Overhead
an arrow of wild geese
talks to itself.
Dean Blehert
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This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert
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- We ARE History
- SAVE ME FROM FAME!
- HOW MUCH PER VERSE?
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- AMULET SHAMULET!
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- UNDER COVER OF BANALITY...
- HOMME ASIDE
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- OHH! Look at THIS one!!!
- Nightscape
- At The sPEEd of Sound
- Time for Breakslow?
- Trying to Fit In (With a Bad Crowd?)
- AFTERTASTE OF ARGUMENT
- A PUNISHING FEAT
- SUNRISE AFTER RAIN
- The Spirit Bird
- HONKY TALK
- A Comment on Comments on Poems
- What I Hope To Do
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1 comment:
This made me smile. I like that about your poetry. It usually gives me a bit of a surprise, a little glance at something, I had not considered. I also love the interplay of pun and insight.
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