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The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds they blast.
Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines
As he darts mid the rigging and sails?
Does his ship rock him...
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Bones
Bones of contention are lying
within the hard scrabble.
Following the path
of least resistance
through the bone yard.
They are kicked aside
and...
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Unappreciated Garbage
The eyes of depression track the cracks
in the sidewalk and the curve of the curb.
They miss the beauty of joy on the horizon and
the flit of the...
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I write some political pieces, but this is a rare one in that it rhymes.
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Jackboots
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The jackboots of oppression are worn on the left and right, they balance
upon our collective throats. We may not breathe easy,...
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Hero
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
"I am the pendulum that never settles in to a pattern
and in your hypnosis, you will come to believe
that...
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Wicked Flowers
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The soil is rich with a chaotic blend…
Composted dreams and the refuse of life
garbage in and the love...
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By Paul Laurence Dunbar
‘T was three an’ thirty year ago,
When I was ruther young, you know,
I had my last an’ only fight
About a gal one summer night.
‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke
‘N’...
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The Company of Misery
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
I am the shadow you cannot see
an expression of a dark cloud
sunny side up and humor
...
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Zero to One
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Shutdown sequence initiated
the countdown has begun
all my thoughts abbreviated
computed zero to...
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