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- Random at allpoetry
Where is Random? I frown over the pages - Legs by the Million at allpoetry
Legs by the million, we scuttle,
a straight, continuous drill, - bleeeep (unfinished) at allpoetry
One spiteful imitation slips from your intoxicated tongue. - Daydream believer at allpoetry
a better world than reality swirls inside my head. - shawl of magic at allpoetry
heaven's shawl of magic blankets the sky, - Human Magnets of Stupid Lust at allpoetry
Full of Irish swank.
(Take off that first "s"), - Auschwitz at allpoetry
Death is approaching, about to swallow / Screaming babies ripped from maternal love / Watching, we pray, faces numb, heads hollow / Throwing faith for them to forces above / A swastika skims in front of their - Auschwitz at allpoetry
Death is aproaching, about to swallow / Screaming babies ripped from maternal love / Watching, we pray, faces numb, heads hollow / Throwing faith for them to forces above / A swastika skims in front of their eyes / - Pendolino/British Rail Class 142 (to be read together) at allpoetry
"PENDOLINO" / / Cold, long, metallic, / it snakes along iron tracks, / towards dawn's commuters, / contemptuous, gloried, / its crimson body glinting. / / With black eyes shining, / speeding across metal - Hmmmmmmm at allpoetry
Miniatures frolic in a glass cage.
These pet people suffer many a drama, a sorrow, joy- - A Hidden Place at allpoetry
A hidden place...
Crested eagles of foam ride - Charlene at allpoetry
Not a poem. - Working title: "Amanda" at allpoetry
. - Landing Strip at allpoetry
I'm running down the landing strip,
about to crash and burn. - Branches Quiver at allpoetry
Its branches quiver
as earths frosted breath billows. - Destruction at allpoetry
Why do you do this?
Torturing me in such ways - blah at storywrite
In the depths of a stormy night, darkness inprisons all movement, all sound. The monotonous slap of water against wooden sailing boats is drowned by the sheer power of this dyn - Eternal at storywrite
She stood at the shore, gazing towards eternity.
With an unearthly beauty and gently rippling at its soft edges, waves kindly lapped her feet with their cleansing, foamy wa - The Applicant (part 1) at storywrite
Mr Erdelsky shuffled through a large pile of large brown envelopes, their contents poking untidily through their torn ends. It was the end of a long, weary day at the Uni - Life Is Sweet at storywrite
LIFE IS SWEET
Thursday 18th March 2004
