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Monochromatic
if you think about it…
they don’t have a lot of talent
there’s really only one color in their palette
and even that’s growing thin
so busy painting fences with their hatred
they’re not even trying to pretend
hyper-focused on us vs them(like there’s really any difference
blood…bones…organs…tissue…
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Failing to look too far down the road will often result in a crash or a near crash. Immediate answers aren’t usually complete. Thank you, Curt
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When the Bird Returns to Remind Us We’re Still Human
On the 3rd,
we all see a bird coming back home
as if it had been waiting
for April’s foolishness to calm down
before daring to cross our skies again.It glides in with that effortless arrogance
only birds and very old truths possess,
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And, HOPE is the most dangerous thing of all!!
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It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I know Burl, my name’s Furl, my lips curl, I’m your girl!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
This gross mask, your big ask, the gas flask, my head cask!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I hate this, I can’t hiss, I can’t kiss, I can’t piss!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
The gas stinks, my face pinks, one eye winks, my hair kinks!
It’s Cryi…Read More![]()
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Oops! I missed some days, oh well:
I Saw Her Crying in Tom Planter’s Field
I saw her crying in Tom Planter’s field,
The blonde-haired girl in black nobody knows,
Her eyes were hollowed out, her raw lips peeled,
She wore a silver bullring through her nose.
She bore the scars of herbicidal birth,
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INK MY PEN
It’s your poetry
That I love
That makes you pretty
I simply think of…My ink sets on you
To find that passion
That I want to talk to …
Show me your fashionBlack and white
Add some red
I don’t want it so bright
Toast my Texas BreadA letter to a word
It’s not spelled right
Nothing I ever heard
I’m writing thi…Read More![]()
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I love your ink. HJx
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Your ink is fine / it tastes like wine / so much better than mine? Oh well, I tried. I enjoyed the read, thanks. -Curt
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Awww cute thank you for liking. Red Wine is always the best.
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Welcome to Stars Rite National Poetry Month.
Rules
1=It has to be your original work
2=One post per day
3=Enjoy what you do
This is not a competition. This is more like a resolution to see if you can complete a whole full month of poetry.
At the end of this. Everyone will receive a certificate of completion.
I am so excited. Let’s have fun.
It is strange how for some people their desire for easy, quick answer to complex problems fools them until reality sets in and they discover what their lack of understanding smacks them upside the head. I always found this pithy quote from MaoTse tung appropriate: “Nothing is hard in this world if you dare to scale the heights.” -Curt