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The Intermediate Poet
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sleep
Once, I prayed for Sleep to love me,
To stroke my hair and covet me.
Now, he never leaves my side,
No matter where I run or hide,
He finds me out and punishes me accordingly.
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High School Folly
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February
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Sleep
Court, February ------
Cardinal
Langston Hughes
The two Daisy's
Astrological Advice
Taboo
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January
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Baked with pathos and bathos
Sometimes I feel...
Job hunting
An assortment of short poems
Linda
The ring
Lush landscape of life
Behind human anatomy
Old/New Poetry
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2009
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December
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A reoccuring mistake?
Celebrating a windy day
Some more haikus
At sea
You love a hypocrite
Visiting my grandfather
The war between procreator and progeny
Running
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November
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The silly fight
Haikus
Silence
What I see now
How foolish I am
Freedom
The struggle
Wedding day
Snowfall
The crows (rewrite of Baudelaire's "The owls")
Being runners with the dusk and night (A rewrite o...
A very sweet dream
Wizard the lizard
Fire
A (not so) peripheral perception
Not enough
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