the stench of narcissism > will become roselike > > JDS The Last Day He knew -- the stainless table didn't hold much warmth -- my hand quivered stroking his floppy ear. I

FarStar was a (self-published) poet who posted here in 2008-2009, and was eventually driven away by Gary Gamble and jrsherman. Michael Monkey never met him, and knows nothing about

the good of poetry! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > We see that the painting

pies were a pumpkin bliss, > > The turkey was done, > > The stuffing was won- > > derful, yet after the guests left > > I felt disquieted, bereft. > > >

the middle of the road). Get your bottom shined up. > > > > > > > > > > > Nothing like a shiny hiney. > > > > > > > > Don't use

the swipe of two fingers, left open on the nightstand – the nightgown, laid out on the bed, showed preparation for the final goodnight. I touched the walls, the vase, framed art, leaving

the Blade of Talzin. > > > > You're pretty serious about this... > > > We have tried warning shots and wounding shots, and neither stopped the enemy. We will

heh, a sneak peek at the COLLECTED WORKS OF NANCYGENE!!! > > > > > (this just has up to mid '22, gotta find the newer version of the AYoS digital collection) > >

rising up in your back seat, The killer of lambs, and you hear its last bleat, The Bogeyman coming for you when you're bad, And your name is first on Old Scratch's notepad.

an edition of Shelley, and on the page with Ozymandias was a poem with > > > > > > > > > a rose in it. But that day I didn't buy the book. The next day, forgetting

around for a while, and therefore has a decades long history of archived posts that are accessible via the search function. > > > > > > > > > > > >

again put a smile on my face, but I hate to disappoint, these aren't tears of joy-- merely all the smoke stinging my eyes and I cannot see any truths among all the swirling spin. But

call you a fruitcake because of your Druidic religion. I called > > > > > you > > > > > a fruitcake because you believe that cross-posting your beliefs

appointed moderator of an unmoderated > > > > > group. If you don't want to see my posts, put me in your > > > > > killfile, or just skip them. There are

August 2023 by NancyGene August, you have well lived up to your name this year, hurtling water, wind and fire. Is there anything left in your arsenal to make September even more dire?

around for a while, and therefore has a decades long history of archived posts that are accessible via the search function. Start there. Learn from our history in order to not repeat

effectively turned a poetry discussion group into: > > > > > > > > > 1) a wasteland of blocked and ignored threads, and > > > > > > > >

> > Of nebulous splendor spread by dying stars, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Pink aureoles strain forward to be kissed > > > >

this in a Bandar-Log thread, and there are some people here who don't read those, I thought I should put it on a new thread for them. >> > >> > On Sunday, August 13

this in a Bandar-Log thread, and there are some people here who don't read those, I thought I should put it on a new thread for them. > ROTFLMAO! Who doesn't read them? The Donkey

Hoeppner's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (1888), which was part of a book: > > > > https://www.ebay.com/itm/144628375320. > > > > https

down to Shadowville tomorrow. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

around for a while, and therefore has a decades long history of archived posts that are accessible via the search function. > > > > > > > > > > > >

around for a while, and therefore has a decades long history of archived posts that are accessible via the search function. > > > > > > > > Start there. Learn

> "A Year of Sundays" represents a cross-section of many of the finer poems that appear in alt.arts.poetry.comments. Contributors submit up to five poems a month (any

the logic of the bully and abuser apparently, blaming scapegoats, denying and shifting responsibility for hideous behvaior... openly admitting to being abusive and bullying on

me as a dreamer > > > Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings > > > but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper > > > and their bravado, which rang so hollow > >

who participated. > > This month's issue features the welcomed return of AAPC alums Bob Burrows and Richard Oakley. I thank you for keeping it alive, in this dead zone.

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