Category: Poetry
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poem 8
One more poem of mindless Chatter Empty words that speak the Matter Recounting echoes of no Matter Simply sounding out the Chatter Chit chat rat a tat Sit back and relax Listen to the sounds that Beat upon the habitat Random words random words Fly about like random birds Make a rhyme every time With…
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poem 3
Redemption comes from on High—and it must be so, for none of us could e’er atone for the sins we have committed against the One Who sits on High, enthroned above in the perfect purity of endless harmony within Himself, Who knows no end of the perfection of completeness nor vicissitudinous needs as though He…
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poem 1
Too much coffee makes Jack wired– like a cop on a sting, recording every con- versation, hopped up on donuts and adrenaline. Shoot the ray gun! cried the captain after the covert op had been uncovered, botched by an overzealous cop, too wired with coffee to keep the wires under wraps, as he had already…