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 |    A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
 A log of our magnificent journey. |
| cold penetrates beneath the layers of clothing freezing, awful, gripping, winter bulbous nose is clogged by curds of snot running, salty, sniffling, February licking mucus from frozen upper lip shivering, nasty, flowing, constant spitting out gurgling wads of phlegm hacking, coughing, sneezing, incessant Notes on the Mobius form of poetry ▼ |
| Just being there among the daffodils is better than a bottle full of pills to remedy the worst of all my ills and restore my faith in the field of dreams-- those dreams which take me to another place away from commerce race with hectic pace, just soaking up the best of Nature's grace, while listening to songs of mountain streams. Notes on the Ochtfochlach form of poetry ▼ |
twilight solitude when work is done farm exudes barnyard ambrosia |
The new year came in with a loud thud, as we slammed the door on twenty-twenty, which gave us nothing but a flood of crud: riots, wildfires, hurricanes, pandemic, and then there was the party, where I tried to drown all my sorrows. After a while, I felt the need to relieve myself and stumbled toward the lavatory door, but I was sadly mistaken, because, come daylight, I awoke in a glistening pile of yellow snow. 18 lines |
| One December night, fluffy flakes begin to fall and dance in moonlight with mesmerizing allure, but soon, that sparkling blanket turns to slush on roads refreezes in winter chill to bring tons of angst. Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry ▼ |
** Image ID #2238906 Unavailable ** Frau Perchta convened her clan in spite of Health Department's ban. One tested positive, but lied, so they all caught the virus and died. Notes on the Little Willie form of poetry ▼ |
| A yellow ribbon tied around a tree guides our thoughts to those who serve and make sacrifices without reserve. They put their lives at risk to preserve, so we offer them the thanks they deserve by displaying tributes throughout our community. In Christmas parade, yellow bows adorn Santa's sleigh, and American Legion marches in fine array. |
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