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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cats: 26 of 135
High Tea in the Garden Wilbur the cat was on the prowl, In merry old Bristol it was. Mid August he came a-foul, Setting the Internet a-buzz. While stalking rodents, as they do, In a neighbor's garden, t'was heard... A quantum screech... his owner's knew... Wilbur is in trouble, was the word! In suspense, anguish and hope jad... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: What's important: 1 of 5
Emperor Claudius, a Moment Please...? 'Tis heresy, heresy, I know, However, something needs to be said. For many, as unwelcome as woe, Rocking the Empire, a deed I dread. But, sadly, there's evidence of fraud, Handed down generations ago; For many, something to applaud; Forgive them, fantasy's all they know. 'Twas a time rel... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Driving humor: 4 of 13
Signage Future Those ugly signs along the way, On walls, or swaying on a stem. They direct our lives day by day. How nice it would be to change them. 'T would be much more considerate, To me, much more on the mark, To behold signs more literate; Consider: Never Never Park. Whether in Wales, Vail or at Yale, To have signage v... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Twisted: 1 of 3
Kinky Delight Another, owned by her needs, But far from what you might think. A gourmand's crave she concedes; A palatist in the pink... We've hoards of choc-o-holics, Cookie monsters lead the way, Ice cream-o-holics, their licks, Sweet tooths, candy, their prey... But what she has to saver, Few might ever have listed For sn... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Around the campfire: 9 of 26
A STAB IN THE DARK It seemed the car was drawn to the right by some invisible hand. A slight hint of what he thought was a distant rumble of thunder, then the steering wheel began to vibrate with a regular beat a moment before the front right side settled low into the sand on the right. Simply marked 42, it was a little more... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moonlight: 12 of 31
Midnight Soire Day creatures yield to a thousand eyes.. Moon and stars begin their slide across.. Racoons waddle on the wild side.. Clouds share space with an albatross Glow worms slither to the pale moon light... Possum meander through the trees... Dear, deer nibble on many a yew. While high cedar sway to the breeze A meteo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mountain climbing: 4 of 8
Peaks Rivers of hope cascade mountains of dreams, Glaciers of tears fill valleys so deep, My eyes tear to where the ghostly peak gleams, Praying only from where hearts may leap. Heaven for the condor, hell for the lamb, Rarified dreams above Earth's sharp swells, High holy temples for eagles and ram, Listen... soliloquies of... More..
Travel > Travel (Other) A trip to the moon: 1 of 2
Moone Trip Poets and philosophers had written about it, and as far as Dr. John Wilkins was concerned, he was going to the Moone. After all, great and wonderful advances were being made in mathematics, science and physics. Anything was possible. As the young Warden of Waldham College, Somerset, he elevated the school's reputa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You're gone: 13 of 25
ROCK-A-BILLY BLUES Don't call me a Hill-Billy I'm a Blue-Neck down my soul Baby Martin on my knee Playin' to a mare and foal Pan handlin' to gas the pick up Thankin' the Lord for the pre-nup I'm a pack rat with nothin' to lose Cryin' the Rock-a-Billy Blues Prayin' for my next gig Never thought it'd be with you Put a song in ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Socks: 66 of 86
Phut Phetish Something you've got to pass along; Socks, they are truly bedeviled. In orderly pairs they belong, But languish, lost and disheveled. To amuse you with some sock puns Would be unpoetic and lame. Instead, throw out all the old ones - Buy a dozen pair, all the same. More..