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A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
![]() ![]() A log of our magnificent journey. |
Fire heats cauldron; witch brews potion with rats, bats, and lizards, producing phantom cloud of spirits. Ghastly cackle spells doom for unsuspecting victims, as shadow of death crosses their path. Notes on the Three-Five-Seven form of poetry ▼ |
Fireflies flicker in the night and blend with distant stars in blackened universe bound by transcendental powers beyond the realm of intellect. Notes on the mGur form of poetry ▼ |
Chill bites autumn air. Sugar maples instigate flaming transition. |
Back to school we go again-- reading, writing, 'rithmatic, football games on Friday nights, teeny bopper sock hops, and active shooter drills. Poet's notes ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! ![]() Dave "The Poet's Place " ![]() |
Diamonds in night sky buy romantic dreams, themes to fantasize, lies that never die. Notes on Raay (or Rei) form of poetry: ▼ |
Sun rises, sun sets, tide comes in, and tide goes out. Dolphins dance in surf and chase my worries away while living on island time. |
The smell of coffee, orange marmalade sunrise, and the meadowlark's song imbue my heart with happiness. |
** Image ID #2189125 Unavailable ** Stoically stalking, Reaper roams banks of the Styx with ax to spread woe. Character in crape cunningly creeping across to cook his éclair from frothing phobia and fractious fingers of fear-- fee-fi-fo-fum. Yum! Traipsing through the trees to a tryst with victims lured into his trusty traps. Leave no doubt. There'll be unalleviated grieving on All Hallows Eve. |
** Image ID #2188227 Unavailable ** He climbs his way to top without a solid plan to lay foundation for the daily grind alone. Treadmill goes 'round until he's back where he began to reap rewards of trudge anonymous, alone. Poet's note ▼ |