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Poetic Suburbia: Dogwood
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A Message from Poetic Suburbia. Hang on the trees. Too pure and close. Children tear them to bits,. Oblivious to their crime,. Or carry them with gentle fingers. Clutched tight as wilted offerings. Mothers take them,. The way the sunlight weeps. Across each petal,. And place them in plain glass vases. By the kitchen sink. And even the children forget to fight wars. Subscribe to this blog's feed. All content 2006, 2007 Poetic Suburbia.
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A Message from Poetic Suburbia. 10 am ». You feel dangerous to me. I'm a handful of blocks from home. And I don't know you anymore. The boys look bad. Long hair pulled back. The women hiding under umbrellas. Full of unexpected smoke. And familiar smells gone different. And go through another safer door. Little children across the aisle. They put me at ease. This place has a waiter. And iced team with yellow lemon. Balanced perfectly on the edge of clear glass. People seem calmer than I feel.
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A Message from Poetic Suburbia. Laquo; April 2006. The lilacs smell of love. And the closing red rose reeks. You scream against my fingertips. And when I breath,. Subscribe to this blog's feed. All content 2006, 2007 Poetic Suburbia.
Poetic Suburbia: Hope
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A Message from Poetic Suburbia. The ground is pink. The sky is white. There are no shadows. All the wrong colors. I hear your flowering thunder. Subscribe to this blog's feed. All content 2006, 2007 Poetic Suburbia.
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Poetic Stuff and Nonsense. Verses to Brighten Your Day. Original anthology of lighthearted poems will appeal to all ages. These verses, many delightfully bizarre, sparkle with little gems of wisdom. Discover the changing fortunes of Dibble the neck-nibbling hare and the antics of Reggie the renegade racehorse. Laugh at an indecently dressed tree frog and marvel at the Jersey cow hung up on ABBA. You might just feel sorry for Oscar living his life back to front. Simon Bird, actor and writer.
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A Message from Poetic Suburbia. The lilacs smell of love. And the closing red rose reeks. You scream against my fingertips. And when I breath,. Subscribe to this blog's feed. All content 2006, 2007 Poetic Suburbia.
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I am an unknown poet seeking to emerge. I write from the heart, my poems are from feeling and emotion. I am highly driven by my mood. I hope to liberate others with my poetry. Thursday, 10 January 2013. I'm clearly growing unstable. Infact it's showing that I'm now unable. I'm far from keeping it contained. I'm used to being refrained. The feeling is beyond addictive. How it's going to appear will be vindictive. The fire burned quietly. But now it's been ignited slyly. My mood is unadjustable. It's not e...
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Soul rhythm is what the world has been waiting for.it is the 21st century Shakespearean poetry. It envelopes all the many types of poetry. Just think it and you will find it here. you can even place an order for you customized poem. SOUL RHYTHM IS POETRY WITH A MIDAS TOUCH! Tuesday, July 20, 2010. There he sits,. Biting his nails and chewing his brain. Pulling on his one sleeve shirt till the only button falls off into the drain. There he sits,. His emotions do the hurdle. There he sits,. But there it is,.
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To Survive and Revive the Mind. Personal poems to help survive a riddled past. Thursday, August 9, 2012. I have the smallest of voice inside of me that whispers. I want to speak" as the voice was often muffled in whimpers. Yet it was the beginning of syllables and place. That was drowned in silence as compliance took shape. I speak in shivering speech and know it must raise louder. For ears to hear and eyes to weep as I did for all before. I sat in stolid like a stolen statue that was under construct,.
