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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
1200: tell me about your oeuvre --Jun. 8, 1997
1199: The Titanic haunts me still --Jun. 8, 1997
1198: Eyes locked with another pair ... --Jun. 8, 1997
1197: When all the world is fast asleep --Jun. 8, 1997
1196: Well, my little ragamuffin --Jun. 8, 1997
1195: Death take me to your leader --Jun. 7, 1997
1194: What were you thinking? --Jun. 7, 1997
1193: My life is like a lilly --Jun. 7, 1997
1192: I put a big rubber on my monitor --Jun. 7, 1997
1191: We're you shocked when you came home from work --Jun. 7, 1997
1190: La la la la la la... live for today ( repeat) --Jun. 7, 1997
1189: Ratty boy said --Jun. 7, 1997
1188: ah, hell --- I was gonna bring the beer --Jun. 7, 1997
1187: at the jazz festival today --Jun. 7, 1997
1186: It's fun in the cemetary --Jun. 7, 1997
1185: Opportunity knocks only so often --Jun. 7, 1997
1184: Party's next Friday --Jun. 7, 1997
1183: do i sense some bitterness out there --Jun. 7, 1997
1182: Pary's next Friday --Jun. 7, 1997
1181: I sure miss my home town --Jun. 7, 1997
1180: It's not my fault --Jun. 7, 1997
1179: I am wearing your sarcastic smile --Jun. 7, 1997
1178: It has been a long day --Jun. 7, 1997
1177: I think I'm addicted --Jun. 7, 1997
1176: even holding --Jun. 7, 1997
1175: The sheets are tossed aside --Jun. 7, 1997
1174: What's that stuff on the bottom of your shoe --Jun. 7, 1997
1173: I really don't care for dirty jokes --Jun. 7, 1997
1172: Russian Will --Jun. 7, 1997
1171: What's that smell? --Jun. 7, 1997
1170: Death, the great leveler --Jun. 7, 1997
1169: I tell ya,if you ain't good lookin --Jun. 7, 1997
1168: The voices in my head --Jun. 7, 1997
1167: You drive the car of life too fast --Jun. 7, 1997
1166: I used to be such a floozie. --Jun. 7, 1997
1165: the shadows of creep over my perishing soul --Jun. 7, 1997
1164: She smiled at me today --Jun. 7, 1997
1163: so what do i have to say for myself today? --Jun. 7, 1997
1162: Death is just a continuance of life --Jun. 7, 1997
1161: My son the used car salesman --Jun. 7, 1997
1160: Everything ... --Jun. 7, 1997
1159: arhhh but --Jun. 7, 1997
1158: & why should i set out on that exploration --Jun. 7, 1997
1157: Words between lovers exchanged like fire-lit arrows in the night --Jun. 7, 1997
1156: Countdown started, - 2 weeks to vacation --Jun. 7, 1997
1155: You are a little soul carring a corpse --Jun. 7, 1997
1154: These are the facts --Jun. 7, 1997
1153: It's all very strange --Jun. 6, 1997
1152: Where do all the flies go in winter? --Jun. 7, 1997
1151: Piercing the heart of God --Jun. 7, 1997
1150: A lady never tells her age --Jun. 7, 1997
1149: Gosh, it's Friday again --Jun. 6, 1997
1148: Thousands have died in the name of "Religion" --Jun. 6, 1997
1147: My Friends Day yesterday --Jun. 6, 1997
1146: Who'll know the difference in a hundred years --Jun. 6, 1997
1145: We - a society of mature adults ... so-called --Jun. 7, 1997
1144: Goodbye every body, Have a nice Weekend! --Jun. 6, 1997
1143: Her name is Emerald Gray, and she's Daddy little gem --Jun. 6, 1997
1142: Have they called my name yet --Jun. 6, 1997
1141: In this room there's silence --Jun. 6, 1997
1140: As the water from the sky hits my body --Jun. 7, 1997
1139: The Buckazoid Blues- I went to get my tire fixed since it was dead, the girl that waited on me , looked like she was well fed, besides that she was ugly as homemade biscuits and uglier than the Ms. --Jun. 6, 1997
1138: Who knows the answer? --Jun. 6, 1997
1137: A hospital is like a cathedral --Jun. 6, 1997
1136: Oh come & try my wishing well --Jun. 6, 1997
1135: A bucket of golf balls, is more trouble than it's worth, I'm going to try tennis --Jun. 6, 1997
1134: This morning while you sleep --Jun. 6, 1997
1133: You come to me --Jun. 6, 1997
1132: The Ad for the job read.." Waste Extractor" wanted with expierence --Jun. 6, 1997
1131: I'd rather live in mud floor hut , than with you by the sunny sea --Jun. 6, 1997
1130: As a young child --Jun. 6, 1997
1129: Music is my high in life --Jun. 6, 1997
1128: Now for another in a long series of Maria Shriver (anorexic) Poems --Jun. 6, 1997
1127: Hotter than Tabasco sauce --Jun. 6, 1997
1126: Play a song for me --Jun. 6, 1997
1125: guiltier than a summer rainstorm --Jun. 6, 1997
1124: Hiding behind a dusty, leather-bound book with a latte at hand --Jun. 6, 1997
