CALLING ALL POETS Tis the last of the night, Well pass midnight, Dawn not even a suggestion, Here I sit coldly awake, Thinking of something, Something to write, Something for my peers, For while I write for myself, It is you my fellow poets, That I truly address with words, Words powerful, others pathetic, Yet I must fight, compelled even, Is it creativity, or captivity, Master of my work of wordy thoughts, Or slave trying to break the chains, I am both, words my brush and sword, Wielded in an... Sign in to see full entry.
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An anthology of poetic thoughts and musings spaning space, time, and humanity. Written for those who dare to believe in the adventure of life and the wonder of the universe of human thought. I will add new material to this site at least several times a week, so feel free to check back. Comments are welcomed... If you have time, please take a look at my other blogs: FARSAILOR'S SHORELEAVE * FARSAILOR'S WEATHER GAGE * FARSAILOR'S WRITING MISADVENTURES * MURDER BY DEATH, AND OTHER GOOD STUFF
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