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the albatross

  I’m not sure where this poem came from or exactly what it means, but it emerged and took flight as a result of a prompt in a writing workshop. So here it is.  

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empty pages

    Awwww, go on then, read the poem…

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never on sunday or any other day of the week

      “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I replied without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of some form of higher power, spirit, universal energy/power/force. It’ hard to identify and name. Whatever it is, it does not belong to Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism or any of the others.  While I believe […]

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deal yourself a new hand

    One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to get on with it. I wrote the poem below as part of that process. Don’t like the cards you’ve been dealt? Deal yourself a […]

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the shape of things to come

      A poem about life’s potential and living it.

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for the sake of childish games

    I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I write.

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even in prison there’s space between the bars

    quarantine a short poem by punkie   fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find

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beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens

  a nurse her re rhyme   ©2015 by punkie   the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to twist her   like the princess and the pea she is quite contrary the brat, the bitch, the mean old witch, the cursed mary mary […]

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how many men does it take to change a light bulb?

  One. And a drone to capture it.  

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look up and find poetry

  A long-time friend is going through a rough patch. She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week. “I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when we talked on Monday. “Just look up,” she said. “And tell me what you see.” So I did. This poem is dedicated to her.

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