May 7, 2018
by Nick Anthony
“Shoo!” they say to me all day,
As I wander, unwanted and alone,
Down lonely streets, looking for meat,
And a dry place to call my home.
Among the two-legs, I scavenge their dregs
My ribs bruised by their kicks,
While snobby Maltese snub my maladies:
Rabid and half consumed by ticks.
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June 30, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
The rich young ruler
had asked Jesus,
“What must I do to be saved?”
and after every thing
Jesus told him
he answered, “I have done that”
then the final question
that passed between them
was from the rich young ruler
to Jesus
“What more do I need to do?”
Jesus looked deeply
into his eyes
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April 18, 2017
by braveandrecklessblog
I say that I lost you
as though you were an umbrella
that I carelessly left on the bus
after the summer rain had stopped
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February 2, 2015
by Seafarrwide

She stood numbly watching the rivulets
Of water streaming down her legs
Feeling nothing but seeing everything
Watching the young innocent girl she knew
Waving goodbye with tears in her eyes
Scrubbing harder, her skin turning red
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March 24, 2014
by dokurtybitz
I found an email
From you to me,
Back when
We were happy together,
But now
I wonder,
How you are,
What you’re doing,
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June 11, 2013
by willowdot21
Look at those cushions, they are not straight. The dust on this coffee table is inches thick. Clean it up now you lazy bitch you know mess is something I hate.
Do it now, go, move you make me feel sick.
Don’t stand there staring as if you were thick.
The kids have wrecked the bathroom, move your arse and sort them now. I don’t give a damn about your aching head.
Where is my dinner I have been at work all day, have you even heard a word I have said.
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September 19, 2012
by Bodhirose

Photo: Google Images
Tossing and turning
in the lingering mugginess
of a summer’s night,
sleep is elusive.
Positioning myself in the
moonbeam pattern of light
playing across the bed,
I somehow now seem cooler there.
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