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Frack Off! – dVerse Poetics – Re-blog

Originally posted on Freya Writes…:
Please excuse the poor formatting and whatnot – I am posting this using my phone, so goodness knows what it will look like! Suffice to say that this week’s dVerse Poetics prompt was too good…

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On the Road – A Poem

Sounds carry. Tucked asleep into my first berth, I have no ticket to ride, no known destination. Black-capped conductors, uniformed and faceless, pass silently all night down darkened aisles. The gentle jostling of the carrier and its faraway howling are … Continue reading

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Wild Over David

      DAVID We always thought her meek and mild until the day that she went wild and fell in love with an antique Greek, or should I say a Greek antique? She gave a moan and then a … Continue reading

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POOR HOUSE BOUND

Creative Commons (My library group came up with all of these prompts:) delicious, horse, croissants, eviction, pardon POOR HOUSE BOUND They decided to end it all— This penny-pinching was no good and so they headed for the mall to see … Continue reading

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FOR dVERSE BUT CAN’T GET ON THIS WEEK EITHER

SIGH.fOR THE FIRST TIME THERE WAS A “magical widget,” and I had not the credentials or smarts to navigate the route apparently everybody else can. But I tried…   Haiku by Issa: “Without you – how vast the cherry blossom … Continue reading

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Words

      WORDS   Words can TOUCH. Words can chatter. Words can tell you what’s the matter. Words can cut, splice and dice. In other words, be not nice. Lying words I’ve come to hate; Embers dying in the … Continue reading

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THE EARTH IS FLAT AFTER ALL

  THE WORLD IS FLAT AFTER ALL   Dubbed Democracy, it used to be top of the line, the lead ship, at sea, and on the land it served us well,  until the  strains of its death knell fell, baring … Continue reading

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