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 One sultry night she lectured on TV She was, she said, from the Moral Majority; Well-versed in Scriptures, cognizant of archives, Well-re... [read more] |
 My eyes still itched with sleep When the phone jingled from the other room. I rushed to snatch it up. Surely such an early call meant only d... [read more] |
 The full face of the golden moon Lay drowning in the quiet lagoon Festooned with lights, a gay decor, Stolen from the furthermost shore. Duc... [read more] |
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Here they lie, abandoned, rusted, Who for years were prised and trusted, When dignified, sleek and proud They purred the highways, singing l... [read more] |
 i've decided there should be at least 1,000 poems about your smile because to me it is like frozen water vapor to the eskimo it is the dus... [read more] |
 sideways it forms slowly, but surely begins to creep slides down the bridge slow slow slow changes direction drops to the dark [read more] |
 He never calls me “Sweetheart”; He always just says my name. He says it’s comforting to hear. He says that it sort of transports him. He ne... [read more] |
 By Richard Haesche Come a little closer, love, Yes, stand there in the light. Oh, it's very good to see you When I thought I never might... [read more] |
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By Richard P. Haesche Two little Martians out looking for kicks in their cute flying saucers with their green-eyed chicks They were bored... [read more] |
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By Richard Haesche A man without a friend can't be alive. Without a single friend will he survive? What deep disturbance leaves him so a... [read more] |
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By Richard Haesche Everybody needs a friend, a special kinda guy, one on whom you can depend when trouble happens by. Everybody needs a... [read more] |
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In a dream you came.....Upon a white horse you rode Your long black hair blowing in the wind.......your smile seemed to never end Two stra... [read more] |
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(Do read Elizabeth's #41 first) If Love were but in numbers, it could measure me; If Love had any dimension, it could be held, t... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson My open arms Do not equate to Your open legs... But they should equate to Your open mind [read more] |