Music

#11 of poetry written in the minute style as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/05/25/myoffering/ _ **music** _ _the song of life echos within_ _without a twin_ _a divine strain_ _a pure refrain_ _those with the ear can

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Things People Say

#1 of poetry haha everyone, let's laugh i'm hideous, haha i'm stupid, haha i'm weak, haha is it funny yet? let me continue. i'm worthless, haha i can't write, haha i'm boring, haha well, guess what?

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Leviathan

#6 of poetry hard to say without giving everything away.

DEW

#5 of poetry a quick piece. written 2016. does morning bring us rays of hope or just another day? does evening give us chance to cope or just a time to lay? each time the sun goes overhead, we pass another dawn.

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Western Lake View of Mt. Fuji in the Early Evening

#18 of poetry c.2019 a poem about contemplation. western lake view of mt. fuji in the early evening * * * i made a paper lantern, in honour of a friend, whose life i had earned, from beginning to end.

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Hand of Guidence

#1 of hand poems this is the first of two "hand" poems and the first of much of my poetry which i plan to begin uploading to sf over time.

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Restless

#14 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/07/the-moons-kiss/ **restless** lady luna wraps herself deeper within the cotton sheets deep sighs rush through the trees and tussle the leaves never does she

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Technologic

My response to loss of internet generally lies between 'read books, write poetry', and 'set fire to everything while swearing at the omnissiah.' i'm not a very patient person.

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OJB: Lady Bellwether

**Lady Bellwether** Lady Bellwether, Lady Bellwether; Lady belle who'dn't ever weather; Lady Bellwether, Lady Bellwether; What say you, Lady Bellwether? Lady Bellwether, mother aplomb; Lady, without you; we'd be wrong; Lady Bellwether, we'll...

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IN THE DARK (poem re-upload)

#5 of poetry not a sound can be heard except the rain from outside, i sit here wondering why it's so quiet, does everyone go to sleep or do we just go silent when it's dark, the dark is scary, it makes me feel non existent when i'm

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The Rose of Midnight

#5 of poetry the dancing moons a drape of darkness city lights,gleaming gems wandering eyes quieting sighs minds,tranquil warm smiles interlocked fingers hearts,aloof an exchange of words simple and few sweet,sweet ambrosia

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