1123: I do not need acceptance when my heart knows true north --Jun. 5, 1997
1122: I have secrets that you must sense --Jun. 5, 1997
1121: My small waist and spunky personality are not enough. --Jun. 5, 1997
1120: Today --Jun. 5, 1997
1119: Is a weed a plant that grows out of place --Jun. 5, 1997
1118: you just don't know the control it takes --Jun. 5, 1997
1117: The monster within me awakens from its slumber ... wanting attention ... wanting the time of day ... --Jun. 5, 1997
1116: cornbread, collards, black-eyed peas --Jun. 5, 1997
1115: Her perfume drifts across oceans --Jun. 5, 1997
1114: All day long, I have been feeling --Jun. 5, 1997
1113: I can't help but wonder if you're happy now --Jun. 5, 1997
1112: Let me help you through the the steamy corriders in my mind --Jun. 5, 1997
1111: It was a compliment, it's uncanny how you can read my thoughts --Jun. 5, 1997
1110: I want --Jun. 5, 1997
1109: What would you say if --Jun. 5, 1997
1108: If I could act upon what you are thinking --Jun. 5, 1997
1107: When day is done and ths shades are drawn --Jun. 5, 1997
1106: I believe I found me a woman pa --Jun. 5, 1997
1105: My heart, full to capacity with joy and sorrow --Jun. 5, 1997
1104: The first sixty years are the hardest --Jun. 5, 1997
1103: fighting my way from the fog, out of the night's confusion --Jun. 5, 1997
1102: The luck in our life is planned ahead --Jun. 5, 1997
1101: I don't like to wear one, I want to be like one of the boys --Jun. 5, 1997
1100: Mental impressions made in Hollywood --Jun. 5, 1997
1099: This dress is too short! --Jun. 5, 1997
1098: I wonder what she's wearing now --Jun. 5, 1997
1097: I happened to get the best seat in the house --Jun. 5, 1997
1096: Throw you leg over my shoulder, yell outloud for whatever it's worth --Jun. 5, 1997
1095: We - cruising whirligigs, making momentary ripples --Jun. 5, 1997
1094: Warm trickles of dew drops rolling down off my hedge bush --Jun. 5, 1997
1093: Last night i was caught in a bra so tight --Jun. 5, 1997
1092: I sang to the serpent in his native toungue --Jun. 5, 1997
1091: I knew a girl who had some pots, she lived down the hall --Jun. 5, 1997
1090: Until another time! --Jun. 5, 1997
1089: I didn't think it was all that funny! --Jun. 5, 1997
1088: Why do pictures of kids who have grown and gone --Jun. 5, 1997
1087: I feel oddly liberated, a weight torn from my chest --Jun. 5, 1997
1086: I want to save the Tibetians. . .but I cannot do it alone --Jun. 5, 1997
1085: they try to talk like rednecks...and laugh because they're not --Jun. 4, 1997
1084: I've neve been so happy to be out of a bra! --Jun. 4, 1997
1083: Restless mouths, open wounds, brains gushing - spilling out --Jun. 4, 1997
1082: The sleeper will awaken --Jun. 4, 1997
1081: When God made me, He made a warrior, a warrior He made --Jun. 4, 1997
1080: To all my tears shed upon this relationship --Jun. 4, 1997
1078: This is the beginning, a new dawn awaits us --Jun. 4, 1997
1073: we are a very open society, a club but not a clique --Jun. 4, 1997
1072: the old man sat staring --Jun. 3, 1997
1071: teach us the indifference that kindles love anew --Jun. 4, 1997
1069: eyes like chocalate, real hershey's kisses --Jun. 3, 1997
1067: I know why the ocean tastes like tears! --Jun. 3, 1997
1066: IT looks like I missed the millenium, now I know how old Rip felt --Jun. 3, 1997
1065: A school grieves --Jun. 3, 1997
1064: They have returned..slipping in at night --Jun. 3, 1997
1063: We only live once, or so they say --Jun. 3, 1997
1062: The torrid muddy waters felt like course sandpaper rubbing at her skin, --Jun. 3, 1997
1061: Let's see ...if I somehow erased the human race and cloned myself again, and again, and again, --Jun. 3, 1997
1060: Enlightening diamonds sparkle in my eyes --Jun. 3, 1997
1059: The vine and the branch bear much fruit, --Jun. 3, 1997
1058: The stadium is empty, nothing but a shell. Here comes the waterboy, Gunga Din Waterloo carrying his pails. --Jun. 3, 1997
1057: The weather is definately not a summer breeze --Jun. 3, 1997
1055: He wanted to be loved ... --Jun. 3, 1997
1054: It's another fine mess we've gotten into --Jun. 3, 1997
1053: **** ALARM*** --Jun. 3, 1997
1052: Will the last one out, please close the door? --Jun. 3, 1997
1051: Get my coat please, I am ready to go. --Jun. 3, 1997
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