hidden agenda
cast doubt on why
I bounded over the spiked
gate to
your
self - loathing
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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davidcircle’s Poems (18)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| not even tears of comfort | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| when would you go? | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| peppered love feast | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| eagle smugness | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| mixed- metaphor aftermath | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Bad habits take decade off life | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| midday | 1 | 09/16/2009 |
| my friend the poe' | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| compromise | 2 | 06/07/2009 |
| please don't insist | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| hidden agenda | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| saw you | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
| liberties | 2 | 09/13/2009 |
| carnivorous pack animal | 2 | 05/30/2009 |
| life span | 3 | 05/30/2009 |
| pent up | 2 | 09/12/2009 |
| I ,we | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| GAPING WOUND | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
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