem maybe. Would ya c/c?

    ... mmm he stinks... I can smell him right through the screen, here ....might be why I like the great outdoors better than the four walls of a church.. eh?
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    Train - poem. Want to read? crit-com if ya will...?

    Do you remember too.. running to the tracks tiny legs flying... the cars flying by.. counting their numbers waiting for that little red caboose did you ever think? they would discard cut it loose? The end of the line the caboose was cut a door in history .. closed, tightly shut
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    New challenge! For Ma! and all! Poetry section YA!?

    Sand on Silk The sun is laying to rest the day... loitering on the edge watching the waves in my silken dress I look out on the distance as the wind swirls the silk of my gown I sink to the ground...sit down in the sand... as I run it lightly through my hand... the spray of the ocean...
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    What separates you from other poets?

    Me.. that is all me.. I separate myself .. rise above fall below.. swim around and within.. I am silent in the din.. Who I am is me.. not you.. what I say what you do.. now I am through.. how bout you?
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