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Title: Docks of Love \| Submitted by: jcor \| Written by: Jack Cory \| Style: lyrics

Love is a power that charges our internal clocks, Ticking down until that final moment comes, Ill be wait by those eternal docks.

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Title: Valentines Day Parade \| Submitted by: dswain \| Written by: Doug Swain \| Style: Free Form

So Valentines Day, won't you be my valentine? Guess what I got you this year? The largest, most superb, and most certainly alluring Gift you've got in years! Hundreds of ukelele players dressed in heart-shaped costumes playing Beatles covers, Thousand of lab puppies painted in bright red with compassion drooling out their mouth and Millions of boxes of candy of all shapes and kinds; I know you like variety! Billions of roses that string behind like a velvet carpet Along with hundreds and thousands and millions and billions in parade for the love and hate of you, Valentines Day. Don't forget this poem too! I figured you deserved it, Valentines Day. To make up for all of your forgotten and discarded years. Too hated to be loved by the souls whole see nothing in you And too loved to ever be considered more than superficial Nobody ever considered how you might feel, Valentines Day. And you're as good a date as any, maybe even better! So Valentines Day, won't you be my valentine?

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Title: The Missing "X" \| Submitted by: cmh502 \| Written by: Chris H \| Style: perfekt alliteration

The Missing “X” agitated to aching arms built upon built-less beauty caressed on cathartic canvas's dressed with dripping dread egged and easily emulated frozen like freaked fawn grabbed so grips may grapple hoisted in heavier handfuls ingested instead of inspecting incidents jackknifed into jaded jostle kindling the kef kennel lifting hopeful languished lifetimes mating ease manic moods nestled not needing nurture objectionable to octagonal optometry perched as passive pelican quilted for quaint queen restless touch rapid religion solemn sinner wear's stark stiletto's tepid tipsy moderately tasteful undermine your unsure unconscious vexing a vacant house vestige waxing no waning waves ?????? yearning below yawning yield zeitgeist lost amongst zonked zoo zombies

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Title: Hoco \| Submitted by: dswain \| Written by: Doug Swain \| Style: None

I used to enjoy a silent conversation with you Peering out the window to a winding street below New England roofs dotted yonder and Just like the leaves scattered along those lines Starting green, becoming red, orange, yellow And sometimes dead This view was our own reserve And still today silence is the conjoint sound None of the views have changed Roads, roofs, windows Leaves and it all Seems to look the same Only now, only now I enjoy this On my own

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Title: a vortex of change \| Submitted by: cmh502 \| Written by: Chris H \| Style: None

for forensic tongues which you bark and heal why the blind mans tooth fell out he squealed such converting messages a vortex of change that fell from your pocket I perceived at close range a humming bird buzzed while the bee choose to chirp the honey from this flower is the pollen hives worth a plead from this beggar for such a small amount of grain to feed his mind restless while his family starves in shame was the diver swimming to deep or his plunge in the river ever so steep the fishes once thought this river was calm the frantic diver dove set off a splash like a bomb that country, that territory or state destroy what you will whatever makes you feel so great just remember that winking from a pair of eyes so blue that the love you thought was given has been torn to ribbons in two

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Title: Miller's Diamond \| Submitted by: dswain \| Written by: Doug Swain \| Style: None

Blooming is the beat old town Trees full, green Bend with water, bend with time They've got somewhere to go: Up - Up - Up! While cities and towns spread out and around Street signs, street lights, none of it is ever the same People seem to never change One flower fortifies a garden One house vegetates a city And not one soul can see the change It's the same issues, same stories Same life in such a different place It's strange to think one could ever miss it A diamond of Miller Stands alone, silent in a field Neglected by those who can't know And forgotten by all those who wouldn't take the time Around each edge stands a player in the game of my life A different time, a different place, but never a different person And I stand at home Wondering why I came back Wild awkward and out of place just to stand here alone Like remains of the attic, dusted, settled, forgotten Like a distance city on a road fading, shrinking, disappearing Like leaving a memory behind absconding, removing, withdrawing Miller's diamond feels this overgrown, neglected, tired A small image of my life quiet, nostalgic, content The truth is, Miller's diamond never looked that good anyway Miller's Diamond

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Title: Title-less \| Submitted by: noonesremedy \| Written by: Father Scardo \| Style: None

I want to tell you everything is okay. I love you but I can never tell. He will end what we have. Cant you see? You have faith in love. I have faith in morons. I am your rebound. Checkmate.

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Title: why is it(possibly a prelude) \| Submitted by: cmh502 \| Written by: Chris H \| Style: None

potions will tell or the mind will swell thoughts may dwell swirling into a moment of hell no matter how empty nor full of bliss buying your way out will only make you sick tired, the colors once were bright awake, i can sit and stare at the light drunk or tispy for an hour sinking back to grief like the quicksand which devours temporary weightloss in order to gain back more she stood alone reflecting on herself near the stained glass door unhappy with her stance restless as can be this young lady sat under her favorite elm tree and conducted poems of three later married with music a sweet symphony this girl sang alone harmony a struggle to hold perfecting her voice this lady grew old old like that tree which leaves that still the fall and dye in the summer tree bark that holds or in sharp causes splinters which prick and punture though glass which is stained she stood alone refracting the blame which was placed upon herself by future and past the lady grew older death approaching fast once remembering herself young striving for beauty and grace an old lady now, beauty had found it's place in nature she wondered back to the earth she would go the lady now soil so that these new trees may grow here once stood a girl with her head in the sky crawling on all fours struggling to get by she once wrote that song which she sang to you and me how she felt so alone carving her name deep, into that old elm tree and how she took walks with nature by her side and her book and a pen so that words may flow about nature and zen art and music still stood by her side when her friends soon grew older and had many things to hide sonnet for one a solo duet the young girl cried so the drying river was once again

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