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DECODING THE AGES OF BELOVED CARTOON CHARACTERS
Estimating the age of beloved cartoon characters is no easy task. These timeless figures inhabit colorful worlds, displaying behaviors that often challenge our perceptions of age. From SpongeBob SquarePants to Pikachu, the mystery behind their ages is both intriguing and puzzling.
By Grace Kamugisha2 years ago in Poets
Smooth
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
By ARTIST2 years ago in Poets
haiku november, two
let in the new air flows in like it's been waiting but waiting nicely . . . [11/5/23] . . .
By kory salajka2 years ago in Poets
Middle Child
Yes, that is me. I am stuck in the middle of three. When my parents would say. Who's in trouble today? Two siblings pointed their fingers at me.
By Cathy Deslippe2 years ago in Poets
Smooth play, Ox
My brother often directed These words To me: “Smooth play, ox.” Did he mean ox long pips Which may be smooth but My backhand was not.
By Barbara Steinhauser 2 years ago in Poets
Don Juan: Part II
Play fields, lover... Use women, promises, but... Do you stay real? Class adjourned... *
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
A Robot Surviving College
18.25.73.16.12. This is not the coordinates of a robot on a SUNY campus; it is the coding of the robot’s age within her body.
By Ace Melee2 years ago in Poets
Incoming Call: The Future
Tell me, If your compact blue trimmed AT&T LG phone started lighting up, would you answer it? Even if the caller ID stated:
By Nicole Fenn2 years ago in Poets
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem You must push yourself, rush yourself, cram in that writing time. Steal a minute, an hour,
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
Moving Furniture. Content Warning.
Put it here? Put it there? No, not there, over here I swear! This corner, or that corner? "Fuck Off!" You're having a laugh!
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Identity Crisis Diverted
There’s been times where I’m coasting through life, Comfortable in the fit of my own skin, I’d wake in the morning and smile at the new day,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Beans
Michigan, Virginia, Florida, New York They follow me everywhere. A Poor Person Dinner in Michigan, A hillbilly meal in Virginia paired with cornbread,
By Morgan Kiser2 years ago in Poets