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Poem Number 1193
Silence lives in memory alone- in Memory and in Death.
---angharad
Revolt brews behind silver screens dead beats wear as shades.
----M
Death lives in the graves as so do the souls within
---Anonymous
as all life begins to fade
---Gary Flack
gone in the surrounding shadows
---Colton
Gone with the wind...like nothing matters anymore
---Anonymous
.....never again
---Anonymous
will my lead touch the paper. Unless
----M

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Commentary:
dude, get a life
be happy, life is too short...
scratch that life isn't short life is the longest thing you will ever accomplish...lol
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Poem Number 1200
snowy an white
---amber, sheffield
cold and icy
---amber, sheffield
thats winter
---amber, sheffield
going dark early
---a
car lights shinning in the distance
---amber
thats winter
---amber
a blue-pearl moon balanced on a snow drift
---edt, VA
falling snow robs the air of sound
---edt
what's winter
---edt
spruces casting purple shadows
---edt
hair greyed with snow
---edt
there's winter
---edt
dancing on icicle breezes
---edt
layering lakes with ice
---Anonymous
who's winter
---Anonymous, battle creek
a shivering breeze reddening our noses
---Anonymous
also freezing our toes
---Anonymous
Why winter
---Anonymous
Hide winter
---dr
Bury it under snow
---dr
So no one knows winter
---dr
Hold winter
---dr
In your heart
---dr
Form ice splinters
---dr
And live within winter
---dr
Mold winter
---dr
Into summer
---dr
So cold is heat
---dr
And thereby end winter.
---dr

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Commentary:
1200 is very good an fun to read also true an must av took a bit long to write an make up also is a nice an makes you feel nice and warm even thought its about a cold season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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closed some poems... --k
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but I can't seem to add to any... I end up back at the IPP top page which is nostalgic and all but. does that mean it's over? --k
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Just driving by and saw this. Hope all is well with the former Pyro-ites! -dr
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Hi, all ... am still around after a few extended trips... am nostalgic when I think back and fall upon the memories of the PYROWORDS ezine ... am working on a personal site (my fiction and stuff) ... good to see you dr and k ... I plan on coming back to the interactive page... will try to keep a tighter ship... thanks for the initiative, k ....-M
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k, please try to email me ... I've tried to reach you... impossible... my email is my initial together with my family name at hotmail.com -M
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Poem Number 1203
Walking on the court volleyball in my hands
---megan, united states
I'm going through the same day,
---Anonymous
But all i can think about is how that day ruined my plans
---Taylor M.
I love the sport but it takes up the day
---megan, united states
Do I do the laundry, or throw the socks away?
----M
...
---Anonymous
My high school, my room, my neighborhood lanes
----M
The air blows freer without the venetian blinds.
----M
My thoughts are infused with the passing of trains
---Anonymous
Each station is a pleasure on the skin of all kinds
----M
The sun sets. Meanwhile my mind rewinds
----M
...
---Anonymous
My hands, my feet, my tailspinning pains
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 1217
It was a dark and stormy night
---Anonymous
All Snowbirds but one had migrated south
---Anonymous
The shutters cracked and squealed
----M
Louder than piglets in a slaughter house
----M
Leaves blew under the kitchen door
---k
She said, "Don't make me kick you out."
---=k
Grab your teeth and your hairpiece
----M
If in heaven's name this falls apart
----M
Dog under the divan, cat in the cupboard
---k

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Commentary:
is south rhyming with house? --k
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and even if it did --- it don't matter -M
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