Open Poetry #34 |
Splintered |
WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Remember the time when I splintered my rhyme sliced it all neat just for you. Carefully choosing after endless perusing of alphabet soup the poop, I spit out in a poem. I'm no longer the poetic gnome. What pours from me now the why, the how though raw, elongated sure, pontificated it's mine... and it always will be. WhiteRose 11/07/04 |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
What pours from me now the why, the how though raw, elongated sure, pontificated it's mine... and it always will be. No better way to shoot but straight out from the inside good way of putting this intent, in your words |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
WhiteRose That was a load of buckshot. Enjoyed. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
You tell 'em, Harriet! lol ~ and Seymour's comment was a hoot! EA |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
inkedgoddess..you get to the point where you just don't care anymore what anyone thinks. It's called getting old. Darn it. sy..I usually send out a warning, but no one was in the line of fire. Thanks for reading dear friend. Earthy Angel..I've been telling em, and telling em, and telling em. Now I'm just shooting from the hip. Thanks for reading sweetie. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah, getting old is just what it is...I feel it good write, m'friend |
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