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Protest: Fever
Like spoiled children, We take and take. Land, air, resources, More and more. Than we need, Or handle. Factories pumping smoke out,...
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Prose Poem: Walking Skeleton
Spindly appendages like spider legs. A walking skeleton lost in the living world. People gawk and glare. As if they could never be me....
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Sound: 11:35 in Brussels
11:35 the sun is now setting. Splashing crystalline gold, Over everything the light’s touching. Streets filled with buildings old, The...
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Structured: Night Triolet
Eyes grow heavy and slowly close, While the sky gently fades to night. Outside life is still yet wind blows. Eyes grow heavy and slowly...
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Sculpture Haiku
Her figure deformed, She's an abomination, But she's my mother.
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Ekphrasis: Life in the Midst of Art
The sky a pool of hues, Above my head, Swirl from blue to yellow. Women’s perfume, And the scent of warm bread, Occupy the air. Ambitious...
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Extended Metaphor: Night is a Lady
Night is lady, Dressed in black velvet, Wearing it as a flowy dress. Beginning her waltz, Her sway lulling people to sleep. Her feet...
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Time Is
Time is an hourglass, each grain representing it passing Time is a marathon Time is a race
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Unexpected: Blind Love
Long have I yearned, For a princess to love. To make my heart churn, And feel free as a dove. One day in the woods, I heard her sweet...
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Intense Imagery: Day in Japan
Dark brown roof, white walls. People pushing to see the buddha statue. The old structure gives off an aged scent. The sky, baby blue....
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Autumnal Verse
Leaves of orange and red fluttering in the breeze. The crunching sound of the fallen ones under your feet. Warm colors in contrast with...
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Narrative: The Watcher
I lie awake in bed at night, I can not sleep a wink. I see him in the corner, I dare not even blink. He stares with glowing eyes at me,...
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Persona: The Sun, The Moon
My keen eye watches over those in the day. They laugh and play and work, As I protect them from the bitter cold of space. I awake them...
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Place: The Passing Time
Narrow streets worn down, From hundreds of compact cars, Passing by. Concrete buildings with chipping paint, From the numerous of...
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