Sanity where art thou?
Fare-thee-well as you drift into the morrow.
It seems poets will always steal...(nay! To borrow!),
from others - more original ideas.
Literature where art thou now?
As sequential works of Sappho lie; laying about,
in dust filled attics -
These children know not the sublties of semantics.
I'll tell thee where our works have gone,
Standing, aloft a well-worn soap box -
heart don't fail me now.
Yet then, that is just allegory.
I suppose all poems are.














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Good come back, lovin the old style to it.
May i welcome your return
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08 FEB 2005
Besides, there are lots of really bad poetry out there that's just imitations of good poetry, like you deftly pointed out -- I lost count of how many Dickinson wannabes I've seen.
Very nice! I like it a lot. Yes.
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Very good job, love the title
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When cutlass and Ninja sword meet, Only boners will prevail!
Join the ninja movement
~realultimatepower
I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson and forces you to play a game called 'balls on chin'. What happens next is just a blur, but you
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When cutlass and Ninja sword meet, Only boners will prevail!
Join the ninja movement
~realultimatepower
I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson and forces you to play a game called 'balls on chin'. What happens next is just a blur, but you
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