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She was carefree like a child, unfailingly charming, always hovering just beyond the line his courage could not cross. Often he seemed to be stooping under the weight of his riches and pedigree, he was young and handsome, and silent and solid. This one day she floats into the large foyer of his mansion, following her babbling brook of a laughter, and almost runs into him. Feigning hurt she

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Jackasses move the world in saddles rupturing skin oozing splendid red blood down thin steadfast legs (P.S. This is in response to promts at 3WW (Jackass, Rupture, Splendid) and also at Poets United - Verse First where the notion was The Red Wheelbarrow a beautiful poem by William Carlos Williams. Take a look. Keeping things simple is most complicated.       &

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We traverse through time And spaces. Smiles on faces Each with burdens assigned Deep dark dreams and grime Sad places. Say our graces So we go through the grind We traverse through time And spaces. smiles on faces Joy sometimes we find (This is posted for 3WW. Prompts Assign, Pretense, Traverse)

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If you were penitent, Long ago there was a time; If you were a sinner and If you committed a crime. If you were a believer And in God you did believe. To the Temple and the Priest A tribute you would leave. That would absolve you Of the sins of the past. And if you paid more Of the sins since the last. Dark were those days. But times change, you see. You've right to your want And to be and

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Periscope of hindsight Squint back through. Squirm, sulk all you may Stop to argue. Millstone around the neck Was your pick. Swim, suspend or sink You, your wounds, lick. (Another post for 3WW. The prompts are Argue, Lick, Squint.)

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Little bird fluttered outside the window while I sat in my rickety recliner watching the clouds gather. Suddenly the bird crashed into the pane and thumped on to the sill. I stretched and picked it up carefully. Bird blinked at me. My heart swelled and I hugged it tight. It suffocated. It’s stupid bird’s mistake. (This story is written for 3WW. First time 55 words. I guess I do 100 words

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Jimmy heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the stairs that led to the grounds. He lit a cigarette and took a deep lazy drag. It felt good. Peace comes at last, he thought, gazing at the horizon. Next rain will wash away the blood stains from the walls. No, there wasn't a question about it. They had to die. He knew that for sure. There will be no suffering for anyone anymore at last. Hard

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This 100 word post is written for Life's been drab since the hurricane, when I woke up staring at the churning gray sky. The crashing sound of Billy Bull hit by the roof had awakened me. I remember running out without having to open the door and be surprised by seeing what I saw for I saw nothing. Farm ruined, animals gone, even Kitty. Later I found her rotting corpse a mile North. Grandpa’s

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Wood that could burn in kitchens Is piled in neat layered stacks. You get to sleep on it and calm You look but for the life that lacks. One who loved you lights the pyre, Pour in the oil and the fires swell. Haters wish some of your body remain; Who owed in life makes you burn well.

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No thread is ever lost, just travels in the universe What goes around comes around, that is the curse What goes should go, for nothing really we can keep But for the memories, that scare or sing while we sleep

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Angel, yes you are my angel And I am a deep dark well Of love for you, you only Don't ever leave me lonely Long after your shadow leaves I lie with my gusty heaves Your presence hovers over me Closed eyes; it's only you I see Do what one may; time will fly Truth will prevail over a lie Rivers will flow to the sea In my heart you will always be P.S. Found this lying in an old stack of junk.

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People come and people go. Nothing much you can do. Except let go of the gone New ones look forward to. May be sick of being alone But you are never lonely. The world may go to another world Remember, you're with you only Adjusting to life as it comes Is a good thing, not only one. Be oblivious to life and change There, dear lies the real fun. ps: I wrote this as a comment on one of the

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Melt in my arms, live in my eyes.There forever, you, my love, stayShower you with love for a glance,Thus will be spent my everyday. Thus he signed all his letters.Once or more everyday he wrote.Could assure himself, he wished,He poured out everything he’s got. So has he lived since that evening.Its been months since it all began.Pearls were dropping from her hair. Raven tresses, in sombre

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ORIGINAL - What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to

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Welled up with choked emotions Holding tight grief of letting go Find an ear to pour it in Look around there's an ear so No balm better than a smiling face No balm better than a perky tone No balm better than a hand in hand No pain worse than suffering alone Letting go can be cleansing If you see the convoluted fun Just don't fill the void in a hurry Bad filler is worse than none Life is

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See that wave runningRunning to the shoreCrash into its embraceLike there's nothing more See that shore waitingDry, waiting to be quenchedSoak the mighty wave in itLet go through fists clenched Together now and partOn and on, it goes onSo do arms on the clockYou and I just live on 

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