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Abracadabrian?. Top Story - January 2024.
Abracadabrian? Hmm, a style I’ve not known. Borne from phonemic -- a class all its own. Clash of the tongue, against lips, teeth, and gum.
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Poets
The Whale Upstairs
The quiet truth of apartment living is a lie in itself Theres no quiet and theirs no peace Its always there a sound a pulse
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
The Thing
Almost there, surely, I’m almost there - Being a little better at guitar, or learning to make Candles will be the thing to do it;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
The 200 for #200
What dreams, what goals, what aspirations do I have for 2024 when it comes to writing? Well, to write. That's probably a given, I suppose, but a good goal nevertheless. In fact, the #200 Challenge has inspired me to come up with 200 things that I look forward to releasing into the world through the written typed word.
By Lloyd Farley2 years ago in Poets
The Trials and Tribulations of Teenage Driving
In a land not far from here, Lived a teen with much to fear. For he sought a thing so grand, A driver's license in his hand.
By The PenPal2 years ago in Poets
A Mini Cheesecake- Worth Sharing?
Fine, have a bite or two! It is my cheesecake for heaven's sake it's moist it's creamy it's a melt-in-your-mouth bite
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
My Endless Pursuit
I don't want to be a bore But sometimes I think Time might like me more If I did nothing And aspired to even less. Because my demands for it are so high:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
The Great Dance-Off Debacle
Once upon a dance floor, gleaming under disco lights, Two couples found themselves entwined in fierce and friendly fights.
By The PenPal2 years ago in Poets
Abecedarian Creek
A babbling brook careening down every
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Limit Two per Customer
Everyone thinks you’re some kind of hustler They think you want the entire smorgasbord But they don’t realize You’re not an easy customer
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Snowed In at St. Mary's: A Hospital Haiku
Snowflakes falling fast Patients in, but can't get out Nurse, where's the hot choc? White blankets outside
By The PenPal2 years ago in Poets
Last year this year
This is the last year they said. No more. An end to man’s existence. Submitted to the Real Poetic Unofficial '2033' challenge. Details in the embedded link below:
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Poets