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Iti oj

Global warming is real and we need to act
Premium Member
*wanders over already dancing* *makes a questioning face *shrugs shoulders* *dances some more* Love peace and happiness
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
a mind of critical heavy
a heart of filled heavier
arms of unfinished poetry
eyes of uncertain hope
legs of questioning
hands of purpose
soul of fire
desire and earnest
strange bits
sincere parts
of many things that one is
but sleep comes late
on many nights
as thoughts swirl
like endless waves
as bone of strength
as blood of substance
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
My breath, taken away
Daily it seems
Caught
Resume
And look
Again
Hazy focus
Dizzy
Falling like
Fabrics of soft
Billowy
Cloud
Love
Like fantasy
Like red
Beating organ
My blood
My fire
My Eyes
On You
My Mind
Gone
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
of
sun
calm
warm
green
bright
sunshine
clear nights
longer days now
pleasant...on steroids!
no sign of winter in Michigan this year
off axis exponentially increasing length of lines in this doggerel, eh?
 
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dawny0826

Mother Heathen
the cold has crippled
and seized motivation
this day
amplifying pain
disabling intentions
an abyss of too
familar
which hardens and
deflates
wrapped in sweater
lost in worry
self defeat
listening not to distant
calls of night owls
but to wind and her
wrath
piercing
proud empire of color
pales
drained and cracking
slumber is escape
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
bright morning
clear skies
day ahead
questioning eyes
heavy brain
hopeful girl
quiet time
thoughts swirl
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
Bye-lo, baby, bye,
Hush thee now and do not cry!
There's a hen all white,
In the barn tonight!
She is going to make cocao
For the baby who goes bye-lo.
By-lo, my little chickie,
By-lo, my chickie-o!

An old obscure nursery rhyme.
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
watches trees
and ponders
questions
no answers they give
with wide eyes
full of questions
she watches
and exhales
slowly
and thoughtfully
 
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dawny0826

Mother Heathen
wind howls
purrs like a cat
as if the sky
will open
wide
with teeth
sharp things
dripping
gnarling
growls
of despair
and anger
heartbeat
eyes
no moon
just glowing
orbs
feline
hungry
of rage
ready
to take on night
in all its pulsing
vibrating
splendor
in awe
she can only
make her way
slowly towards
the door
 
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