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There are many things that can be taken A myriad others that can be lost,
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an alarm clock rings smoke rises from a chimney
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Dark mornings, even darker evenings, the winter
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freezing cold day, yes! don't melt your hands in the fire
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Quick luminescence in the sky above
The sudden incandescent flashbulb snap
by Cynewulf
20 lines, 11 comments,
on Nov 14 5:19 PM
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A miniature war
of pyrotechnic display
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The early morning sun silhouettes the castle
That rides upon the hill high up above.
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The acid guitar
sounds of an ancient vinyl
by Cynewulf
28 lines, 13 comments,
on Nov 1 7:17 PM. In Tofu
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suddenly quiet the moon has stopped in the sky
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Darkly quiet & dim directed Until fireworks paint the firmament bright
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Crisp collected swiftly singing breezes become
Voices in my misinformed muddled mental state,
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dance fibre optic electron consternations
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I have not seen the birds fly south this year, maybe
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The cold & the hoar frost both remind me of you
And the rediscovered country of yesterday
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byrth cyd-rhwng bydau
agor hychydig acha hon annwyd Ysbrydnos
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gates between worlds
open a little on this cold Ysbrydnos
by Cynewulf
7 lines, 7 comments,
on Oct 27 9:56 AM
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Sunlight bright outside
of my window, Venetian
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Welcome to the spyware jungle Where the root-kit trojan lives
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i am the dark wolf howling all of your nightmares
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Another contest ... am going to stay in bed
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Oh, how beautiful it was with voluptuous curves!
Pitching & banking in shallow 'g' turns.
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The spirits are abroad this bleak Ysbrydnos
But I do not fear the Yr Hwch Ddu Gwta
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She has that kind of
a smile that burns in your mind
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The autumn is at last commencing in Worcestershire with bare brown trees and bumble bees, well the latter strangely absent.
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Pork, apples & wine
we shall eat them at the time
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Fresh tears in my eyes, I view autumnal leaves,
the gnarled foliage tumbling onto asphalt.
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The sonnet is almost too forlorn
& which sort to employ is never easy,
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The Sonnet is almost too forlorn
& which sort to employ is never easy,
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a milestone reached now for exactly one thousand
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love is a bit like
software- you have the licence
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angry buzzing wasp wasted on fermented fruit
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coniferous trees all bending in unison
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Is there shame in fame;
do I mean should you wallow
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summer moon
to bright for me to see the
by Cynewulf
9 lines, 8 comments,
on Aug 15 10:28 PM. In Tofu
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flutter Cabbage White
whilst sunlight refracts in pond
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