The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
|
home = www.epicdewfall.ca
|
|
Rank | ||
#1651 | I-have-only-one. Ha! It's freaky lame. I heard the-duck wore trousers. Imagine the percent he saves. _ |
|
#1652 | Austin report. Climb a tree. Is there a "scone" for tea. Can you clone her recipe. For the rest of me. _ |
|
#1653 | There is no damage-as. Far as I can see. Perhaps you saw a morning-of. You-here-right-Text-to-me. _ |
|
#1654 | Frequencies, please let dates decide. And give them all of mankind's flirts. Oh and since all spiders, only have one pride. Please don't take away, their megahertz. _ |
|
#1655 | Here is a spinoff. Here's what I said this morning. Curse the nerve of sunspots! And pillow talk all warnings. _ |
|
#1656 | Don't put too many men out there. Along the edge of harbour. I know that trains are boiling. And sitting in the parlour. _ |
|
#1657 | Roll the eyes, back into the head. Slack the jaw, and stand unbalanced dead. Chance the lottery of the dancing lobotomy. And lean towards a partner to wed. _ |
|
#1658 | Take soup, from his roughage. Learn to see the scene. And also learn to live-allot. No mater what that means. _ |
|
#1659 | Your "hobby" is so defensive! But I chew it up inside. Let me pale the monkey. What a mission I'll have to try. _ |
|
#1660 | Go on. Sit down all around here. The lady has the hose. Where it's written, "Tie no knots". That is my "indispose". _ |
|
#1661 | Lastly, they don't have any children. And granny has no "heir". That's the privilege of "I need you back". You're taller with "team" white hair. _ |
|
#1662 | Would you like to maybe wrestle. I kept those evening clothes. Amen to storm she's got a whistle! Excuse my windowed-toes. _ |
|
#1663 | But I've been handed number eight. I always knew it-came from bees! From the land of milk and honey. Where several Archie's lead. _ |
|
#1664 | Now try to look at your best. He's been sitting there for days. I mean-there near all clear water. Where the ring-song stays. _ |
|
#1665 | You never-taught me anything. (wagging his thumb so wise). Administer gum on rivet-seven. I hear the sky's outside. _ |
|
#1666 | Left "mnemonics" being leopard stairs. I can't because of clock-less rhyme. I run a perfect engine here. And brake alone, with double wine. _ |
|
#1667 | But that's as loud as it gets in here. (her honey suckle vine). He did that? The way you wanted? Surely that was mine. _ |
|
#1668 | Oh I began on nonsense. (on double overtime). I stick to fleas but not to laughter. Nor harbour actual climb. _ |
|
#1669 | Interesting but I'm not going there! Salmonella! I think I'm late! Antenna-rehabilitate the air. Please make the hello-wait. _ |
|
#1670 | Who is the "boot" burner? Is she really hunting claim? I've had-not a single drop. The kind that "bastion" saved. _ |
|
#1671 | To the run-yard and over stamp that card. It's quite amazing how life is fair. Just a little off the top. And down below the chair. _ |
|
#1672 | Every dream in virtual reality. Does what ever it melts. Which is "fine" in it's very own way. Wait a minute. Would that be himself. _ |
|
#1673 | Couch trapped being fancy. Meant to be a tuba. Deciphered wrong like liken. Called to jury duty. _ |
|
#1674 | Three times and standing. Waiting for car very often missed. Wiser brothers and sisters. Hearing my spelling lisp. _ |
|
#1675 | Awesome imaginary-neighbor. Flash flooding eyebrow-nonsense. Somewhere-investing. Where my hopes might help up conscience. _ |
|
#1676 | If that was me. And time was like champagne. I'd pull the "one tun" rocks out thirsty. The way "windshield wipers" learn a "gain". _ |
|
#1677 | It steals? You never told me. Just like that "u.f.o. movie" again. Here "over the mountain" rings. But we don't have any icing kings. _ |
|
#1678 | I wish I could have interfaced. Like dog to the western star. But on top of that was everybody. Showing that they're into par. _ |
|
#1679 | He didn't want to say "anything". No one talks "to a bus". What's "in it" for us. Experience "rhyming" passion rust. _ |
|
#1680 | Discussion only goes so far. You've got no sunshine. And I'm Oak. "Someone" is still in there. So stay with me. Exteriors change. Wise won't. _ |
|
home = www.epicdewfall.ca
|