Poem: Ode To The Writer

Your displaced area stinks of mystery, Your mysterious psyche You are a fellow as any man But one blessed with an angel You are a fellow as any man But one tormented with reflections You are the voice of tomorrow Starting with yesterday's emotions You are the oxymoron of your acquittance, The observer of your... Continue Reading →

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Biological Clock Poetry: Tick, Tick

  Tick, tick the clock goes It ticks away as the minute of the day Tick, tick it ticks away the time of life And ticks the things made in life Tick, tick the bird calls Tick, tick like a sounding gong Reminding us that time has passed Passed to have more fun, Passed to... Continue Reading →

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