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| Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, there were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me. |
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| Drawing A Sword From Its Scabbard, ...she is a Joan of Arc, proud & strong She'll bend, but she won't break. She loves with a passion, free, and with abandon. She has scars you can't see, but if you're close to her, you'll feel them. She's warm enough to make you feel wanted, but cool enough to make you earn it. You won't pierce her heart with a casual smile. She'll expect to see more than teeth if you're going to impress her. Who is this vixen? This viper with a code all her own? Who here can call her by name? Who here has touched her with their cavalier ways? -Bluesy |