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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The battlefield is shrouded in an eerie silence. The only sound other than the cries of the wife’s and children of those men killed in yesterday’s bloody massacre is the sound of the river next to the the crimson battle field. Death, a cloak, so heavy, of the memories of lost comrades and fri...
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    I found a perfect cord today. The perfect mixture of black and white keys. The air shattered and time caught its breath. Conducted by an angel. My fingers skittered along the keys again and again. The Perfect Chord. The Golden Chord. Mine at last. It held love and sadness, anger and fear. ...
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    I. In the vast forest, the only sound was a falling walnut. II. Taken from sky to earth, the walnut sits for many seasons. III. The mountain adventurer, knapsack leaning on his back, steps on a walnut. IV. If a walnut falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it r...
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    I forget sadness. Calm happiness rushes in. Every time I laugh....
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    Sadness drips like soggy mist. Like trumpets playing Taps. Rolling notes of night and goodbye. And rain blurs our world. Anger is like a flaring fire. Like splattered pomegranates on the tiles. Battering swords of desperation. And fire burns our world. Happiness cuddles a...
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    A sea of green. Round boats floating still. Bright white tendrils fan out like spokes. Spokes on the circular wheel in a mill. One leaf, the lowest is held down by dew. A sea of ships without a crew. Bees buzz merrily over the sea. Shaded by a tall majestic oak tree. The sun shines d...
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    “The Adventures of Tin Tin”- based on the famous comics by Georges Remi is a faithful animated adaptation that will leave fans hungry for more. The movie follows the adventure of the crime-fighting journalist Tin Tin (voice of Jimmy Bell) and his dog Snowy when they are thrust into the middle...
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    Ever since I was old enough to think consciously I have felt a tugging in my chest like a string as playful and free as the dolphins as deep and mournful as the call of the whales as defined and pointed as the fin of a shark as bouncing and powerful as the ocean waves as calm as a tidal ...
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    The school bus. Like a yellow hornet buzzing, as it approches. Elephant gray seats with love messages. Kurt loves Grace. Rob+Karen=4ever In that way the bus seat is a stage. A spotlight for longing, lovers. As the hornet welcomes another visitor the smells of various scents, perfume, deodor...
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    I walk the Lonely Places. The worlds of emptiness and shadows. Where no one ever travels. The place in between the center lines on the road. The abandoned attics filled with moldy mystery paperbacks. Graffiti covered alleyways littered with trash. An empty stadium, my shoes tapping on the conc...
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    Constantly staring. Face, cold-blooded, looks ahead. Motionless, always. Strings attached in back. Strikingly proportionate. The mask, hanging, still....
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    We hear the people saying as we walk the square. That they wish that time was a spool of thread. A spool that they would unwind and unwind till the present they fled. In the gallery they speak of art, of Picasso and Monet. That they see magic in the strokes of the brush on the paint. The only...
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    Frost drapes the dead grass. The Frail backbones of Birches The Skeletal Trees. Rising up over. The hill… like haunting monsters. Being forced to bend. By heavy winter. The Sky, gray like the ugly. Duckling, waddles, Cold....

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