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Three Monkeys' Offering
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Three Monkeys' Offering |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana 
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hands over ears a swirl of silken lace white cliffs rock at midnight gleaming flailing hair dispelling truth silently awash in salty brine hands over eyes the warring nations scarred for glory hunger for her forceful kiss drunk in her unseen beauty ravaged by her promised peace hands over mouth cries of infant celestial bodies quiet now in sleep will see mighty pulsars frantic winking a cataclysmic climax sets them free hands of us all She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
How Apocalyptic! Fine & Clever writing Tickle. *Clapping* |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Liked the "hands of us all," as if that will ever happen. Still . . . Miracles do sometimes happen, I know that for a fact, 'cause it's a miracle I haven't bit the dust already! ~ My inner world is my paradise and I am its keeper ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil All well depicted in this poem... Well done Tick "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
TF, Very well done! I like your unique approach. ~L |
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