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Neo-potty-poet-ree: April 2014
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Monday, April 7, 2014. There's a clock in every head,. A steady diet, to be fed. It turns a bitch,. Pops up and goes "cuckoo". Wound tight and ticking away. Through brightest night and darkest day,. This clock will brood. And throw a mood,. Spring up and go "cuckoo". There come times of silence. With chemicals in balance. Stays calm, the clock. With nary a knock. Until it pops and goes "cuckoo". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: Soft
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Monday, December 1, 2014. What soft heart breaks,. Tears asunder, aches;. What weak eyes swell;. The mind beyond mending. To find it heart-rending -. The death of a pet,. One not even met? Another's pain to feel -. Too soft a heart to heal. How soft a heart that breaks. How soft a life it makes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Plan to be expressive and write a lot of cool stuff! That's what's new. (New=Neo. Get it? View my complete profile.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: A shared cigarette
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Tuesday, May 6, 2014. A window, and I serenade you. By the hand, I will kiss you. We'll drink and watch the world smoke by. As clouds turn stars turn inky sky. I'll talk of worlds within your eyes. You'll talk of a life. Time flies. In harmony; we'll feel so right. We'll spend that one amazing night. When dawn breaks as dreams do. I'll kiss you still and you'll coo. At the break of light and sunlight bright,. We'll see our paths in plain sight.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: December 2014
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Monday, December 1, 2014. What soft heart breaks,. Tears asunder, aches;. What weak eyes swell;. The mind beyond mending. To find it heart-rending -. The death of a pet,. One not even met? Another's pain to feel -. Too soft a heart to heal. How soft a heart that breaks. How soft a life it makes. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Plan to be expressive and write a lot of cool stuff! That's what's new. (New=Neo. Get it? View my complete profile.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: Forsooth
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Thursday, May 22, 2014. No one wins; nobody loses. The highway of life, one gently cruises. In search of a life. Man knows not where. To look - past strife. That road, the air. Holds the very thing. That many a crowned king. Have wrestled with themselves. To have and hold. One delves. Into the deepest recess,. Where the mind denies access. Searching for this long-lost truth -. Life's the road less traveled, forsooth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: Starless night
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Tuesday, October 29, 2013. A bird of white. Under a starless night. In search of food. None, so rude,. Did disturb this sight. For it was one. Of many on that night. When stars did hide;. With peace and joy's delight. Far from view,. The kiss of Sky and Sea. And well in sight -. One left, one right -. The footprints came to be. Who came to hear and see. The sight so rare;. The mark so fair:. The footprints of the sea. The tide then rose.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: October 2013
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Tuesday, October 29, 2013. A bird of white. Under a starless night. In search of food. None, so rude,. Did disturb this sight. For it was one. Of many on that night. When stars did hide;. With peace and joy's delight. Far from view,. The kiss of Sky and Sea. And well in sight -. One left, one right -. The footprints came to be. Who came to hear and see. The sight so rare;. The mark so fair:. The footprints of the sea. The tide then rose.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: Swat
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Sunday, May 31, 2015. What darkness is it when killing,. A sense of joy, does contrive? Is it the dark of soul, willing? Or dark, the nature to survive? In undiscovered recesses,. Where demons, we do conjure,. We allow such excesses:. Excesses that we nurture. The focus and attention. Toward a single extinction. As a curious affliction. One life's end is pain to see. The other simply snuffed with ease. Violence, begot of fear,. The Buddha at Kanheri.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: Be my
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Wednesday, October 8, 2014. Be my walk along the beach;. In whose light a cloud can flow. Be my comfy cup of coffee,. Be my time of inspiration,. Be my Sunday morning, lazy,. Clear and bright,. Be my sunshine when it pours. And I'll be yours. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Plan to be expressive and write a lot of cool stuff! That's what's new. (New=Neo. Get it? View my complete profile. The Buddha at Kanheri. Sitting in the dark.
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Neo-potty-poet-ree: Swiss head
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Pic of the day. Somehow, she's always the one up here. Monday, April 7, 2014. There's a clock in every head,. A steady diet, to be fed. It turns a bitch,. Pops up and goes "cuckoo". Wound tight and ticking away. Through brightest night and darkest day,. This clock will brood. And throw a mood,. Spring up and go "cuckoo". There come times of silence. With chemicals in balance. Stays calm, the clock. With nary a knock. Until it pops and goes "cuckoo". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sitting in the dark.
