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El Pobre Escritor
El pobre escritor written by: Santiago Aguado Qué ladilla, men. Mira cómo escribo en español Me ladilla,...
Anti-Profanity
Anti-Profanity a poem by: Robert W Service I do not swear because I am A sweet and...
What I Am What I Was
What I Am What I Was written by: Alan Hardy Somebody else is inside my brain. The...
The Stars
The Stars written by: Rhett Talley I seek the stars at dusk. Anticipate the tiny nocturnal things...
Salford Sunset
Salford Sunset written by: Nick Adigu Burke - Billy giggled when Wench came into his mind. A word he didn’t know...
Words
Words written by: James Walmsley If I had words the world could see, what perfect beings we...
Native America
Native America written by: Robin McNamara I have obligation to let you speak the Mojave language. Lie...
Shakespeare and Eliot
Shakespeare and Eliot written by: LB Sedlacek Bassanio told Portia she had bereft him of words while...
Immigrant
Immigrant written by: T. Novak My smile will tell you I’m English My cheekbones will tell you...
Mind Those Gaps
Mind Those Gaps written by: Dilip Mohapatra In the frenzy’s blur of rush hours when you alight from...
To Prose, Say Goodbye!
To Prose, Say Goodbye! written by: Ujjal Mandal Sometimes life feels insipid, like a meal cooked in...
The Meaning of Feeling
The Meaning of Feeling written by: Jim Murdoch A lot of people think or believe or know...
In Answer to Your Question
In Answer to Your Question written by: Mary Bevan ‘Can we have a word?’ you say, coming...
