Tag: Online Writing
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DISAPPEARED
DISAPPEARED Morning comes and I find you are not here Yet we are to believe that you are The bible sellers stand on their stages And claim the same claim from ages And I see about the world and even near Violence that you could easily stop You are a religious star But I…
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A Secret Life: Memories from another life.
A friend from a past life told me of a love But sadly he said he doesn’t recall her name That is really such a shame For way back when he was just age 23 I knew him as we worked for the same company He met her in a restaurant where she waitressed Back…
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Chase Seeks Refuge from the Rain. 01.10.2018 @ 0312
Denise staggered to the front door in a daze. She turned the knob and the wind flung the door free of her grip. “Jesus!” Robert stepped inside, his face contorted with anger and concern. “Where is the boy?” He grabbed his former wife by her shoulders. “How could you let this happen?” “I had no…
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Ragdoll Man Chronicles 12.21.17
“We saw it too,” a voice from the tree line said. “We have been sitting and watching.” The crows all looked in that direction as a very large female cat emerged slowly walking with several like it following. “We all saw it,” they said in unison. “A young girl with magic like we have never…
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Puppy in the River and Random thoughts on 8.15.2017
PUPPY IN THE RIVER I believe I was ten years old and out riding on my bike on a warm summer’s day. As was my custom, I stopped at the bridge on Madison Street in Maywood overlooking the muddy, trash filled, and sluggish Des Plaines River. It was one of my favorite spots for daydreaming,…
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truth slain and random thoughts over ice cream 8.14.17
Truth Slain on a TV Stand The morning bell was met head-on And each child followed the trail as winter won To where truth then was set upon and promptly slain For sadly truth had gathered thinking it safe As if fearing safety it mattered simply not The rot that had grown up in Webster’s…
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a simple poem and random remarks 2033/08/11/17
I Am On Fire Gordon Kuhn Copyright 8.11.2017 Within the skull born of female pain He lashed out at the days but could not steal the stain That in treasured measure laid its curling tone Upon the printer’s inked plate during winter’s dying moan He never thought the deeds quite through each day While death…
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THE DAY THAT HEMINGWAY DIED
I will never forget the day that Hemingway died Nor of how he died on ‘61’s second day of July I was sixteen years old way back then And far too much to the universe tuned in I will never forget the shock that filled me as I cried Deep inside a wounded creature not…
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THINKING
I’ve been silent a bit for certain reasons, which cause me confusion. I have been writing as much as I always do, but feel constrained what with contests and awards and worry about theft of my writing. The joy of sharing is diminished greatly because of all that. I don’t know who to approach about…
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New Blog — End of emails.
Hi….So, why am I writing you ask. Well, its this way. I’ve decided to start another blog. Yes. God help me. Aren’t you excited? No? Oh well. Well, I am, and here is the deal. This is a blog about poetry. Only poetry. I decided to do this as my email lists are growing too…
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 