Crossroads

A crossroad stands before you, yet again A choice should be made, let's begin One to the left, "option A" per se, Another to the right, "option B" One may lead to wealth and fame, Other can grant health and time. Struggling on and on, which...

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A poets peace.

A voice from the dark called out, 'The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. Peace, not only the absence of war.' But peace, like a poem, is not there ahead of itself, can't be imagined...

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My work

Today I am tired, Because I got fired, And now I have nothing to do. I have no money, My boss thinks it's funny, And my brother laughs at me too! But I've got hope, And that's all I need, For me to someday be in the lead...

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Preserverance

We've all had times, when the going gets tough The smooth ride suddenly, feels bumpy and rough The good times are gone, it's all rather gruff You let out a sigh and exclaim - "I've had enough" We are all entitled at times, to gripe and to moan...

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Live life.

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all man-kind doubts you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied...

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A Fertile Mind's Failings

A frustrating feeling unlike any other, Is the want to create beautiful words. With no ideas on what to compose. Lack of inspiration and without a muse. There's a sense of hopelessness Beginning to engulf your thoughts. What do you do when you...

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"A Familiar Fantasy"

A Familiar Fantasy By Ken Anderson , 12 October, 2018 When I retire, often late at night, When the drink and the smoke have awakened my sight, I close my eyes, and clear my mind, And just drift away, leaving earth behind. And as I pace, in my...

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Poem for a Friend

I just thought I'd reach out to a fellow fur in need I can relate, I know it hurts, but don't concede It can be rough, and at times, unbearable But that's why we're here, to turn the table Your friendly furs are here for you, to help you along...

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Wheels and Gears That Turn

I stare at the blank paper and it stares back. It stares back as mocking as my sibling's can be. The idea of writer's block is bad enough without the medium that you are to work your magic with teasing you for your insufficient progress. My eyes...

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Atonement

# Atonement At the gates of Hell I stand, Ready to enter as a man, Sought out by the evil here, It shall find me without fear. Upon the road of fire and bone, I'm forced to walk this path alone, Haunted by his face of sin, I begin to doubt I...

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Inspiration (Poem)

Inspiration is a funny thing. It is as fleeting, as a fling. Inspiration is a funny thing. Often fickle, and carries a sting. Like a mountain climber. Inspiration can slip. Falling and falling. Until you get a grip. Best not to feed on...

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An Ire to Inspire

I find myself sitting at my desk this Monday morning But yet I find myself in near abject mourning For within my agenda today I have chose to write a rhyme But clearly this will take... some time I could write on hope, purity, growth, intelligence...

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