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Post by momoyama on Apr 9, 2018 10:17:41 GMT -5
Bronze, silver and gold names sound very straitforward still mysterious they behave quite different minute percentage changes
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 9, 2018 22:32:25 GMT -5
Bitter on the tongue Is the medicine I use To deal with these aches. Bitter too is the knowledge I must battle time itself.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 10, 2018 1:07:03 GMT -5
Not every poem, Will glitter and sparkle so - No matter how much, You polish or cut away, Some will be rough and tumble.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 10, 2018 9:23:50 GMT -5
A crescent moon peeps Shyly through the streaky blinds Of a grey dawn sky. Like her, I am not looking Forward to what this day brings.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 16:26:49 GMT -5
Under threat, sans aid, I manuever to defend, but hope fades for me. Perhaps I need new masters. Perhaps masters need new I.
[Pretty dark sounding, I know, but it's just work angst. Don't worry too much.]
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Post by momoyama on Apr 10, 2018 18:59:47 GMT -5
My words are clumsy quite mechanical sounding I cannot help it it is the way they spring forth from a strange mind to the mouth
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 11, 2018 1:40:15 GMT -5
While your road may be... Difficult to bear sometimes, Take time to reflect. You life is YOUR storyline, Of ALL your destinations.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 7:03:47 GMT -5
Branches drip with rain Through the trees I stalk my prey Masters have their doubts But they are not here with me And won't suffer if I fail
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 11, 2018 23:03:14 GMT -5
Kindle and Facebook hate Working together and so They ate my poem!!!! The challenge says no rewrites: This is not about egrets.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 12, 2018 0:32:15 GMT -5
I would like to make, A suggestion to the world, In the routine rush, Slow down your everyday roll, Take time to smell the roses.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 12:03:30 GMT -5
Stalking my quarry The Lordling cries for a hold A quivering branch Forest clearing stands empty Only hoofprints on the thawing earth
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 13, 2018 0:37:53 GMT -5
Time to shut windows Against the darkness and winds Blowing from the hills. Though I saw wisteria today, The cold still clings with vigor.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 13, 2018 0:39:22 GMT -5
Candles all aglow, Laughter and good company, Warm Taco Thursdays, These simple things make moments, That bring me that hygge feel.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 9:00:28 GMT -5
Gliding ever on No time to turn, slow, or stop Branches whipping by My goal must be important It seems like getting there is
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Post by momoyama on Apr 13, 2018 18:52:08 GMT -5
Again the wind comes it’s been blowing hard for days rain will follow soon making it impossible to enjoy the spring weather
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