30 days. 30 Poems.
It's the Ides of the month.
The halfway point.
Midway, Mezzo, Median.
Smack in the middle.
Betwixt and between.
Inspiration stemming
from anywhere.
Works-in-progress.
Hobbies and interests.
Rhythmic rants.
Introspection.
Speculation.
Even potatoes.
15 days. 15 poems.
15 more.
Tuesday, 9 March 2021
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The Modern Medieval Age
Serfdom. Tied to the land. Cannot move away. Once bound by law. Now bound by pay. The king's forests. Reserved for recreation. Closed to...
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"Work hard. Do your best." "Earn some Brownie Points." "Sincerely Loved And Valued Employee." Schools conditio...
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Farewell to the Blue Bird. sorry about your nest. To find a new platform, is next year's quest. Hashtag games were great, Scenes we'...
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My dying wish. Is to become a brick. I know, it sounds weird, Perhaps even sick. But I want my ashes mixed, Into a brick. Engrave it with a ...
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