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Castles-Skyscrapers-Liberty are dream statues. We are all dreamers. We endure because we dream. Through the good times and the bad times we thrive because we dream. In dream we create reality. Haiku plus 7-7.
beyond the now significant time closeted we spent maintain the functions of everyday life confident on the refinement of technology at hand to keep inta…
Royal Flush rare anyone gets a royal flush let alone spade from a five card stud
Halloween into wee hours morn still the troll goblin zombies out and about roam garish glitter revenants
America Can’t Breathe This is the Big Apple I am an entrepreneur Just selling cigarettes on the sid… Please I can’t breathe
Love All We Need ...not scorched earth... There is a mad man In the room beside himself Crazed out of his mind
splendid horizon a setting sun a weakening light maybe some real thin French cookie… tea could be good even a dark bold… until time is no more... yes
soft winds of spring in solitude breathing in the pondering soft breeze of the fading autumn that seems to be
Long Live Tau Alpha The golden beads Of brotherhood is unbroken The Argo of love and fellowship Continues through twilights dusk t…
Avatars of Life ...the smiles from the sky letting… Gone are my friends many Most of my family gone as well Screamed for life I emptied out
Biases are here to stay-planted and cultivated by different cultures, traditions, and yes, beliefs as well-by theology and secularism. One makes an assumption of what one sees and overt...
Magical Meadow Love widow me from madness Unchain from satyric desires my lo… Air of sanity breathe into me free… That I may fashion another dream…
beyond the blue blissful horizon yes the solstices and equinoxes of life of nature Iike clockwork w… all through the ages of time repea… we welcome the ever changing const…
Poetic License Ah... Uh... Ah Single word stanzas four lines qua… To free verse to metered sonnets r… Haiku seventeen decima eight rhyme…
Behold My Rose The sun has risen Now the dew cluster the flowers. Let me have my rose Let me alone pluck her
fall grandeur awaits where can the pleasure farther be than where my eyes are what I see where aesthetic lies and adventure cries