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Home-Sick

Glare of sun on yellow sands, Caves with markings strange and old. Wind-swept plains of other lands, Mus-made hovel, shepherd's fold Blue of sea and blue of sky, Great cathedral, spire and dome, foreign tongues and market place- I am longing to be...

by ?

added by anonymous
1 day ago
Greed

Greed is grown from home to home.

by Brian Wirtzfeld

added by anonymous
1 day ago
Blood

Blood is bright. brought from cuts in the night.

by Brian Wirtzfeld

added by anonymous
1 day ago
Addiction

The more you bet, the less you get. The less you get the more you bet.

by Brian Wirtzfeld

added by anonymous
1 day ago
Snow fall

Snow falls gently now it dosen't just buffer it takes the sound away. Snowfall

by Brian Wirtzfeld

added by anonymous
1 day ago
The Jukebox

Play it along We're all a song. It was there where she danced In rhythm and thong. She looked to the right, She looked to the left. A patio where she waltzed the moon And the twinkling starlit night. She was a patera of green light, Risky in frigh...

by Ronald-Bunch

added by Ronald-Bunch
1 day ago
Perpetuo Adest

We serve the moment, bespeaks the Lord To live eternal —in time untoward (The Book Of Prayers: January, 2021)

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by sage48
1 day ago
Dear White People

(c) 1/28/2020 Dear White People, What do you see when looking at me? Is it only the shade of melanin? Is it that you think I will not comprehend? Is it that you don't see another man? Is it that you believe that only you should stand? Do you not ...

by Darrell Pender

added by dbarrow1230
1 day ago
Social media

Social media, what role does it play, Among the massives, among the crowds, Among the millions, billions and trillions, or is it just a facade hiding the true meaning of two words, Snap this, Snap that, hashtag the man who just got dumped and slap...

by based on something

added by anonymous
1 day ago
It WAs an old, old, old, lady../"by Henry Cuyler Bunner

It was an old, old, old, old lady and a boy who was half past three. And the way the played together was beautiful to see. She couldn't go running and jumping and the boy no more could he.

by Henry Cuyler Bunner

added by anonymous
1 day ago
What Do I See

I'm not reluctant to say I can look at you all day Some may say that beauty is only skin deep If I miss out I'll be sure to weep. What beauty do I see? Somehow, something is bringing me to my knees Your eyes, your smile, I don't know for sure Whe...

by Mark Anthony Schroettner

added by anonymous
1 day ago
Never Let Go

I see this hurt in your eyes What can be done, What can I do? I see that family are letting you down You don't want to stay, It shouldn't be this way. Listen People are people and it's the way it is It hurts even more because they're family Plea...

by Mark Anthony Schroettner

added by anonymous
1 day ago
Energy Within

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear not that moment this body shall take it's last breath, for in that moment I know that all is alright, for it is but a moment before my spirit shall start it's next life, I may tra...

by Nicholas Broe

added by anonymous
1 day ago

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