MISS RUBY
If you're going to walk down golden roads
you should definitely do it in style.
Thank god you found me.
That gingham smock did nothing
for you, honey. You need some pizzazz
if you're going to walk down golden roads.
But you've got the right idea with
the little lapdog. When accessorizing with canines,
you should definitely do it in style.
Still, a pair of dazzling heels is what
you really need to turn heads in the Emerald City.
Thank god you found me.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Poetic Asides - cascade poem/We Write Poems - Wizard of Oz
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cascade,
Dorothy,
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Wizard of Oz
Poetic Asides -- what I love about (blank)
(Blank)
The blank page is where I begin and end,
a world unwritten and unknown until
pen meets paper (or fingers meet keyboard)
and love is spoken into existence.
The blank stare is where I begin, and end
a world unwritten and unknown. Until
pen meets paper (or fingers meet keyboard),
love is broken from existence.
The blank page is where I begin and end,
a world unwritten and unknown until
pen meets paper (or fingers meet keyboard)
and love is spoken into existence.
The blank stare is where I begin, and end
a world unwritten and unknown. Until
pen meets paper (or fingers meet keyboard),
love is broken from existence.
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existence,
love,
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poetry prompt
Three Word Wed -- fragile, rampant, tremor
THE TREMOR
His was a fragile ego,
the kind you tiptoed around
hoping not to squeak a floorboard
and wake the sleeping giant.
Hers was a living tremor,
the kind of rampant quake that
rattles your heart deep in your chest
and never lets you sleep.
His was a fragile ego,
the kind you tiptoed around
hoping not to squeak a floorboard
and wake the sleeping giant.
Hers was a living tremor,
the kind of rampant quake that
rattles your heart deep in your chest
and never lets you sleep.
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ego,
fear,
poetry prompt,
threewordwed,
tremor
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