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Phlubbermatic: March 2013
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Where i phlub around with words, shaping them to fit my needs. Friday, March 1, 2013. Strangers of Long Acquaintance. In my dream she took the seat beside me in a crowded theater. Strangers of long acquaintance. In my dream she laid her hand on my forearm. In my dream she told the room we’d soon be lovers. She was known to all. In my dream the theater had no screen. All eyes on me and her. In my dream she draped her leg across my leg. Her perfume filled my nose. In my dream her mouth pressed against mine.
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Phlubbermatic: The Miracle of You
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Where i phlub around with words, shaping them to fit my needs. Sunday, January 8, 2017. The Miracle of You. So many broken hearts, so few open and true. So many tangled webs to weave my way through. I filled myself up with whisky wisdom. On the road to a crooked kind of freedom. Until I stumbled across the miracle of you. So many kisses, though there’ll never be enough. So much warm excitement from your gentle touch. You grant me the truest kind of freedom. And fill me with your sublime wisdom. There is ...
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Phlubbermatic: September 2016
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Where i phlub around with words, shaping them to fit my needs. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Moon Shine and Lemon Twists. To get my first full length poetry collection in real world ink on paper. To get it for your Kindle. A collection of poems in a variety of styles, exploring a variety of subjects. If you're here, you know what I do. One Bad Day Deserves Another. My short story Collection is available here. View my complete profile. Clean, Nice, Quiet.
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Parchment Anthology: Zephyr's Croon
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Parchment evolved. Poetry remains. Monday, June 21, 2010. Or so we're told. Eat, sleep, harvest. In this modern age. So much to do. With each new toy. To ease our woes. What has not been. From twigs and grass. She twines her nest. As in ages past. Purl, weave, rest. March 16, 2008. I enjoy sitting upon a mountain ridge and listening. Often I hear the wind as it approaches. And then I feel it kiss my cheeks. My thoughts wonder, bask, and dive into Zephyr's touch and voice. Labels Blue Ridge Parkway. The S...
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Parchment Anthology: definitions
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Parchment evolved. Poetry remains. Thursday, October 30, 2014. My self asked my self,. Do you believe in god? My initial answer was silence. What an odd question.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. View my complete profile. How Deep Can You Feel": Norm Strauss. ABC's of You": Red Grammer. I Dreamed a Dream": Susan Boyle, 'Britains Got Talent'. Goin' to Work in Tall Buildings": John Hartford.
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Parchment Anthology: October 2014
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Parchment evolved. Poetry remains. Thursday, October 30, 2014. My self asked my self,. Do you believe in god? My initial answer was silence. What an odd question.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. View my complete profile. How Deep Can You Feel": Norm Strauss. ABC's of You": Red Grammer. I Dreamed a Dream": Susan Boyle, 'Britains Got Talent'. Mr Bojangles": Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
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Parchment Anthology: November 2013
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Parchment evolved. Poetry remains. Saturday, November 16, 2013. Field of dirt and mowed green grass. Wooden fence squares it round. Flowing creek trickles past. Begone times beneath this ground. Chilly airs brush my cheeks. Swaying poplars play a tune. Wind pushes leaves off their anchors. Golden snowflakes falling down. White pines tower bend and bow. Mirroring their cousin poplars. Needles whoosh quickly falling. Bed of brown upon the loam. Trees now skeletons for a season. Links to this post. Milwauke...
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Phlubbermatic: We Sing a Song of Joyful Sighs
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Where i phlub around with words, shaping them to fit my needs. Wednesday, January 4, 2017. We Sing a Song of Joyful Sighs. We sing a song of joyful sighs. A symphonic passion of love’s tender cries. Oh, what heat we generate. Oh, what love we make. The tears of years gone past. And the shadows that our sins have cast. Evaporate in our embrace. Gone without a trace. Even in the darkest night. Our kiss generates a blazing light. Blotting out the stars above. The demons which once haunted us. Or you can lea...
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Phlubbermatic: July 2016
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Where i phlub around with words, shaping them to fit my needs. Saturday, July 16, 2016. If you’re looking for hints of nightmares forgotten,. You should search in shadows ,. In the underbrush, that’s where they hide,. Growing in the fecund earth on the forest floor. Shine your light over there beneath that rotten log, see,. There’s one over there, its eyes glowing red. Don’t touch it with your bare hand, you’ll never wash the smell off,. That’s what the leather gloves and the net are for. A collection of...
