~Saturated Arrogance~

Saturated Arrogance…

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~The O’Flannery Boys~

Zip Zero and Zilch O’Flannery
three brothers of Blairton Bluff
were wrapped in chicanery
raw and edgy, they were rough.

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~Yearning for Yesteryear~

Rooted in his leather saddle
He felt the days grow bitter cold
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His war scarred bones rattled
For he was more ancient than old.

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~Excursion of Xeranthemum~


Moored within the secret cove…
The xebec gently rocked…
While men astern…
Secretly yearned…
To touch the captain’s frock. (more…)

~Meadow’s Waltz~

She walked softly…

Carefree and unafraid…

Through whispering tides…

Of emerald green~ (more…)

~Supper Is Ready~

Memories of my childhood days bring back the sharp pungent smell of river catfish, the earthy smell of sweet golden corn, the light buttery smell of mashed potatoes, the floury smell of homemade biscuits and the delicious aroma of fresh apples being stewed in sugar and cinnamon. Even though supper was not served until the sun started fading in the sky, my Nanny would start laboring in the kitchen long before. (more…)

~Juxtaposition of Seasons~

Arise my friends from your sleep…
As the coldness darkly creeps…

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~Call To Arms~


The sounds of war…
Come rushing at my door…
The hordes and masses…
Who are here to dispel…
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~High Noon~

Abused by the solar presence…

Drenched with salt of her own flesh…

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~Hasten Little Maiden~

Little maiden why dos’t though tary?…

Little maiden do not be wary…

If thou must rest…

To relinquish thy fear…

From within thy chest…

Come hither now…

And linger ‘neath…

The old tree’s bough…

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~Winner & More~

Preparing to pick the winner…

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~Cradle of Solitude~

For we know not…
Why our tribulations…
Are given as such…
Our fragile forms…
Created from the dust.

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~Brahma & Airavata~

Long ago in lands of golden sand…

Brahma turned to Saraswati…

And gently kissed her inked hand…

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~Gleaning Granules~

She saw the fuzzy granules…

Costumed pollen dusted capsules…

Imprisoned upon their stems… (more…)

~Git’er Done~

As the morn’  began to break…
A problem there was sure to face… (more…)

~The Bane~

She stood at the bow….
Eyes to the sea…
Her callous heart…
As frigid as could be.
Cold and obstructed…
The mephitic aroma…
Of her emotional melanoma… (more…)


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